High School of Demon Hunting

Chapter 2582: Chapter 803: 30 Jade Coins

Jiang Yu’s last ultimatum had just been delivered.

A few purple gemstones the size of pigeon eggs fell into her hand, the abundant magic power fluctuating on the gems telling the witch their value was indeed genuine.

”Deal!”

Vivian grabbed Jiang Yu’s hand fiercely, shaking it with a bit of gritting teeth, ”If it weren’t for the old men’s demands... don’t ever fall into my hands in the future!”

Jiang Yu lowered her eyelids, ignoring the other’s pale and powerless threat.

Indeed, still got a bargain.

She pondered silently in her heart, weighing those pigeon eggs in her hand, a trace of regret flashing in her eyes. But the transaction had been completed, naturally, there was no room for remorse. She opened her handbag, took out a feather pen and stationery, and wrote a note.

”Follow this to find Zheng Qing, he will accompany you to dance a tune.” Jiang Yu lightly tapped, and the letter automatically folded into a paper crane, flapping its wings as it flew between the two witches.

Vivian pinched the paper crane, her face showing a hint of hesitation: ”...Aren’t you coming with me?”

”You dancing with him and me beside you, these two things can’t happen simultaneously.” Jiang Yu’s eyes were deep, her tone faint: ”It’s not that I would stop you from dancing... I’m just worried that if I’m nearby, he might stomp your foot swollen.”

...

...

Watching the pink-robed witch disappear at the dance floor entrance, Jiang Yu sighed slightly, turned to leave, when another familiar figure appeared before her.

Betsey Black.

The guy who’s been at odds with Vivian since childhood.

”Don’t look at me with those eyes, she didn’t consult me on how to poison you.” Jiang Yu skillfully distanced herself from her connection with Vivian: ”...We only talked about dancing.”

Beta proudly raised her chin.

”Who worries about her little tricks!”

The black-haired witch curled her lips, eyes retracting from the direction Vivian had vanished, raising the fruit wine glass in her hand to clink with Jiang Yu’s empty glass: ”I came to find you... I heard you plan to graduate early from school? Congratulations in advance, you’re always so tough... Well, coincidentally, Uncle Fraser gave me a whole set of ’Golden Branch’ as a New Year gift recently, I thought you might like it... Why not gift it to you as an early graduation present?”

Jiang Yu squinted her eyes.

”A whole set of ’Golden Branch’?” She rubbed the empty wine glass in her hand, lightly repeating that term.

”Exactly, a whole set.”

Beta casually fiddled with the black gem ring on her hand: ”Including ’Sympathetic Witchcraft,’ ’Weather Magic,’ ’Disaster Transfer,’ ’Public Exorcism,’ ’Osiris’s Ritual,’ ’Adonis’s Ritual,’ and so on... I remember you’ve always been very interested in such classical magic?”

”What do you want?” Jiang Yu looked at Betsey with a half-smile, she wouldn’t believe this guy would gift a precious set of magic books out of celebration for her early graduation.

She had a faint guess of the real motive.

Sure enough, upon hearing Jiang Yu’s straightforward question, Betsey’s face rarely showed a hint of embarrassment, slightly flushing as she averted her gaze, coughing dryly: ”Ahem... I mean, if you don’t mind, could you lend me your dance partner for a while?”

Jiang Yu subtly rolled her eyes.

These two, their words are almost the same.

”If you want to dance, go directly to him, why tell me?” She repeated the question she had once asked the pink-robed witch with a slightly subtle and complex emotion.

”Because I directly went to him, ah.”

Betsey sighed lightly, swaying the glass in her hand, her tone laced with a hint of frustration: ”But your little lover is too timid, couldn’t even glance at my chest... So out of courtesy and practical viewpoint, I feel it’s best to obtain your permission.”

Jiang Yu’s gaze briefly lingered on the black-haired witch’s deep neckline, letting out a muffled hum.

”Thirty jade coins, one dance.”

She restrained her smile, dryly repeating the earlier terms, while adding: ”Also, you need to change into a more conservative dress... and that set of ’Golden Branch’ is also mine.”

Betsey’s eyebrows rose, then slowly fell.

”Deal.”

She nodded decisively, directly pulling out a contract, drafting terms swiftly, and signing her name: ”I don’t have that much pocket money on me now, will give you the ’Golden Branch’ and the thirty jade coins tomorrow... If not paid tomorrow, late fees will be calculated with daily interest of one percent.”

Jiang Yu simply glanced at the contract, promptly signing her name.

Then similarly handed Betsey a paper crane.

In the end, she added: ”Hmm, just a reminder, in sequence, Vivian is arranged before you, so you have to wait until Vivian finishes dancing before taking over...”

The black-haired witch instantly knew what had happened earlier.

”Is she also thirty jade coins, for a dance?” She asked with a pulled face.

Jiang Yu glanced at Balash Sasan and Louise Cody, who were sneakily watching from not far away, and heavily sighed: ”Everyone’s the same.”

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...

”Jiang Yu sold you to me.”

This was the first thing Vivian said after dragging Zheng Qing out from the group of warlocks.

Originally feeling very troubled because Michael Tabbot hoped he could persuade Dylan, Zheng Qing was generally not good at refusing requests, hence the timely appearance of the pink-robed witch made him quite grateful.

But the witch’s words directly burned out his CPU.

”What?” The young teaching assistant was utterly confused.

”Jiang Yu sold you to me!” The pink-robed witch repeated with a mischievous smile, then looking at the wary and perplexed expression of the warlock opposite her, sighed and added: ”...Well, for the time of one dance.”

Saying that, she handed the crumpled paper crane to Zheng Qing.

Zheng Qing took and unfolded the paper crane.

Inside was a familiar line of cursive writing.

— Dance with her.

Although lacking context, the familiar handwriting and breath didn’t lie.

Zheng Qing didn’t know what had happened, but thinking Jiang Yu must have her reasons for writing this, he honestly danced a tune with the pink-robed witch.

As soon as Vivian left, Betsey appeared in front of Zheng Qing — Zheng Qing noticed she had changed into a dress with a smaller neckline, but the new dress was also more form-fitting — she similarly handed an amused paper crane to Zheng Qing.

Zheng Qing opened it with a straight face.

Inside saw the same message as the previous paper crane.

”Michael is just over there.” Zheng Qing still remembered the gossip he’d heard during the mutual revealing among the witches earlier, cautiously reminding the black-haired witch in front of him.

”He won’t mind.” Betsey shook her hair, smiling slightly: ”Just like you dancing with three witches at the Christmas moonlight dance party, did they mind?”

If they didn’t mind, I wouldn’t be at Shanglin Garden today.

Zheng Qing silently grumbled, nervously glancing toward where the warlocks were gathered, unsure if it was a trick of the light, he vaguely saw a pair of fierce green eyes.