High School of Demon Hunting

Chapter 234: Chapter 158 Knight of Wands_1

”Insects?” Zheng Qing briefly paused the kitchen knife in his hand, he looked up at his roommate, his tone somewhat puzzled: ”Didn’t we rule out that possibility yesterday? There’s no specific type of carrion beetle that helps dehydrate animals.”

At this point, he couldn’t help but laugh, feeling like he had just told a very interesting joke.

But no one responded positively to it.

Zheng Qing had to clear his throat and added, ”I know the carrion beetles had eaten half of that poor kappa, but what I want to know is, before these beetles, who was the culprit who sucked the essence from the jade plate on the kappa’s head, leaving it withered.”

”Insects.” Xiao Xiao repeated his answer.

He propped his elbows on the table, his hands folded upon each other, palm bracing his chin, indifferently looking at the freshly placed sunflower on the table, he resolutely and swiftly said, ”You guys patrolling once encountered a crying kappa, right? What did that kappa say?”

”Zi...aw...ya ya...zi zi!” Xin Fat Man suddenly stood up, squealing, imitating the kappa’s speech.

Originally peacefully napping on the study desk, the fat cat jolted, quickly lifting its head, its two round emerald-green eyes blinking around, searching for the source of the abnormal noise.

The elves quickly hid behind Zheng Qing.

Even though it sounded spine-chilling, Zheng Qing surprisingly discovered that Xin’s howling scream was very similar to the kappa’s speech.

He just still could not understand what the man was talking about.

”Sounds about right,” Zheng Qing smacked his lips, commenting, ”I must admit, you have an excellent talent for non-human languages.”

”Oh, come on,” Xin Fat Man modestly waved his hand, ”I’m only at a basic level two in Kappa Language, I only know some simple greetings.”

Zheng Qing was dumbstruck and couldn’t utter a word.

The Magical World truly is an annoying one, which cannot let anyone complain happily.

”You just mentioned,” Xiao Xiao cleared his throat, dragging the conversation back onto track, ”that the crying kappa told the old janitor that its companion was dragged away by a group of insects.”

He pronounced his words very clearly and his description was quite on point.

Zheng Qing quickly nodded, and slowly sipped onion soup with a spoon.

”So, since we have a witness, the culprit can only be that group of bugs.” Xin Fat Man hastily concluded.

Zheng Qing frowned, his cheeks slowly collected, slowly chewing the dry bread in his mouth.

Even though this conjecture held no logical issues, in The Magical World, the least reliable thing is exactly the logic.

”So by implication, the suspect is a different group of insects?” Zheng Qing swallowed his food and asked slowly.

Xiao Xiao remained gazing at the sunflower with his chin propped, not making a sound immediately.

Xin Fat Man, on the other hand, quickly agreed.

”So, here’s the question.” Zheng Qing slapped the table abruptly, startling the fat cat who was dozing off again.

Tuan Tuan, annoyed, looked at a few unruly young students at the desk, shook his whiskers, yawned, and finally jumped out the balcony to find a quiet spot outside the window.

”If the culprit is an insect, it’s impossible for old man Ferna to be unaware.” Zheng Qing snapped his fingers and quickly said, ”So what purpose did all those traps he set around the lake serve? Don’t tell me he was really catching rabbits... he also said he wanted to catch a water ghost or fish wife. I’m suspicious of that fish wife.”

”Maybe Uncle Ferna is also uncertain what creature harmed the kappa.” Xiao Xiao analyzed after a moment of silence, he said: ”That’s why he set so many traps along the Lakeside of Bell Lake.”

”Fish wives are very rare creatures.” Xin Fat Man seemed very interested in the other creature mentioned in the conversation: ”Their blood can compose antidotes for more than a hundred water-related spells ... they’re very, very rare.”

Three first year students discussed for half an hour in front of the desk, and in the end they came up empty handed.

”The clues are still too few.” Xin Fat Man stretched, stood up, and decided to end the discussion.

”Your time is up.” Xiao Xiao checked the time and reminded, ”It’s already past one o’clock.”

”No rush, no rush, it takes at most five minutes from the dormitory to the library.” Zheng Qing waved his hand and seemed to have remembered something. He looked around.

”Where’s Dylan?” Finally he was able to ask a question that’s been bothering him for days: ”I wanted to ask him a few things these days, but I can never find him.”

”What’s the date today?” Xiao Xiao buried his head in his notebook and asked without looking up: ”Lunar.”

”August 15th.” Zheng Qing suddenly realized.

”As roommates with a werewolf lineage, keeping your distance near the full moon is being responsible to your life.” Xin Fat Man tapped the young scholarship student on the shoulder sympathetically.

Zheng Qing smacked his lips and suddenly seemed very interested in werewolf transformation.

Of course, in the end he did not follow his impulse to watch the difference between the werewolf on the fifteenth of the lunar August and his usual appearance.

There’s more important things to do today.

Yesterday morning, he received a paper crane message from Elena setting up tutoring times.

Now he needed to spend time to freshen up and make a good impression on his goddess.

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The First College was a Wizard University.

Students come from all corners of the world.

As a result, the campus was filled with a variety of clothing styles on weekends.

For instance, the kimonos from East Asia, the saris from India, the kimonos from Yingzhou, the Hima Pures from Athens, the togas from Rome and even the grass skirts from the southern tribal people of Africa, the fur coats of the Inuits in the Arctic. As far as the eye could see, it was a dizzying array.

Zheng Qing, in his bright red robe, stood out among them.

”I thought you might wear something more comfortable today,” Elena said, her eyes lit up by the sun that fell on her fair chin, making her look dazzling.

Today, she was wearing a rust-colored, Bohemian long skirt. The fine folds at her waist did nothing to hinder the airy gauze. Her red waves draped over her shoulders, topped by a white wide-brimmed soft hat. A vibrant rose blossomed on the side of her hat.

”I thought we were supposed to wear robes at school,” said Zheng Qing somewhat awkwardly, looking around anxiously, his face flushed.

”The sun is rather harsh today,” Elena said, stowing away her smile. She casually fanned herself with her hat, skillfully covering up Zheng Qing’s awkwardness.

A strong scent hit him, making Zheng Qing feel suffocated.

”Yeah, yeah,” he replied, dizzy, not knowing what to say.

This feeling of distraction peaked after tutoring Elena in Talisman Studies for a while.

East District of the Book Mountain Library.

In front of the desk by the third floor-to-ceiling window.

A young man and woman sat across from each other.

The afternoon sun was especially warm, enveloping them in a cozy bath-like warmth.

Zheng Qing’s head relentlessly sought support from his arm, trying to maintain a steady position.

But the pull of gravity was too strong.

His head gradually slid off his hand and onto the table.

Then, he abruptly woke up.

The gypsy witch opposite him had a mischievous look on her face.

”Sorry, I haven’t been sleeping well, having nightmares,” Zheng Qing’s face warmed up.

He rubbed his strained eyelids and wiped his cheeks. The flush on his face slowly subsided.

”That’s okay,” said Elena, shaking her head, looking somewhat apologetic. ”I didn’t know you had to patrol last night.”

”No, no, don’t worry,” Zheng Qing quickly reassured her. ”It’s an honor to help you with your Talisman Studies.”

The young gypsy witch bit her lip and lowered her head.

Zheng Qing took a deep breath, re-energized, and began flipping through the ”Principles of Rune Construction” by ”Man Kun”, pondering the next step for his enhanced learning.

Then, a delicate white hand extended in front of him.

Between her fingers was a tarot card.

Zheng Qing took the card curiously and flipped it over.

Knight of Wands.

Despite the dim indoor light, the gemstone embedded in the card sparkled brilliantly.

Zheng Qing looked up.

”This is for you,” Elena said, batting her large eyes at him and finishing her sentence. ”This card also serves as an amulet. As long as you sincerely pray to it for a few minutes before going to bed each day, it can protect you from nightmares. My teacher taught me this method when I was young, and it works wonderfully.”

A joyous smile spread across Zheng Qing’s face, but he still shook his head reluctantly.

”I can’t,” he said, not so definitely. ”Since it has been with you for so long, it must be valuable to you... and a deck of cards isn’t complete if it’s missing one.”

”If a deck is missing one card, there are still 77 left,” Elena cut him off, waving her petite white hand in front of him. ”Consider this as a token of gratitude for your tutoring. If you reject it, I’ll surely feel uncomfortable asking for your help again.”

Upon hearing her, Zheng Qing immediately held on tightly to the Tarot card.

A gift in return should do, he thought, as he reveled in the warmth of the amulet.