High School of Demon Hunting
Chapter 471 - 140 Wizard’s Seed_1

Chapter 471: Chapter 140 Wizard’s Seed_1

Time always flies swiftly when you’re busy.

Especially when everyone is busy, it seems as though the whole world speeds up.

While the noise of the opening ceremony still echoes in our ears, the calendar has quietly turned two pages, marking the weekend of the seventh week of the new school term.

Unlike the peaceful Saturday mornings, the Saturdays during Moon Hunting are exceptionally lively from dawn to dusk.

The members of the Jiuyou Academy Student Union rush around the school to coordinate various demands between different hunting teams, different colleges, and even external guests; the officials of the Club Union are also standing all day in front of their respective booths, vigorously promoting their ideas, hoping to gain more sponsorship during the prime donation season; Even the Flying Garden outside Pavilion Number Three has more freshmen practicing their magic early in the morning these days.

However, Zheng Qing did not get swept up in this nationwide frenzy.

Since accidentally scaring Su Shijun’s maid on Thursday night, the public-funded student of Jiuyou Academy has been much quieter. Beyond attending classes, he spends his days buried in his magic books in his dormitory, even reducing his trips to the library significantly.

Of course, he did not explain to his roommates why he was keeping such a ’low profile’— because he was afraid that after knowing the truth, Xin Fat Man would be the first to rush up, knock him out, and drag him in front of those guests from Qingqiu to claim the reward.

Zheng Qing simply hinted that Elena had given him some ancient talismans that she needed help in interpreting.

That, of course, was not entirely a ruse.

The gypsy witches did give Zheng Qing some cryptic talismans for him to interpret. However, these talismans were so difficult that even with his solid foundation and the support of many books in the Book Mountain Library, Zheng Qing’s progress was still very slow.

Now, it was midday.

Zheng Qing was napping with his head on his desk, his arm spread over a copy of "Principles of Rune Construction" by Man Kun, and a pile of reference books related to runes in front of him, like "Ancient Talisman," "Etymology," "Complete Collection of Talisman" and so forth.

After he returned from his morning exercises at the Flying Garden, he plunged headfirst into these old papers, staring until he was dizzy. Still, he could not find any inspiration.

"Smack!"

A hand landed heavily on Zheng Qing’s arm.

The young publicly-funded student wrinkled his nose in his half-asleep state, vaguely catching a whiff of smoke.

"Is something on fire?" he muttered, unwilling to move at all.

"The ’Heart Purifying Talisman,’ you asked me to give you one every half an hour." The voice of Xiao Xiao sounded in his ear, but it felt as though it was coming from miles away, seeming indistinct and unreal: "...Interpreting ancient talisman takes a toll on your spirit... you have patrol duty tonight... if you continue like this, aren’t you afraid that you’ll fall asleep during the patrol and fall into the lake?"

Ancient talisman...

Patrol tonight...

Falling asleep...

Zheng Qing finally grasped a shred of clarity amidst the chaos, struggling to open one eye.

Not far from his line of sight, a pale yellow talisman paper was slowly emitting blue smoke on top of his arm. Through the smoke, Xiao Xiao was seen working on his notebook at the desk opposite, engrossed in writing his never-ending notes.

The curtains to the balcony were half-drawn, and the autumn sun shone through the window, casting a lazy atmosphere throughout the room. The orange cat, Tuan Tuan, rolled up into a ball, napping in the sunlight. The little sprites scattered around its body, seemingly asleep as well.

The dormitory was silent.

Except for the rustling sound of Xiao Xiao’s quill as he wrote, the only other sound was the faint snoring from Tuan Tuan.

The young scholarship student took a deep breath, forcefully rubbed his face, and sat up with a jerk.

This sudden movement made the desk creak. Tuan Tuan’s snoring stopped abruptly, and it shook its whiskers, swung its tail, and bared its teeth threateningly at the corners of its mouth.

"Where are they? Haven’t they come back yet?" Zheng Qing apologized to the fat cat as he petted it, and then turned his head to look at Dr. Xiao.

"You really should take a good rest now." Xiao Xiao finally stopped his work, looked up and cast a glance at Zheng Qing.

Then he took off his glasses, rubbed his eye sockets, yawned and lazily said, "...you asked the same question an hour ago when you were awakened by the ’Heart Purifying Talisman’..."

"Dylan came back at eight in the morning and is probably having sweet dreams in his coffin now."

"As for Xin Fat Man, he left at nine in the morning and hasn’t come back yet.....he didn’t even send a paper crane."

As he said this, Xiao Xiao checked his timer, looked at the time, and complained, "I even asked him to help bring lunch... From the look of it, I’m afraid we’re going to be hungry for a while..."

Speak of the devil, and he appears.

A rapid flurry of footsteps suddenly came from outside the door.

The copper mirror hanging from the ceiling shivered violently, casting a yellow halo at the entrance.

The dormitory door was flung open extensively.

"Eh ehh, be gentle." Zheng Qing stretched his arm, turned his head around reluctantly, and complained, "You’re going to bring the house down!"

At the same time, an angry chirp came from Tuantuan on the desk, followed by the elves’ messy ’Hehe’ sounds.

"Mist grass!" Xin Fat Man’s indignant voice came from the doorway, "It’s been so long since the sand hourworm incident, when are you guys going to take this damn mirror down!"

He had once again been dazzled by that copper mirror.

"When I was installing the mirror, you were praising it as ’the most sensitive artifact in the world.’" A gloomy voice came from Dylan’s tent - after all, being woken from sleep is a very unpleasant experience.

The Fat Man chuckles awkwardly, then quickly changed the subject.

"Ding ding ding ding!" The Fat Man, like showcasing a treasure, lifted a small paper package from behind him, held it high, and exclaimed, "Look what this is?!"

"Is it lunch?" Xiao Xiao perked up, "I was hungry a while ago..."

The smile on Fat Man’s face melted as quickly as spring snow.

He scratched the back of his head awkwardly, glancing at the two wizards eagerly awaiting food in front of the desk, chuckled and said, "Ha, that, I forgot... I think you can send the sprites to buy lunch..."

"What a fantastic idea." Xiao Xiao hummed.

The green sprites, lacking magical abilities, are not suitable for tasks too far away from their hosts. For example, going out to buy food, as they are easily robbed by crows or squirrels passing by.

"You can always eat later... I have something more exciting here than eating!" Xin Fat Man opened his palm and stretched it to the center of the desk, showcasing his ’treasure’.

Suppressing his breath, Zheng Qing tried his best to ignore the Fat Man’s strong body odor and squinted at his palm.

Fat Man opened the little paper packet; two things that looked like peanuts lay in his palm.

"What is this?" The scholarship student blinked.

Xiao Xiao remained engrossed in his notebook, Dylan hid behind his tent, and it seemed he was asleep again. Both of them ignored Fat Man.

"Seeds!" Xin Fat Man carefully mouthed, a mysterious smile on his face.

"Seeds?" Zheng Qing glanced at him blankly and twitched his mouth, "I know they’re seeds, but what I don’t know is what kind of seeds they are... What are these seeds for? Are you planning on growing herbs in the dorm?"

"Seeds?" Xiao Xiao adjusted his glasses and looked up.

"...I also seem to hear someone talking about ’seeds’." Dylan’s yawning voice came from inside his tent, and soon the sound of him moving the tent flap was heard.

"Seeds, are that attractive?" Zheng Qing, puzzledly played with the two peanut-like things in Fat Man’s palm, and repeated his question, "What kind of seeds are these..."

"Seeds are seeds." Xiao Xiao, who had quietly floated over at some point, answered in a low voice.

"They are the types of seeds that can bloom and grow grass." Dylan also poked his head out from behind the tent.

Zheng Qing squinted and glanced at the three of them in turn, and asked in a curious tone, "Excuse me, can anyone tell me what kind of flowers and grass will grow from this seed?"

"Morning Glory and Projection Grass." Dr. Xiao finally took pity and revealed the answer to the eager scholarship student, "It’s a very ancient magic that can condense images and sounds into seeds, allowing wizards to relive past moments..."

Zheng Qing suddenly understood.

Xin Fat Man chuckled, squeezed past the desk, and fetched a small porcelain flower pot from the balcony.