High School of Demon Hunting

Chapter 127: Chapter 51 Drunken Ghost and Contract_1

Perhaps because of the master’s departure.

The fireflies hanging on the Dragonblood Vine seemed more relaxed.

The light sprinkling from their bellies also began to change slightly.

It varied between light and dark, inconsistent in intensity.

Some of the insects even broke free from their silvery-white color and exhibited other colors.

Zheng Qing noticed a firefly lying on the mouth of the Green Bee liquor bottle, sipping the residual liquor. The light from its belly had transformed into a trembling, faint green.

Normally, he would have been very intrigued and drawn closer, simultaneously pulling Xiao Xiao over to explain.

But right now, he had more pressing matters to deal with.

”Although I don’t mind buying you guys some little gifts, the cost of this pile of items does exceed my budget,” he said to his companions, very seriously. ”You guys need to figure out a way to patch this hole.”

The reactions of the other young wizards in the private room varied considerably.

Xiao Xiao was staring at the stars in the sky, his expression unfocused, nodding with a thoughtful air.

But from his shiftless gaze, Zheng Qing seriously doubted if he was even listening to him.

And there was no point in hoping for anything from the other two drunk idiots.

Xin Fat Man’s originally white and plump cheeks were flushed with two red clouds, and for some reason his nose was beaming red, making him look like a cheap clown.

He was solemnly squatting by the body of the dead rat demon, chanting prayers for it.

Of course, if this fat man hadn’t placed utensils such as a knife, fork, dinner plate, sauce and spices around the rat demon’s body, his prayers would have appeared more devout.

Relatively, Zhang Ji Xin seemed a bit more reassuring.

Compared to his rotund counterpart, the red-faced boy’s complexion hasn’t changed much despite his drunkenness.

He hadn’t acted recklessly towards the rat demon or the fireflies and other small animals in the room.

Instead, he’d sprawled out on the couch, elongating and contracting his body as if he himself were an insect.

... Gurgling... gurgling... gurgling...

He was steadfastly burrowing his way from one end of the sofa to the other, then flipping around to burrow back again.

”You bunch of unsympathetic wretches!” Zheng Qing lamented cover his head, ”Are you expecting me to carry you guys back?!”

”What did you say?” Xiao Xiao finally snapped back to reality and looked at Zheng Qing.

”I mean, all this stuff is too expensive!” Zheng Qing immediately took the chance to continue, twisting his hands anxiously. His gaze roved over his companions and conspicuously paused at their pockets.

Xiao Xiao caught onto his unspoken implication immediately.

A consulting fee, suggested Watermelon Head, a put-together, yet short lad who possessively straightened his robe while peering at Zheng Qing with a wide grin.

Zheng Qing also understood very quickly what Xiao Xiao meant by those two characters—he was referring to the fee for answering his questions on a regular basis.

The reasoning was solid. From the start of school till now, Xiao Xiao had indeed provided him with a wealth of useful information.

For wizards, knowledge equals money.

Zheng Qing thought about Watermelon Head’s worn-out shirt and dejectedly lowered his arms in acquiescence with his rationale, choosing to accept his fate with a nod.

At the black tea table in front of them, Xin Fat Man had finished his pre-meal prayer.

The dead rat demon’s body was peacefully placed on a brightly colored, intricately designed plate. The head and tail had been cut off, the body neatly sliced in half, sprinkled with a few green onions and dressed with a few squirts of vivid sauce.

God only knows where he dug out those spices from!

The fat man had even tied a handkerchief around his neck to serve as a bib—a handkerchief originally placed on the armrest of the couch, a place where countless people have sat.

At that moment, he was holding a knife in one hand and a fork in the other, his face filled with joy and tranquillity, prepared to say, ’Itadakimasu’.

”You can’t eat that!”

Zheng Qing struggled to pull him up from the tea table and throw him onto the couch, while also trying to subdue Zhang Ji Xin who was squirming back and forth on the couch.

”I aim to be a man who eats everything in the world!” gasped the rotund guy in a scream, struggling to stand up amid his staggering.

The person just squashed beneath him, Zhang Ji Xin, also sprang back up with a roar:

”From cocoon to butterfly! I aim to be a man who breaks free from my shackles!”

The two drunkards glances at each other, clasped each other’s hands tightly, their eyes filled with hot tears.

”Breaking free from chains, a real man!”

”A man who can eat everything, I take my hat off to you!”

Standing at the side, Zheng Qing watched the scene unfold, his face flushing uncomfortably, at a loss for words.

”If only there was a video camera,” he said, looking at Xiao Xiao.

”Indeed, should have brought a few Image Flowers,” Xiao Xiao also expressed his regret from a wizard’s perspective.

”If you’re real men, first pay up!” Zheng Qing turned back around, indignantly spluttering saliva as he rebuked the duo, ”Otherwise, sit down and be quiet!”

In their drunken stupor, Xin Fat Man and Zhang Ji Xin swayed on their feet and squinted their blurred eyes, but amazingly, they understood Zheng Qing’s meaning.

”Got no life, but have loads of money!” Xin Fat Man pounded his chest, his face full of pride, ”I aim to be a man who eats everything in the world! Worst come to worst, I’ll sell my life to you!”

”Yes, yes!” Zhang Ji Xin, tongue lolling around, nodded in agreement, ”Selling your life is great! Selling your life is great! Talking about money spoils friendships!”

”Try speaking clearly before you say anything,” Zheng Qing sighed, rubbing his forehead, ”What do you mean, you ’have got no life’? And selling your life...for an amulet? Are you not afraid your brother will break your legs?”

As he spoke, he glanced at the male with the red face.

Zhang Ji Xin seemed startled, involuntarily burping, then he bellowed:

”I aim to be a man who breaks free from chains! From cocoon to butterfly, starting from selling my life!”

”That’s right! That’s right!” Xin Fat Man hollered in agreement, ”I’m not afraid to sell my life, so why should I fear not getting to eat good food?”

...

Drunk people were utterly devoid of logic.

Zheng Qing sighed, feeling that he couldn’t communicate at all with these two idiots.

”Want to make a contract then.” Xiao Xiao eerily suggested from behind the two.

As he spoke, he pulled out a parchment and a bright red feather pen from his pocket, handing them to the two drunks.

Zheng Qing vaguely saw the gilded letters ’Sale Contract’ at the top of the parchment.

”I’ll sign... burp!” Zhang Ji Xin burped again.

”Don’t sign it and you’re a loser!” Xin Fat Man lifted his chin, trying to squeeze out a disgusted expression.

”I dare to sign, do you dare?” Red Face tilted his head, peeking sidelong at the fat guy.

”I dare if you dare!” the red glow from Xin Fat Man’s red nose shone under the dim room light.

The two drunken human-like beasts began a face-off, their stares intense and their breaths heavy.

The fireflies on the Dragonblood Vine conveniently jiggled their bellies, their intermittent light casting an intense glow on the two drunkards, intensifying the confrontational atmosphere.

”This isn’t too good, is it?” Zheng Qing seemed somewhat apprehensive.

”It’s totally fine.” Xiao Xiao waved the contract in his hand and cast Zheng Qing a comforting look, ”A one year personal employment contract, getting two strong laborers is totally worth it.”

”No, I am only worried if the contract will be invalid if it’s signed when drunk.” Zheng Qing spread his hands sincerely, indicating that Watermelon Head had completely misunderstood his concerns.