High School of Demon Hunting

Chapter 2690: Chapter 911: Zheng Qing’s Sense of Responsibility

Lost.

This was Zheng Qing’s mindset when leaving Greenhill Mansion.

Su Shijun advised him not to look at matters from such a high position, reminding him that he was just a young wizard, with limited perspective—what he saw might not be the whole picture; acting on his views might inadvertently cause harm.

But at the end of last semester, Old Yao also discussed similar topics with Zheng Qing.

However, his view was entirely opposite.

——I hope you graduate soon.

——I don’t expect to discuss these matters with the Principal anymore. I can only place my hopes on you, and a student still in school can’t become a qualified agent.

That day, in Jiuyou Academy’s Principal’s office, Old Yao casually talked with Zheng Qing about the school’s low decision-making efficiency, discussed how Professor Emma was an unqualified Vice Principal, talked about His ’followers’, and new ancient demons, talked about the Alliance’s attempt to extend its reach into First University, talked about some newly legendary Big Mouse, among other topics.

Between the lines, this esteemed Principal of Jiuyou Academy did not regard the young cost student as merely a young wizard.

But as an equal ’status’ interlocutor.

A collaborator who can discuss serious topics, talk about various major matters within the Alliance.

This recognition from a legendary wizard, along with a serious attitude, inevitably made Zheng Qing somewhat buoyant, unconsciously accepting Old Yao’s words and began trying to look at matters from a higher position—every boy harbors a dream of commanding the world and sweeping through challenges, but for most, this dream remains just a dream throughout their life.

But for Zheng Qing, this dream can be reflected into reality.

Just like in his attitude towards the crows.

He could list various malicious acts of the crows, all kinds of illegal facts, and the harm they’ve caused him, but ultimately, the relationship between them is like a person walking at night encountering wolves; though shocked, as long as careful, avoiding future wolf attacks is enough—night travelers should focus on traveling at night, not hunting wolves.

But Zheng Qing now wants to hunt wolves, not just walk at night.

This subtle shift stems from the obsession slowly growing in his heart after chatting with Old Yao last time, an extraordinary sense of ’responsibility’ towards the school, a ’sense of ownership’ surpassing ordinary students, even many professors.

Or perhaps, much earlier.

When the mentor took him away from The Land of Void, nurtured him physically, brought him to classes, deep in his heart was buried a similar thought.

Therefore, when he sees bad things happening at the school, like noticing a fruit bearing a rotten wound, he believes he has the duty and obligation to cleanse the rot.

Now, Su Shijun points out this mindset of his as ’inappropriate’—the witch’s words are tactful, but Zheng Qing can understand them; she doesn’t mind him standing in a higher place but doesn’t support him ’waving a big hammer as a five-year-old’, participating in the grand chess game within the Alliance as a young wizard.

Ultimately, it’s still about insufficient strength.

The young teaching assistant sighed heavily, his conflicted feelings mixed with the cold reality, adding a bit of anxiety to his confusion, subconsciously touching the Grey Cloth Bag hanging at his waist; through the delicate velvet, he seemed to feel the heavy copper law book inside, the Colt, Remington, and Beretta Double-Barrel, the temporarily remaining single Blood Symbol Bullet, and the Forbidden Spell Book gradually recovering.

These things slightly lifted his dampened mood.

His mind involuntarily flashed back to the conversations with Old Yao at the end of last semester—curiously, he suddenly recalled a casually mentioned sentence from Old Yao at that time, ’Vice Principal If foolish handles matters related to the crows, he is not convenient to intervene’.

Vaguely, he felt this idea was a bit abrupt.

But immediately, other distractions surged, like tides submerging rocks, this abrupt and brief thought quickly vanished in the boy’s lively mind.

From afar came the voices of young wizards cheering and rejoicing.

Zheng Qing snapped back to reality, only to realize he didn’t know when he’d arrived at Pedestrian Street, unknowingly standing at the door of San You Bookstore; although the daylight was bright, other stores on the street had already lit up, only this small bookstore had its doors and windows closed, with no sign of vitality inside.

The dusty windows reflected the street lights, through the glass, the shelves inside were empty.

It seemed there was even less compared to his previous visit.

Zheng Qing frowned.

Ding!!!

A melodious metallic sound echoed in his ears.

Zheng Qing turned back and found Fox Five, the shopkeeper of D&K, standing beside him unannounced, holding a tuning fork, seriously tapping it against the empty window of San You Bookstore—

Ding!

Noticing the warlock’s gaze, Hank took off his hat and respectfully bowed:

”Hello, Boss!”

Zheng Qing scratched his head: ”...Oh, hello, to you too!”

As the second metal sound rang out, he remembered the situation.

Speaking of which, this matter was related to the Great Elves.

The first week of school, as the three sprites were asleep and unresponsive, Zheng Qing visited Doctor Duzem, who taught him a magic skill from mysticism, using daily strikes to emit 528 hertz sound from the tuning forks, stimulating the sprites’ vitality and magic power to ultimately awaken them.

Zheng Qing immediately applied this technique to the equally dormant Elena, delegating the task of hitting the tuning forks to Fox Five, the shopkeeper of D&K.

To this day, the sprites have awakened, transforming into Great Elves, but the little sapling inside San You Bookstore has no signs of waking, and Zheng Qing isn’t even sure if it’s still in the bookstore.

Sigh.

He couldn’t help but sigh again.

The fox shopkeeper looked strangely at his boss.

”Um, as I mentioned, didn’t I arrange for you to come strike one in the morning when opening and another in the evening when closing?” Zheng Qing barely mustered some energy and glanced at the sky: ”...Are you closing the store so early today?”

Hank rotated the hat in his hands, with the two big ears on his head trembling along.

”Yes, Boss.”

His attitude remained respectful, just like the maids at Greenhill Mansion, impeccable from tone to demeanor: ”The school’s Spring Hunting just concluded this year, this afternoon is the gathering and sorting of the catch... Thanks to your blessing, the store’s harvest from the hunt in the past few days is excellent in both quality and quantity, so today it needs to close early to organize the warehouse.”

”Don’t the Ears Brothers help you out?” Zheng Qing glanced at its back.

”Tomorrow is Monday, they need to prepare for class supplies.” The shopkeeper of D&K finally couldn’t maintain his composure, casting a blaming look at his irresponsible boss.