High School of Demon Hunting

Chapter 583 - 252 Scared to Death_1

Chapter 583: Chapter 252 Scared to Death_1Baoyangzi was the last wizard to emerge from the accident scene.

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But Su Shijun seemed to be somewhat unconvinced.

"A first-generation Forbidden Curse requires forty or fifty grand wizards to work together, how about the second generation? Ten people? Five people?... What about the third generation?" She looked at Baoyangzi with a mocking gaze and sneered, "Though the Under the Moon Council doesn’t master the Forbidden Curse, it doesn’t mean we know nothing about it. Or should I say, has the First University made no progress in Forbidden Curse research in these decades?"

A trace of embarrassment appeared on Baoyangzi’s face instantly.

"I’ve warned you not to play these little tricks." Old Yao stuffed his pipe into his mouth, casting a glance at his old friend, "Young people these days are quite formidable... not as naive as we were."

"If you don’t think ’a certain shadow’ released the Forbidden Curse, then what do you think caused the accident tonight?" Su Shijun didn’t give up the topic easily but continued to stare at Baoyangzi, "Or do you think, we caused this incident ourselves?"

"The equipment in this lab cannot support high-level dimensional wave experiments." Baoyangzi answered dryly, "I agree with your second conjecture."

Su Shijun snorted coldly and finally gave up the further questioning.

Professor Yao immediately seized the opportunity to switch the topic.

"You gathered those ’things’ pretty quickly just now... if you can deal with the trouble so easily, why waste so much time." The professor, biting his pipe and puffing out a few thick wisps of smoke in discontent, complained, "Time is very precious now, there are so many troubles in the school, can’t you be a little bit diligent?"

"I am diligently recording data, that’s why I’m here." Master Baoyangzi also shrugged off his previous embarrassment. He patted the heavy law book in his bosom and said as a matter of course, "Do you think it’s easy to apply for high-intensity dimensional wave experiments? It would probably take half a year to submit the application materials to the Wizard Alliance alone... not to mention today’s special incident, many unique data from it could not even be replicated through repeated experiments."

"That intensity?!" Su Shijun scoffed, "It didn’t even erase a whole building, how could it have any intensity to speak of!"

"I thought you were on the scene and should have a deep understanding." Master Baoyangzi stroked his white beard, shaking his head, "This is not a Forbidden Curse from our world... it’s a Forbidden Curse from a two-dimensional world, or say cataclysm. Think about how many two-dimensional worlds it destroyed! Just the remnants alone could cause such damage to the high-dimensional world...do you still think the intensity of this magic is low?"

His words caused a sudden silence all around. Everyone’s eyes instinctively focused on that building.

The lab building, which was previously melting and distorting in the red light, miraculously slowly returned to its original shape with the fading of the red light, as if there had been no accident at all— the yellowed silver curtains were still fluttering faintly in the wooden windows, the obsidian wall bricks were still quaint and thick, even the tiny moss at the corner of the wall was still fresh and green as ever.

The oppressive atmosphere did not last long.

A hoarse, sharp voice broke the silence in the room, crying out:

"Scared the bird to death!"

A green Andean parakeet screeched, flapping its wings, flying back and forth over everyone’s heads, shedding feathers, making a continuous racket:

"Bird almost thought it wouldn’t make it back! Bird is going to find three elderly ancestors for justice! This is child labour abuse! This is suspected of unreported bird body experiments! When If Foolish Old Man called bird to stand in front, he never mentioned this kind of risk! Bird wants a raise! Wants hazard pay! Wants emotional distress compensation!!"

"Alright, alright..." Old Yao, smoking his pipe, waved repeatedly at the parakeet fluttering in mid-air, signaling for it to come down, all the while saying with a gentle smile: "The raise is coming right away! The hazard pay will be distributed right away! And there should be a promotion for you. As for the emotional compensation... Zhang Yu, communicate with the campus management legal department to see if we have any suitable compensation measures for it."

The professor turned his head to look at the teaching assistant next to him.

"Alright." The white-haired young teaching assistant nodded and responded simply.

"Is the dean joking?" Thomas, listening to this conversation, looked incredulous. He leaned towards his colleague and asked in a whisper: "You’re not really going to discuss this with the legal department, are you?! Are you going to spoil a bird that much?!"

"Of course we have to go." Zhang Yu glanced at him and emphasized: "Not only do we need to go, but we also need to publicize the communication process and handling results in the campus newspaper..."

"Isn’t this over-reacting a bit!" Thomas still found it hard to understand: "With so many troubles from this accident, why would you want to waste your energy on this little thing?"

"Little thing? There are no little things in this world, only things that affect your personal interests or not, and whether or not you take it seriously." Zhang Yu shook his head slightly, hinting: "Look at those researchers."

"I know you make a good soup...but I’ve had enough." Thomas had had enough of his companion’s meaningful warnings. He shrugged off the comment and muttered quietly, turning to look at the researchers who had just escaped from the scene of the accident at the prompting of Zhang Yu.

Although they were all registered wizards, the long-term laboratory work had clearly depressed these researchers somewhat, so after escaping from the dangerous situation, they seemed a bit neurotic.

"After the accident, the most crucial thing is recovery - recovering the laboratory, the work, the normality. And the crux of recovery lies in them." Zhang Yu lips moved slightly and his voice was as soft as a whisper: "Compared to convoluted mental counseling and magic, treating a demanding parakeet well can more easily help them build confidence...If the school is this indulgent toward a bird, then what about experienced senior researchers?"

"Of course, this is just a small trick...It’s just in passing, nothing big."

Thomas’ eyelids drooped, sighing: "I thought I knew enough about this complex society...I suppose I am still a rookie after all."

Not far away, Professor Yao, who was chatting with Master Su Shijun and Baoyangzi was seemingly amused by Thomas’ sigh, his mouth curved up, his wrinkles deepening.

The parakeet, having just got a raise and promotion and received emotional distress compensation, was proudly standing on Old Yao’s shoulder, holding its head high and puffing out its chest. It looked around arrogantly, as if the entire world was under its feet.