High School of Demon Hunting

Chapter 260: Chapter 184: 8 o’clock Slot in Dormitory_1

”Did he really say that?” Xiao Xiao lifted his head from his notebook, adjusted his glasses and asked in surprise.

”You didn’t even meet him in person, did you just make up stories when you got back?” Xin Fat Man scrutinized Zheng Qing with a look of disbelief, then patted him comfortingly on the shoulder. ”Don’t worry ... we’re all from the same dorm, we won’t mock you.”

”Theoretically speaking, there’s nothing magical about that.” Dylan’s head hung over the edge of his coffin, holding a mirror in one hand and a toothbrush in the other, carefully polishing his fangs.

”Absolutely true!” Zheng Qing blushed, swearing by the sky and the earth, ”If I’m lying, may lightning strike me!”

Although there wasn’t any sun outside, a wizard’s oath has always been very effective.

This action dispelled many doubts from the faces of the others.

...

It was eight o’clock on Thursday night.

Zheng Qing had been back from 18 Gamma Street to the dormitory in the back garden of the academy for a long time, but he was still discussing the meeting that happened a few hours ago with his roommates.

As the president of Alpha Academy and the leader of the club, Augustus’s schedule was very tight.

In fact, his meeting with Zheng Qing was only fifteen minutes long - ten of which he used to tell a baffling little story.

Zheng Qing didn’t even have time to finish the less than fifty milliliters of tea on the coffee table in the remaining five minutes!

Of course, this did not prevent him from returning to Jiuyou Academy full of doubts and speculations.

Zheng Qing was always aware of his limitations and wouldn’t hesitate to let his roommates, who were born and raised in the Magic World and thus more experienced, help him interpret the meaning of Augustus’s words.

Like the brief comments that the big shot made about Friedman and Sepulano;

Or the little story between ’Initial Intentions of Justice’ and ’Sad Consequences’;

Or the phrase, ’If you have any troubles, feel free to write to me’.

What annoyed Zheng Qing was that, at the beginning of the discussion, his roommates didn’t understand the subtle meanings in Augustus’s words at all.

They were more focused on other aspects.

Xin Fat Man was very interested in the food in the Blood Comrades’ lair, especially a few of the high-end coffees mentioned by Zheng Qing - Dragon’s Saliva, Phoenix’s Nest, Musk - He even complained that the young scholarship student didn’t bring any snacks back from the coffee table.

Admittedly, the fat man’s thinking was always unusual.

Compared with that, Dylan’s main points of interest were very ’Wizardish.’ He was very interested in a series of mysterious rituals that Zheng Qing had experienced - including baptism in the small chapel, and Augustus’s crystal ball.

”I’ve heard that Augustus is a senior astrologer and has superb divination skills,” said Mister Wolfman, licking his lips and exposing a ghastly white fang, ”You didn’t ask him to divine for you, what a huge loss.”

”There’s a blood thread on your tooth,” Zheng Qing reminded, ”Did you eat raw meat again?!”

”What...you must have seen it wrong!” Mister Wolfman quickly crawled back into his coffin and found his toothbrush and small round mirror, beginning the daily grind and polish of his fangs.

As for Xiao Xiao, he was racking his brains to string together a beautiful love poem, completely ignoring the nagging around him.

After relentless effort, the roommates whose thoughts had strayed finally turned their attention back to the conversation mentioned by Zheng Qing.

Hence the sarcastic remarks mentioned at the beginning of this Chapter.

”Why would I lie to you?” The poor boy shouted, looking very depressed, ”He really did say that if I have something on my mind to write to him ... absolutely true!”

”No, no, no.” Xiao Xiao waved his index finger vigorously, shaking his head repeatedly: ”I’m not talking about that ... you just mentioned that during your meeting, Augustus said something baffling?”

”Baffling talk?” Zheng Qing frowned, struggling to search his memory: ”Something like ’Fate ... determines everything’ and ’Passing Nightmares’ or something.”

The young scholarship student shrugged, his expression a bit helpless: ”Who can remember such illogical talk clearly?”

”Bingo!” Dr. Xiao snapped his fingers, pointing to Dylan who was in the middle of polishing his fangs: ”He just said that you didn’t let Augustus help with the divination, which was wrong... actually, when you just met, the Alpha big shot had already read your future.”

”I didn’t know that.” Zheng Qing looked confused.

”Fate, nightmare... and passing by.” Dylan paused brushing his teeth, solemnly adding: ”These words often appear in divination terminology. You’d know if you attended a few more of Professor Yi’s classes.”

This obscure vocabulary was of no help for Zheng Qing to understand Augustus’s words.

”What do you think it means when Augustus was evaluating those two people in front of me?” Zheng Qing finally gave up discussing the obscure topic of divination and raised another matter: ”I felt guilty when I heard it.”

”Feeling guilty is right.” Xin Fat Man finally let go of his grudge that Zheng Qing hadn’t brought back any snacks, sat upright, and said seriously: ”Who are you?”

”Me?” Zheng Qing pointed to his nose: ”A genius?”

”Shameless.” The fat man snorted: ”You’re just a freshman, and at best, a scholarship student who’s good at Talismans... what does it mean then, when Augustus discusses the two most likely successors to the title of ’Augustus’ with you?”

That was a convoluted sentence.

But Zheng Qing understood it right away.

Just that the answer made him feel worried.

”Because your relationship with both of those people is far from friendly.” Dylan sighed gloomily from his coffin.

This assessment was very fair, even somewhat flattering.

In reality, whether it was Sepulano or Friedman, their relationship with Zheng Qing had nothing to do with ’friendliness’. It was debatable whether ’adversarial’ would be a better fit.

”Maybe, Augustus just mentioned it in passing.” Finally, Dr. Xiao closed his notebook and stretched: ”He probably wouldn’t want two of his top generals to have irreconcilable conflicts with a freshman ... especially when this freshman is from Jiuyou Academy, any excessive action would arouse Lei Zhe’s vigilance and counterattack.”

”So, what exactly does he want?!” Zheng Qing felt mentally exhausted: ”Why can’t he just speak clearly?”

”Because he’s Augustus.” Xin Fat Man stroked his chin, nodding seriously.

The room fell silent for a moment.

Tuan Tuan entered the dorm from the balcony, ready to bounce onto the desk.

A group of lazy little elves hung on its back- The fat cat had been bought over by the little elves Zheng Qing kept at some point, and willingly acted as their mount.

It seemed to notice the seriousness in the dorm.

Tuan Tuan hesitated in mid-leap, changed direction, and jumped into Xin Fat Man’s quilt.

The group of little elves left their mount mid-air, flapping their wings towards Zheng Qing’s bed - halfway there, they pulled at his hair and rubbed his ears.

This made the scholarship student, who had kept his face stern, look much better.