High School of Demon Hunting

Chapter 1105 - 167 How to Dissolve the Fat Man’s Appetite

Chapter 1105: Chapter 167 How to Dissolve the Fat Man’s AppetiteConstrained by time, Zheng Qing’s trip to the Silent Forest with the two witches lasted only one morning before coming to an end.

Because today was Saturday, Zheng Qing needed to assist in Professor Montreya’s laboratory in the afternoon and report to the School Works Committee at dusk to participate in the night patrol work at Lin Zhong Lake. This was his punishment for leaving the team on his own during the last Ban Magic Festival—Zheng Qing felt that in the more than half a year he had been at school, the place he was most familiar with wasn’t the library or the study room, but Lin Zhong Lake at night.

The dances, adventures, patrols, and so on—he had left too many memories beside this great lake.

Of course, for Elena or Sister Korma, the one who accompanied them in the Silent Forest today wasn’t Zheng Qing, but a mysterious talking black cat.

As for the results of the morning’s

"’Again’ what does that mean?! I applied for work-study!" Xiao Xiao said, pulling a face, his tone growing more unpleasant: "If I remember correctly, you even signed as a reference on the application form."

"Oh, oh," Red-faced Male Wizard pretended to recall, "I just thought, after our little shop opened and started to distribute some dividends, you wouldn’t need that job anymore... What’s wrong with the bees at the Hundred Herb Gardens?"

Since he had a vague memory of the application form mentioned by Xiao Xiao and wanted to avoid further embarrassment, he swiftly sidestepped that pitfall and steered the conversation back to the issue Xin Fat Man had brought up.

"They’re gone," Xiao Xiao said nonchalantly as he swept the fish heads on the table into a paper bag, grunting, "No live bees seen, no dead bodies found. Recently, it’s the critical season for many plants to flower and pollinate, so it’s caused a bit of a stir."

"It’s like that time in Beta Town when they had the Dark Tide, and there were never enough suitable Hunters," Zhang Ji Xin nodded knowingly, using an inappropriate analogy—although he still didn’t think the disappearance of a few small bees could make much of a fuss.

Zheng Qing suddenly burst into a foolish laugh.

"What are you laughing at?" The rest of the warlocks turned to look at him in unison.

"I was just reminded of a passage I heard before, after hearing the Elder’s analogy just now... ’Often, a delicate analogy can alleviate awkwardness and create a more appropriate conversation atmosphere.’"

"Like in the epic ’Dragon Mother and Cold Ghost,’ where the little demon talked about private matters in a large gathering using a lively analogy, as if telling a story."

"’I pulled out the eel from my trousers in front of a pot of turtle soup, I furiously rubbed the one-eyed snake, peeled its banana skin, making this bald guy cry his eyes out. His tears and snot dripped into the soup, and it was Cersei’s pot. I hope she didn’t waste it in the end...’"

Listening to this, Zhang Ji Xin also revealed a vulgar, knowing smile.

"HOLY... SHIT!" Xin Fat Man pushed away the terrapin soup in front of him with a disgusted face, glaring angrily at the scholarship student: "I don’t know about alleviating awkwardness, but you succeeded in making me lose my appetite... You’re really great!"