High School of Demon Hunting

"I really don’t know her!"

Zheng Qing defended himself somewhat anxiously, though he knew that staying seated wouldn’t help solve this trouble at all. He could only reluctantly get up while seeking understanding and support from his companions.

"Why is she looking for you if you don’t know her?"

The red-faced male wizard looked at him with disdain, cracking his knuckles and murmuring very quietly but clearly, "No guts, daring to do but not to admit."

Xin Fat Man gave him a sarcastic push as he passed, saying snidely, "I’ve read in newspapers about those serialized love stories. Many scumbags lose control after drinking, unintentionally leaving behind seeds, and a few years later, the woman shows up with a child, the unanimous excuse of the scumbags is ’I don’t know her’..."

Zheng Qing finally realized his mistake.

In such matters, seeking empathy from companions is nothing less than shooting oneself in the foot, seeking fish in a tree.

He decisively quickened his pace, arriving at the door.

"You are..."

The boy intentionally stood sideways, maintaining a sufficiently safe distance in front of the unknown witch.

"Catherine Stuart, I’m a wizard from the North District."

The witch slightly bowed her head to show respect, and simultaneously handed over a letter: "The Great Sage sent me to invite you...This is her handwritten note."

Zheng Qing sent a heavy breath from his heart.

He specially looked back before accepting the letter—called a letter, but it was actually a piece of parchment, though placed solemnly in a half-open envelope by this North District Witch.

There was only a crooked line on the parchment, indicating Korma wrote it in haste, not even bothering to address it, but judging by the breath, it was undoubtedly her handwriting:

’Follow her to the lab, Korma.’

Just these few words, lacking a beginning or an end.

Zheng Qing opened the envelope, checked inside to ensure nothing was missing.

"Did she say anything else?"

"The Great Sage said, please set off quickly." Katherine answered matter-of-factly.

Zheng Qing hesitated for several seconds, hurriedly turned around, darted to Liu Fei Fei’s side, and asked clearly, "Edge Academy is calling me for something... official business... Can I leave early?"

Liu Fei Fei blinked in confusion.

"No, no problem... It’s self-study anyway." Then she seemed to realize something, looking with a knowing smile at Jiang Yu sitting on the other side, "Hmm, student Jiang Yu has no objections, right?"

Jiang Yu’s earlobes turned slightly red.

But Li Meng boldly waved his hand: "Go ahead, go ahead, don’t interrupt our study!"

...

...

Similar to the situation when Zhang Yu led the way, even though Katherine leading today was unfamiliar with the directions of the corridors in school, Zheng Qing still couldn’t remember how many pavilions and forks they passed; they all seemed identical.

Including at the end of the path, that low ’two-column’ stone archway.

However, seeing the archway, Zheng Qing’s previously slightly tense heart instantly relaxed, feeling like a ship finally dropped anchor.

"I can only lead you to here."

The witch wore a slight apology on her face, yet Zheng Qing felt her tone seemed unwilling: "——The Great Sage should be inside, you can go directly in."

The stone pillar’s lion exhaled a rich white mist, enveloping the warlock.

Behind the mist was not a narrow corridor as Zheng Qing expected, but a not-so-big office. Korma stood at a blackboard full of magic announcements, arms crossed, pondering.

Realizing a guest arrived, she only slightly tilted her head: "——You’re here? Change your clothes over there, today we’re having a briefing meeting, then I’ll take you to visit ’Special Configuration.’"

She pointed to a small door beside her.

Changing clothes for a meeting? Zheng Qing went in with a trace of confusion.

There was a slightly open room behind the door with some wizards dressed in black robes, and some... What? Were those nude wizards? Men? Women?

Pure little wizard suddenly didn’t know where to put his eyes.

When he came back to his senses, several burly black-robed wizards silently gathered from all around, lifted Zheng Qing without consent, and swiftly stripped him of his robe.

Just like plucking a chick.

The action was swift and crisp, showing no hesitation.

The whole process was done without a wasted word.

Being caught off guard, Zheng Qing was powerless to react, only realizing his grey cloth bag, amulet, and even his robe had been taken after the fact, he called out belatedly: "——I’m here for a meeting, what are you doing?"

The cold breeze brushed past.

He felt his bottom slightly chill, growing more and more panic-stricken.

"What are you doing? What’s going on?"

He thought he had considerable strength, but under these puppets or zombies-like guys, he had little room to struggle.

Even the magic power circulating in his body seemed obscure.

"Ra...Bibi!" He shook his head vigorously, trying to wake the blue Little Dragon hanging on his ear, even risking calling its name, but once his words were out, they were silenced by a mysterious magic.

And that blue Little Dragon showed no movement, as if dead.

This sobered Zheng Qing a bit.

He realized things shouldn’t be so bad.

Or rather, was this a necessary part of the subsequent experiment? But why didn’t anyone notify him beforehand? Afraid he’d refuse? Nonsense! Anyone would refuse to be suddenly stripped naked!

The small door banged open.

Rapid clattering of high heels followed.

Accompanying it was Korma’s somewhat annoyed voice: "——What’s the noise! What’s going on, huh?"

Like a duck getting its neck pinched, she watched the lifted and exposed warlock with wide eyes, then, realizing, waved her hands repeatedly: "What are you doing? What are you doing? He’s not one of those materials, he’s voluntary! Fit person! I called him to change the battle clothes, no need for this... poof."

She finally couldn’t help but burst into laughter.

"...No need to do this."

A few minutes later, the North District Great Wise Person stood sheepishly beside the now-dressed-back-in-black-robes Zheng Qing, accompanying him with smiles, speaking quickly: "Wasn’t it during the ’Edge No.1’ experiment before, there were side effects, so for subsequent experiments, we’re using some ’heinous’ black wizards locked in Black Prison... You know, those guys are so dangerous, stripping them makes us feel safer using them..."

Speaking of ’stripping,’ she unconsciously glanced at Zheng Qing’s lower body twice.

Making the boy’s face flush red with anger.