High School of Demon Hunting

Chapter 148: Chapter 72 The Screaming Dressing Mirror_1

Terri Duzem felt as if he had just closed his eyes.

A second ago, his mind was crammed with intricate formulas and complex spells.

A second later, his consciousness sank into endless darkness.

What happened in between those two seconds?

He didn’t know.

All he knew was that his eyelids were heavy, as if they were bound together by a stickiness spell.

The day before yesterday, while strolling in the courtyard during the evening, the stunning sunset from beyond the patio sparked his imagination. Without him realizing, the long-lost inspiration once again descended upon his mind.

So, he threw himself into his study, grabbed his quill, and commenced lengthy calculations.

He was so engrossed that two days passed in an instant.

He forgot about sunrise and sunset, eating, and sleeping.

His old servant came and left from the study room, only to sigh at the sight of untouched cold meals.

When he finally decrypted the last variable in the formula using a spell, the break of dawn had already peeped in through the somewhat smudged window glass for the second time, casting a light on him.

He threw down his quill, smiled with satisfaction, pulled over the blanket hanging on the coat rack, reclined against the large armchair behind him, and immediately sank into a deep sleep.

In the dream, Constantin - his loyal old servant - was prattling on at him, insisting him to eat.

”I’m working, Constantin!” He griped, running his hands through his hair, and shouted at the courteous servant, ”Don’t let something as mundane as eating interrupt me!”

”Alright, young master.” Constantin agreed humbly, before raising his head with a puzzled look on his face. ”So when do you plan to eat, sir?”

Doctor Duzem helplessly thumped his head onto the desk, muttering to himself.

I’m not angry.

I’m not angry.

I’m not angry...

Everything after that was a blank.

When his consciousness returned to his body, he felt his arm being vigorously shaken by someone.

”Young master...”

”Young master!” Constantin’s words seemed to drift in from far away, like the vibrant colors of the evening sky on that evening.

With great effort, the doctor finally managed to open one eye, mumbled, ’I’m not eating,’ then turned over, intending to go back to sleep.

The old servant shook his arm, preventing him from falling back to sleep.

”Master, please wake up, master,” Constantin pleaded anxiously. ”Miss Jiang is here.”

His eyes were still closed, but Doctor Duzem’s mind worked to grasp the essence of these words.

Miss Jiang?

His sluggish mind couldn’t process the information quickly, while the old servant’s relentless shaking prevented him from returning to his sleep.

”Who is she?!” Doctor Duzem finally opened his bleary eyes, his voice showing his fatigue and annoyance. ”Don’t they know I rest during the mornings?”

There’s nothing worse than being dragged out of slumber.

Well, there is something worse: being repeatedly jerked awake.

”You must have a good reason, otherwise...” Even with a belly full of resentment, Doctor Du Zemu couldn’t figure out how to deal with his impulsive servant.

”Miss Jiang, sir.” The old servant respectfully presented him with a hot towel to dab his face: ”The young lady from the Zhongshan Jiang family has sent her invitation last weekend. You agreed to this meeting.”

Doctor Du Zemu took the towel and vigorously rubbed his eyes and temples. His muddled thoughts gradually awakened from darkness.

Zhongshan Jiang Family?

His only major sponsor at the moment?!

”Miss Jiang!” He sprang up, his face fraught with anxiety. ”Why didn’t you say so sooner? Quickly, please let her in.”

He knew very little about this Miss Jiang.

But the Zhongshan Jiang Family was his greatest supporter of his magic experiments in recent years.

Or rather, the only supporter.

To him, Miss Jiang was more like the head of the inspection.

The old servant agreed and made his way towards the door.

”Stand up straight, Constantin!” Doctor Du Zemu called behind him, keeping his voice low. ”Walk steadier. You’re looking like a baboon now.”

The old servant stopped, straightened his back, adjusted his clothes, and walked out the door firmly.

Doctor Du Zemu quickly tidied up the scattered drafts on the table and tossed a few bald feathers into the waste basket at his feet. Then he rushed to the tall dressing mirror, vigorously combed his hair, pulling the corners of his mouth, trying to show a perfect smile.

”You need to change your bow-tie, sir.” The mirror suddenly spoke, complaining in a hoarse voice, ”Forgive me for saying, the greasy thing hanging around your neck looks more like a rag than a tie.”

The doctor hesitated for a moment, removed the bow-tie that had been hanging around his neck for a long time, and shoved it deep into the cupboard behind him.

”And your robe, sir!” The mirror, seeing that its advice was being taken to some extent, became more excited. ”The third button on your chest is displaced, there seems to be some grease stains on your front, and your hood, it can no longer be called a hood, it looks just like a handkerchief used by a big-footed beast...”

”Shut up!” Doctor Du Zemu snapped, sternly stopping his dressing mirror from speaking further. ”A guest is coming, the only thing you can do is shut your bloody mouth!”

As he spoke, he quickly fixed the misplaced buttons on his chest.

”What difference is there between a mirror that can’t speak and a salted fish!” The dressing mirror screamed, trying to attract its owner’s attention.

The doctor coldly grabbed the purple-red blanket on the circle chair and covered the mirror with it.

Then, the mirror quietly fell asleep.

”Sir, the guest is here.”

The study door opened again, the old servant Constantin walked in front, with his back straight. He gave the doctor a flawless salute, and added in the restrained tone used in ancient noble houses, ”Miss Jiang Yu and her male companion have arrived.”

Before the doctor could speak, the guests behind the old servant walked in without reservation.

”Doctor Du Zemu.” Jiang Yu had her Kun Bag hanging on one arm, held in front of her belly, and one hand protruding, handing it to the smiling host. ”I apologize for disturbing you so early.”

The doctor noticed a red-robed bookworm carrying a paper box following her.

As someone who studied at Alpha Academy, he didn’t hold much prejudice against students from Jiuyou.

”Miss Jiang,” Doctor Du Zemu held Jiang Yu’s hand, lightly kissed it, then raised his head and said loudly, ”It’s really you. The last time I saw you was six years ago when I visited the old lady in Zhongshan... just in time for your twelfth birthday. I remember more than half of the grand wizards from the Wizard Covenant went. At the end, I was stuck in the way back in the group photo... even my head wasn’t fully in the shot. This time, you must give me an opportunity to have a proper photo with you.”

”It’s my honor.” Jiang Yu smiled with dignity and introduced the man beside her to the host, ”This is Zheng Qing, my classmate, also my friend... this year’s cost student from Jiuyou Academy.”

”Nice to meet you.” Doctor Du Zemu extended his hand, grabbed Zheng Qing’s arm, and gave it a quick shake.

It was clear that his attitude towards Zheng Qing was much colder.