High School of Demon Hunting-Chapter 2389 - 610: New Year’s Eve
Zheng Qingyuan thought that breaking a blue and white ceramic would be the end of this year.
However, it turned out to be just the beginning.
During the rest of New Year’s Eve, the crisp sound of ceramics shattering kept repeating - from the sturdy wooden chair made of yellow rosewood, to the exquisite cup carved from white crystal, and then to the silver forks and spoons, all destroyed under Zheng Qing’s touch.
Witnessing the Warlock continuously crushing two chairs, breaking five cups, and bending an entire set of cutlery, even someone as slow as Su Ya realized this was definitely abnormal and couldn’t continue to say ’shattered shards bring peace.’
"I’ll pay for it."
The young cost student muttered.
Apparently, he had yet to adapt to the identity of the Owner of Qingqiu Mansion, still demanding of himself as a guest, looking at the fork stabbed into the white ceramic plate before him, he felt like crying without tears - he just wanted to eat a shrimp ball, how could it be so hard? Even the usually soft silver fork was forcibly stabbed into the hard ceramic plate by him.
Where could he argue about such things?
It was already New Year’s Eve.
The elegant long dining table in the restaurant had been removed and replaced with a round table of dark red color. The table was not large, allowing Zheng Qing, Su Shijun, and Poseidon to sit closely together and share dishes. In the center of the table, there were no flower arrangements or other decorative centerpieces, the table was packed with various dishes Zheng Qing was very familiar with — braised carp, garlic shrimp balls, beef with sauce, shredded chicken, cold lotus root and dried tofu, meatball soup, and even a small plate of dumplings — completely different from the usual meals at the Greenhill Mansion, obviously tailored to Zheng Qing’s preferences.
But he showed little appreciation and kept having incidents, making the meal chaotic.
Snap!
The crisp sound of a snap brought the boy who was initially dejected and bowing his head to lift his head again. It was Su Shijun signaling the maids to remove all the plates, cups, and bowls in front of Zheng Qing, leaving only a clean tablecloth.
"I guessed this would happen once your chair was removed," the owner of the Qingqiu Mansion calmly cut open the shrimp ball before him, skewering a piece with a fork, stuffing one into Poseidon’s mouth, and offering the other half to Zheng Qing’s lips, chuckling while reminding, "Careful, don’t bite my fork."
Without her reminder, Zheng Qing cautiously used his lips to gently pull the shrimp ball into his mouth, while subtly moving his cheeks and sighing heavily once again bowing his head.
At this moment, he was sitting cross-legged in the void, beneath him a small cloud-like cluster of magical power condensed by Su Shijun, the ultimate solution given by the witch after he crushed two hardwood chairs in succession. Besides, the cups and bowls in front of him had been removed, to drink soup or water, he needed someone else to condense it into a cluster with magic power and send it to his lips.
Zheng Qing initially thought he only needed to be careful, more careful, eating a slice of sauced meat, eating a shrimp ball should be no problem.
The result was now, that brand new dining fork was trembling slightly on the white ceramic plate.
"Chirp, chirp!"
Across the round table, the little fox in a pretty waistcoat perked its ears, rudely mocking Zheng Qing’s clumsiness, while the Warlock had no intention of retorting.
"Are you sure it’s because of that Copper Bean?" After swallowing the shrimp ball, Zheng Qing couldn’t help but look eagerly at Su Shijun, who was leisurely handling the sauced beef.
When he crushed the first blue and white ceramic plate in the morning, the witch gave her judgment, believing Zheng Qing’s physical strength was rapidly increasing beyond his mental understanding, leading to a decrease in his control over his body, resulting in consecutive incidents. Including not being injured from falling from two meters high, and surviving a frontal attack from the Flying Centipede unharmed, were the best examples.
"Besides the Raven’s bean, have you touched anything strange? Or have you seen your gentleman recently?" While speaking, the witch used chopsticks to pick up a piece of sauced meat dipped in seasoning, handing it to Zheng Qing’s mouth, along with indicating, "Ah..."
"Heh heh..." A low laugh came from the little fox across the table.
The Warlock felt a hint of shame for no reason, but in order to fill his stomach, he obediently opened his mouth and ate that slice of beef. Because according to Councillor Su’s words, when physical strength changes rapidly, the body must be kept with sufficient nutrition, to avoid insufficient energy supply leading the body to extract precious magic power internally, damaging the body’s foundation.
"There’s nothing else."
Zheng Qing quickly swallowed that slice of beef, obediently nodding. Since the celebration banquet that night, he spent almost all his time at the Greenhill Mansion, although he went to the San You Bookstore a few times, he never entered the door, naturally couldn’t talk about meeting with the gentleman: "But..."
But if it’s really because of the Raven’s bean, his body should have already grown tentacles, like the Two-headed Ogre in the Silent Forest, or the fallen Northern District Wizard in the Sakura Pub, and the Black wizard Walter recently besieged by the school and Trident Sword. The most notable feature of their mutation was a drastic change in form.
Yet now, besides increased strength, Zheng Qing’s appearance showed no abnormalities.
"But your arrector pili muscle contraction state is normal, under stress, neither little bumps nor tentacles have grown. Right." Su Shijun summarized what Zheng Qing hasn’t said yet, while picking up a piece of lotus root, handing it to the boy’s mouth, nodding slightly: "Actually, that’s also where I feel it’s strange."
Zheng Qing didn’t immediately open his mouth to bite the lotus root.
Instead, he slightly tilted his head, avoiding the chopsticks, hastily giving his own guess: "Do you think it might have to do with the Forbidden Curse? I mean, the Forbidden Spell Aura inside me destroyed the soil for those ’little bumps’ to exist?"
He could now naturally discuss topics related to the forbidden curse with the witch.
Su Shijun was silent, quietly staring at him, her hand suspended in mid-air, motionless.
The boy shrank his neck, obediently biting into the lotus root.
Then the witch’s face showed a faint smile: "Before undergoing a precise examination, no possibility can be ruled out. The likelihood of the forbidden curse is certainly big, the only issue being, according to my shallow understanding of bloodline transformation, if the forbidden curse eliminated those ’little bumps’ growth opportunities, it concurrently shut off the bloodline evolution space. In this aspect, growth and cost are positively correlated."
Zheng Qing certainly wouldn’t genuinely believe a Big wizard’s ’shallow’ was truly shallow.
"Is there any other cause?" The boy lowered his head, looking at his open fingers, then clenched, reopened, seemingly able to touch the powerful force pumping in the micro-vessels under his skin.
Su Shijun lowered the utensils, touching the nearby tall-stemmed wine glass, answered lightly: "In the Clans of the Moon, there’s a popular opinion that something able to completely suppress one bloodline can only be a superior bloodline. Perhaps your bloodline has already undergone unknown changes during contact with the Forbidden Curse, or maybe there’s some superior concept flowing in your body unknown even to you...with magic above, anything is possible...Happy New Year! Wishing you both health and everything as you wish!"
She raised her coconut milk.
Zheng Qing faced a cluster of Amber Light floating before him.
And Poseidon, with his claw, raised his juice.
Bang, splash!!
Outside the window, splendid fireworks rose from every corner of Buji Island, bursting in the night sky like gorgeous flowers, withering at this cold winter’s end, while also blooming with the ever nearer footsteps of spring.
