High School of Demon Hunting

Chapter 2580: Chapter 801: The Clan’s Duty

Dylan’s full name is ’Dylan O’Brien Tabbot’, and he also has beautiful black curly hair and emerald eyes. However, due to the vampire blood in him, his complexion is much paler compared to Michael.

As these thoughts flashed through Zheng Qing’s mind, Michael Tabbot, who was chatting with him, eagerly continued the topic about the head of the Changbai Mountain Chi qiu on the wall:

”... Chi qiu loves the ’Bear Tyrant’ from the Black Wind Pass of Changbai Mountain the most. The fresh flesh and blood of Bear Tyrant are the best bait to capture them...’Bear Tyrant’? It’s a creature with the front of a bear and the back of a pig, much stronger than a Bear Pig and tastier than wild boar. It’s said to be a hybrid of a bear and a pig...”

Zheng Qing couldn’t stand hearing the word ’hybrid’ anymore and couldn’t help but point to the decoration on the wall, interrupting: ”Are you interested in hunting Changbai Mountain Chi qiu?”

”Not specifically targeting the Changbai Mountain Chi qiu.”

Michael crossed his arms, looking nonchalant, yet he couldn’t wait to say: ”...As of last month, I’ve already hunted seven Fire Dragons by myself. This Christmas, I want to increase this record to double digits... and then prepare at least one dragon skull as beautiful as the one on the wall.”

He also glanced at the Chi qiu skull on the wall.

”I can almost smell the Dragon Blood on you,” Zheng Qing recalled the teachings he received at Greenhill Mansion and complimented him with effort.

Michael raised his hand in front of him, turned it and laughed heartily, thanking: ”Thank you... Your medal is also beautiful, ah, the Merlin Gold Medal? I heard it’s an honor only for slaying a Great Demon!”

Zheng Qing blinked, wondering if Dylan’s cousin was doing it intentionally or was just not all there—he had just mentioned the big battle with Walter during the winter break, but it was ignored. Now bringing it up again, was he just trying to make conversation?

Or has this kid gone nuts due to wolf venom, so his mind is unclear?

Despite various complaints in his heart, Zheng Qing still showed humility: ”This medal was awarded as a small contribution when I collaborated with the school and the Trident Sword to hunt a fallen Big Wizard last winter... It’s no big deal, really... Honor belongs to the First University!”

He raised his fruit wine, using an absolutely safe phrase to end his humility.

”Honor belongs to the First University!”

Michael also raised his glass, clinked it with Zheng Qing’s, then leaned forward slightly and lowered his voice: ”Although it’s not sociable to say, I always feel that honor only truly belongs to oneself... Judging by your performance at the foot of Centimeter Mountain during the day, you deserve this medal.”

Seeing his sincere eyes, Zheng Qing couldn’t tell if he was genuinely complimenting or mocking, so he just gave a couple of strained laughs and remained silent.

With Zheng Qing staying quiet, Michael looked a bit uncomfortable.

This young werewolf from the Tabbot family finished his fruit wine, stared at the Changbai Mountain Chi qiu head for a long time, until several rounds of wizards had changed around them, still looking up, nailed in place.

Zheng Qing finished his last sip of fruit wine and suddenly realized something.

”You came to me... is there something you need?” he tentatively asked—he should have guessed earlier, if it were just to say hello, this young werewolf wouldn’t have spent so long making small talk.

Hearing Zheng Qing speak, Michael Tabbot exhaled heavily, turned back, and smiled broadly: ”There’s nothing major... I heard you’ve organized a hunting team and officially registered it with the Alliance?”

”Yes, the Absolution Hunting Team, established for over a year now.” Zheng Qing cautiously nodded, thinking Dylan’s cousin wanted to collaborate with Absolution in some way: ”However, the team is organized in a Dual Head System, with other hunters managing daily affairs...”

”Yes, yes, I’ve heard, I’ve also heard that... the youngest son of the Tianmen Zhang Family is your team’s other ’head’.” Michael nodded repeatedly, then changed the subject: ”Dylan is also in your team, right?”

”Yes.” Zheng Qing was growing more bewildered, so his answer became even more concise.

”I want to ask for your help as a broker, to persuade Dylan to fulfill his aristocratic duties.” Michael’s expression was a bit embarrassed, and his voice involuntarily lowered a lot.

”Aristocratic duties?” Zheng Qing felt a headache coming on.

He disliked the unclear, ambiguous feeling of this conversation.

The werewolf man in front of him obviously sensed the boy’s impatience and succinctly explained: ”Um... it’s to persuade him to accept the arranged marriage by the family.”

The last two words immediately reminded Zheng Qing of the gossip he’d heard at the start of the semester and Dylan’s crazed attendance at social gatherings after returning to the dorm when school began.

”Is it about the Zombie Bride?” he asked cautiously.

After the new year, Dylan hadn’t returned to school on time because his elders wanted him to marry a bride from the Zombie Clan, hoping that their union would produce a superior bloodline with traits of the three major Clans of the Moon. However, Dylan didn’t want any contact beyond a finger touch with a zombie lady whose physical age exceeded five hundred years, so he ran away for a long time.

Michael’s face stiffened slightly, and after a few seconds of silence, he nodded heavily: ”Since you know... Dylan is the forbidden offspring of a werewolf and a Blood Race. The acceptance of his birth back then by the O’Brien and Tabbot families meant he would need to assume his corresponding responsibilities at some point. Originally, he should have come for the Shanglin Garden Spring Hunt.”

Zheng Qing suddenly felt a headache.

”This kind of matter shouldn’t be my business as an outsider.”

He considered his words, giving an example he thought suited a werewolf’s taste: ”I don’t know if you’ve used the toilet invented by commoners... when using the toilet, how difficult it is to make the excrement fall in the right place, that’s how difficult this matter is... By ’right place,’ I mean the spot where when the excrement falls, the splash doesn’t hit your butt cheeks.”

This analogy was extremely vulgar.

But it accurately described the subtle difficulty of getting Dylan to accept the Zombie Bride. Moreover, compared to other aristocratic disciples, the Tabbot family, having werewolf blood, clearly accepted this kind of metaphor more easily.

”As Dylan’s roommate and teammate, you’re not an outsider.”

At this point, Michael showed a completely different cleverness from before: ”That’s why I ask for your help... I just hope there’s still room for maneuver before he has a bigger conflict with the family.”