High School of Demon Hunting
Chapter 171 - 95 The Vampire Reading the Bible_1

Chapter 171: Chapter 95 The Vampire Reading the Bible_1

A tiny elf, adorned in thin veils and emitting a faint blue light, carefully lifted a long-necked glass bottle and poured a scarlet beverage into a Bordeaux glass on the tray.

Matthew Karen’s nostrils flared slightly as he caught a tempting fragrance.

The blood of a twelve-year-old virgin, an exquisite delicacy for the nobles under the moon.

This freshman at Jiuyou Academy sat cautiously in his chair, holding a glass cup in his hands, trying to display the elegance and nobility inherent to the Karen family for his cousin.

Across from him, Sir Friedman paid no attention to his cousin’s sensitive demeanor.

Several small elves, dressed in pale blue dresses the size of a palm, gently supported one of his arms. One of the elves lifted a warm towel and delicately wiped the leftover fruit juice from his hands.

His other hand was slowly flipping through a black classic book on the desk.

A sentence inadvertently caught his eye.

"...You are the salt of the earth. But if the salt loses its saltiness, how can it be made salty again? It’s good for nothing but to be thrown out and trampled underfoot by men."

"Good for nothing." The Alpha Academy bigwig reflected on these few words.

Before Matthew’s visit, Sir Friedman was pondering over a troublesome matter.

The fool Arthur Ness’s humiliation at the hands of a few freshmen had spread through the school. His old rivals were busy sending invitations to these freshmen, waiting to enjoy the spectacle.

How to minimize the impact of this matter was indeed a headache.

Of course, the fool Arthur must have been tipped off and would be trying to elevate the status of these freshmen. However, the outcome didn’t appear to be very satisfactory.

Sir Friedman sighed and closed the Bible in his hands with a thud.

"Next month is the first university hunting party of the year. Do you have any plans?" The Duke lifted his eyelids and looked at his cousin sitting across him.

Matthew had just brought the wine glass to his lips when he heard the Duke’s question, he immediately put the glass back down.

"I planned to form my own hunting team to participate in the freshmen competition at the school hunting party." The young vampire hesitated, then added: "Of course, I will abide by any other arrangements that my cousin might have."

"Not necessary. I trust you’d perform well at the freshman hunting party." Sir Friedman’s voice was clear, his enunciation precise, and his speed unhurried: "There aren’t many young people left among the nobility under the moon who are as motivated as you... it reminds me of the Baddminton hunting party. The then young man, His Excellency Arthur Ness, who was hunting with us, and your age mate, although a short-lived kind, had an adventurous spirit that many nobles under the moon lack... I remember you chatted with him quite merrily."

With that, he gave Matthew a nod of approval.

Matthew sat upright in his chair, his hands naturally resting on the armrests, and calmly looked into the deep blue eyes across from him: "At that time, I had already received my admission letter from the first university... When His Excellency Arthur Ness spoke about the various requirements for admission to the first university, I was quite interested in this. Mr. Adam Carlyle O’Brien of the O’Brien family was also present."

"Oh?" Sir Friedman raised his hands with interest, and a few elves waiting at a distance flew in front of them, carrying a fruit plate: "Do you mean His Excellency Adam Carlyle O’Brien? I recall a few teachers mentioned this young man, who has superb talent in runes."

"Yes, Adam inherited the profound heritage of his mother’s family, the Carlyles, and possesses superior rune talents, which I believe, even the Taoist from Kunlun Mountain would be pleasantly surprised to see." Matthew, holding the lightweight glass wine cup in his hands, answered respectfully.

Speaking of Kunlun, there was a freshman this year who seemed to have inherited some skills from this sacred place and was gaining quite a bit of fame.

Sir Friedman seemed to be lost in thought as he brushed the glass in his hand absent-mindedly, his eyes fixed on the idly swirling crimson liquid.

"Are you referring to Zheng Qing?" Matthew was subtly upset; even his cousin knew about that guy.

But he immediately perked up and sat up more straight: "He is my classmate. In my opinion, he indeed has a solid foundation in runes... I heard he received several invitations because of this."

"Oh!" Sir Friedman nodded subtly: "Yes, I heard about it too."

"However, this cannot cover up the fact that he violated nine school rules immediately after enrollment." Matthew seemed to sigh with regret: "Jiuyou Academy began to rectify its teaching style at the end of last semester, and my poor classmate just happened to be caught in the crossfire. He was assigned to patrol the Lin Zhong Lake at night for a semester by the school committee."

"Oh?" Sir Friedman lifted his head with apparent interest and asked eagerly, "I remember that Jiuyou Academy dealt with three violations last semester. One of the students involved in a duel within the school was expelled... Of course, that incident was much more serious, as one of the descendants with an ancient bloodline was seriously injured during the duel."

"The punishment for Zheng Qing should be lighter, after all, they didn’t draw out their own Law book against their classmates." Matthew let out a carefully held breath and a worried expression appeared on his face:" I heard that His Excellency Arthur·Ness was also involved in that conflict, he is okay, right?"

"Don’t worry," Sir Friedman comforted: "Alpha Academy has always been very protective of its own students, especially when our students are injured... Those freshmen should really thank His Excellency Arthur. If he hadn’t refused the right to continue prosecution, the student arbitration committee would certainly have sent them a red notification letter."

"Yes, we must strictly stop this kind of behavior that hurts fellow students." Matthew was pleased to find that his views were in agreement with Friedman’s. He lowered his head and sipped from his red drink, noticing how his hands were slightly trembling in excitement.

Being able to reach an agreement on certain opinions with the future Upper House member of the Under the Moon Council and also gaining his approval brought back Matthew’s sense of pride.

This was much more significant than any invitation!

The young vampire secretly gloated in his heart.

Unconsciously, the sun outside the window leaned heavily to the west.

Sir Friedman picked up the book in his hand again, leaned to the side, and apologized to Matthew: "The windows in this room are a bit on the edge, so the lighting is not very good as the sun sets. I hope it hasn’t bothered you."

Matthew immediately stood up a bit stiffly and politely nodded: "I’ve disturbed you for so long. I’m feeling quite uneasy. If there are no further instructions, please allow me to take my leave."

The Duke too rose, placing his book on the red desk, and assured: "It’s okay. Just as I expected, conversing with you was a very pleasant thing... I’ve gained a lot."

The young servant outside seemed to have received a message and appeared at the door of the lounge just in time, with Matthew’s black coat draped over his arm.

With the rigid service of the servant, Matthew put on his coat, made his courtesies to the Duke again, and then exited the spacious lounge under the guidance of the servant.

"I hope you’re not so formal next time you come. Treat this place like Karen Castle... we have the same original blood in our bodies. This lounge is mine, and naturally, it’s yours."

Before leaving, Sir Friedman looked at his cousin warmly, his voice full of encouragement:

"In the future, whether you want to read books, conduct experiments, or climb the ladder, just use this lounge."

This made the young freshman gratefully moved shedding tears.

Not until he had left Friedman’s room did he remember why he had come to his cousin’s in the first place.

But when he thought of the sense of accomplishment he felt for being in agreement with his cousin on certain views, he suddenly felt like he didn’t need any direction.

I am a noble member of the Blood Race, and I don’t need approval from those wizards.

With a strange sense of pride in his heart, Matthew, dignifiedly walked down the hall leading to the school.

After seeing off the guest, Friedman slowly walked onto his balcony, squinting at the soft setting sun.

"If that young man from Jiuyou Academy deals with one or two reckless Wild Demons during his patrol... I suppose his fame will be even greater." The Duke seemed to be talking to himself.

Every year, there are always a few lucky yet pitiful Wild Demons causing havoc on the campus of the First University.

And there are always a few unfortunate souls being attacked by these Wild Demons.

Therefore, the feud between wizards and demons is not without reason. The Duke shook his head, sighing slightly.

"Yes, sir." The curly-haired young man with grey eyes slightly bowed, mechanically saying: "Twenty years ago, a Wild Demon once roamed into the First University; according to the school records, two new students from the Alpha Academy and Jiuyou Academy died that year."

"Poor children." Sir Friedman returned to his room sentimentally, took the book handed over by the servant, and sat back in his chair.

If a Wild Demon is caught, then Zheng Qing’s fame would increase, the previous conflict with Arthur·Ness should diminish, and his reputation should not be damaged; If not captured, a Wild Demon wouldn’t capture a wizard alive, then an injured or dead student would likely cause chaos in the school for a long time.

By that time, who would even remember poor His Excellency Ness?

"He loved us, and by his own blood, set us free from sin." Sir Friedman opened the Bible in his hand, quite satisfied with his perfect handling of the situation.