High School of Demon Hunting

Chapter 1806: Chapter 27: On the Pedestrian Street

As the deputy principal of the First University, Elder Ruoyu needed more wizards who understood art, because the wizard world is like a tall spire; the higher up you go, the less room there is to maneuver, which requires the wizards on top to learn to compromise with each other.

But for the ordinary wizards at the bottom, adhering to normalcy is the life they are most familiar with. The quarrels in the streets and alleys, the curses on the curb, the cunning vendors, the fiery housewives, the tails of flying brooms brushing past the pull-up banners in front of shops, the tricksters tossing fireballs and scorching the snow-white canopies outside the second-story loft.

Every day, Robert Lee deals with these trivial matters, witnessing the most common yet most endlessly varied disagreements in this world, yet he enjoys it.

Because being transferred from the North District of Beta Town to the Beta Town Pedestrian Street is already luck enough for him, he has no reason to ask for more. Moreover, both in quantity and intensity, the noises on the Pedestrian Street are much less than at the North District’s docks. Here, even the wizards quarrel using honorifics—

”Can’t you watch where you’re going? You stepped on my foot!”

”I wondered why my foot felt a sudden twinge...”

Robert deftly inserted himself between the two glaring pedestrians, skillfully piling up a smile, beaming as he revealed the silver-white security bureau badge on his belt, stopping the two from foolishly drawing their law books:

”Calm down, calm down, if you recklessly throw around evil curses and attract the school patrol team, it won’t look good for anyone. You know, those kids at the school have been quite annoyed since the chaos a few months ago, itching to make an example out of someone... a bump or two is inevitable when you’re out and about, there’s no need to draw law books over such a small matter... take a step back, and everyone benefits, am I right?”

Typically, by the time it gets to this, neither side would fight.

But they cannot help but throw a few harsh words; one side claims they have three thousand brothers, each a registered wizard; the other stretches their face to be slapped ’try hitting me,’ Robert broadly stands in the middle, lightly pushing on either side, and the blusterous road rage warriors give ground, cursing as they walk away to the disappointment of onlookers.

”Old Li, you ought to let them fight first and then intervene, so you can earn more merit,” the milk tea shop’s uncle leaned halfway out of the counter, chuckling, handing the officer a cup of pearl milk tea.

The warm paper cup was carried by two little sprites, gliding through the air in an elegant arc before steadily landing in Robert’s hand.

The officer pulled a few shiny copper coins from his pocket, sliding them into the pouch on the sprite’s body. Sprite Hehe smiled and cheerfully bowed in thanks in mid-air.

”Exactly, exactly,” the young owner of another talisman shop leaned against the front door, shaking his head with a book in hand: ”Have you not heard of the tale of Qin Yue People?”

”Who is Qin Yue People?” asked a curious young witch passing by.

”It’s Bian Que, a very famous ancient therapist.” Across the street, Lin Guo, sitting atop his alchemy goat, answered loudly.

The witch turned to see a handsome, jade-faced young man in a flowing white robe speaking to her and was instantly intrigued, forgetting the ruffians nearby, pulled out a handkerchief, and smiled as she approached:

”Are you a student of Alpha? We’re classmates, I’m from Starry Sky... how old are you? That story about the therapist sounds fascinating, let me buy you a milk tea, and you can tell me about it, okay? Did you make this alchemy car yourself? It’s amazing! Our Hunting team is just in need of an excellent alchemist! Come join us, there’s no probation, and we’ll hire at a registered wizard’s rate!”

Lin Guo adeptly leaned back, avoiding the witch’s reaching hand, and conveniently pulled open the curtain on the small truck beside him, recommending his own goods while chattering about the story of Bian Que’s three brothers:

”Senior, would you like to buy some alchemical items? Whatever you need, I can find a way to get it... The story of the therapist is simple; in ancient times, a king asked the therapist which of their three brothers had the best healing skills. Bian Que said, ’My eldest brother, at the sight of illness, treats it before it manifests, so his name does not leave the house. My middle brother treats illnesses in their minute stages, so his name is not spoken outside his district. As for me, Bian Que, I pierce the vessels, apply potions, treat the skin, and therefore my name is spoken among the lords.’ The meaning is...”

The boy spoke clearly and logically, and the witch listened carefully and earnestly.

In front of the milk tea shop, several aged warlocks chuckled, observing the scene before them. The talisman shop owner glanced at the young lad and lass across the street, then at the scruffy uncle beside him, shaking his head and sighing, ”I’m getting old... truly old.”

The milk tea shop owner, long devoid of the talisman shop’s young owner’s ’spring ambition,’ had already turned his attention away from the young wizards across the street, drawing out a newspaper from beneath the counter and waving it at Robert Lee:

”Yo, here’s your newspaper!”

The officer’s eyes lit up, eagerly stepping forward, taking the ”Beta Town Post,” flipping through it before quickly spotting his large half-body photograph occupying almost half a page—Robert Lee in the photo was solemnly staring ahead, his arm occasionally crossing the frame, making powerful gestures.

He looked at this photo and suddenly remembered something, reaching into his waist pocket and, after rummaging for a while, pulling out an older issue of the ”Beta Town Post”—that newspaper also had a half-body photo of Robert Lee, but due to its age, the robe in the photo had a few clear creases, slightly marring its appearance.

The officer didn’t mind the minor imperfections on the robe, his attention more on the smile in his photo on both papers.

In the old newspaper, the officer was wearing a rope-like blue tie, his expression too stern, his smile very stiff, looking very much like the photo of an old-school Europan wizard embedded in a tombstone.

That was his first time appearing in the paper, and his awkwardness lasted quite a while. It must be known, the Beta Town officer is neither a young talent from the First University nor a highly skilled New World hunter, and didn’t even have a few registered wizards—rarely getting the chance to appear in major wizarding newspapers like the ”Beta Town Post.”

But his frustration didn’t last long.

In the second black tide attack from the Silent Forest over a month ago, Robert Lee ’accidentally,’ sounded the warning ten minutes early, blowing a copper whistle, earning Beta Town precious reaction time.

Afterwards, when it came time for commendation, this North District officer not only received a Merlin Bronze Medal awarded by the Alliance and was promoted to the officer of the Pedestrian Street, but also got interviewed by a journalist, granting him the opportunity for a second appearance in the ”Beta Town Post.”

This resulted in this new newspaper and this new photo.