High School of Demon Hunting-Chapter 76 - Two Dialogues_1
76: Chapter 76 Two Dialogues_1
76 -76 Two Dialogues_1
This is an utterly simple room.
Red is the primary color scheme of the room.
A dark red carpet stretches from the doorway to the windowsill.
Only a bookcase, a desk, and three leather armchairs are arranged on the carpet.
The massive redwood bookcase takes up one entire wall; within the transparent glass cabinet, thick volumes of books are carefully stacked like an awaiting troop of soldiers.
A figure with a pompadour hairstyle is sitting behind a date-red desk, puffing a smoking pipe.
Light blue smoke wafts up from the pipe, forming a heavy cloud on the roof.
The desk is littered with disarrayed documents.
The owner of the room, squinting and frowning, is flipping through the papers, creating a rustling noise.
“Thump… thump… thump…”
A rhythmic knock echoes through the room.
“Come in.”
The owner of the room removes the pipe from his mouth, taps it on the edge of the desk, and instructs with a hoarse voice.
The door silently opens.
A tall figure steps into the room.
He is dressed in loose black robes; the high collar stands upright partially concealing his face.
His snow-white hair forms a stark contrast with his smooth forehead.
The visitor glances at the smoke that clouds the ceiling, frowns, and opens the law book in his hand.
“Exterminate the smoke!”
A gentle voice calls out.
A gust of wind swirls from the void, driving the smoke from the ceiling out of the room.
“Professor Emma has reminded you many times to smoke less.” fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm
“You’re late.” The owner of the room raps the desk, responding in an even more dissatisfied tone: “There’s a pile of work waiting to be handled in school; you have made me wait an extra half an hour here.”
“There has been a new development.” The white-haired guest murmured.
“There’s always been development, hasn’t there?
Is there anything in this world that really halts in progression?”
“Nikita and Thomas are lovers.”
“That’s not a secret.” The owner of the room responded dryly.
“Thomas had discovered vulnerability in the private jet a long time ago, and he only told Nikita about this.”
The room falls into a lengthy silence.
“This is a very serious accusation.” The owner takes a deep puff from his pipe, the red tobacco shimmering in the white fog.
“We didn’t intend to accuse anyone.” The white-haired guest spoke calmly as ever: “In fact, it was Thomas who told us about this.”
“Where is he?”
“In the North Sea.
For reasons, Thomas has always been able to track Nikita.
He discovered that Nikita had boarded the Mist Ship twice, therefore…”
“Thomas reported this only after the situation got completely out of hand?!” The owner of the room roared, rudely interrupting the guest’s explanation: “Where did you get such audacity from?!
How dare you?!”
“You just started dealing with the demons yesterday?
Don’t you already know the situation with Nikita?!”
“That little fellow who escaped from Silent Forest was taken away by Nikita, did you know that?!”
“The little one’s Life Lamp went out on his very first day aboard the Mist Ship!
Did you know that?!”
“Do you think your cover-up can save anyone?”
“Is it for Nikita?
Or Zhou Zhou?!”
“This is dereliction of duty!!”
“This is murder!!”
“You’ve all greatly disappointed me!!”
The white-haired guest remains silent.
In the room, the only sound left is the heavy gasps from the owner.
It takes quite a while.
Smoke gently floats from the pipe once more, beginning to accumulate slowly under the ceiling.
The guest stands quietly in the smoke, using no spells to dissipate the suffocating gas.
After a long silence, the owner speaks again; his voice is somewhat hoarse, but his tone has calmed down:
“How much do you reckon those demon spawns know?”
“Not much,” the visitor carefully contemplated, then slowly replied, “The information Zhou Zhou and her mother can access is limited.
Any demon art that erodes memory will lose a lot of information.
Thomas thinks that Nikita trying to sneak into the special plane only indicates that they have noticed some clues.
This means that they’re still hesitating.”
“That little demon from the Mist never hesitates, not to mention that brute from the Iceberg.
If they take action, it means they’re already getting restless.
Unless they knock each other’s brains out, there’s no getting past this round.” The man of the house exhaled a thick cloud of smoke, his tone depicted a certain helplessness, “Send a message asking that scamp Thomas to roll back home as quickly as possible.
He hangs around the North Sea every day, better be careful not to let those demon spawns take advantage of him.”
The visitor silently nodded.
“What about Shi Hui?”
“Vice Principal Shi is the rotating warden of the Black Prison this month.” The visitor cautiously reminded, “Last week, you signed and approved the Professors’ joint meeting regarding this academic year’s duty schedule.”
“Did I now?” The man rubbed his shiny, bald head, and gave an embarrassed giggle, “I’ve had so much on my plate, God knows where that impossibly old headmaster has disappeared to, leaves a whole mess behind, makes one rip one’s hair out, haha.”
The grey-haired young visitor tucked his head deeper into his collar, a hint of resignation in his eyes.
He wished he could disappear from the office at that moment.
After all, he was not the headmaster of Jiuyou Academy.
…
Meanwhile.
A little female monster from the North Sea was also trying hard to reduce her own presence.
She eagerly hoped that the four terrifying big monsters before her would completely disregard her existence.
But her wish was doomed to be unfulfilled.
The North Sea in late summer to early autumn, the cold wind was not that strong yet.
The soy sauce-blue sea surface was like a huge piece of frosted glass, turbid, calm, without any ripples.
The four big sea monsters sat facing each other.
Not far behind them, four legendary battleships were moored in the north wind, silent and still.
It was the second time in a short period that the big sea monsters had met.
If the Wizards’ Alliance had known about it, they might have been so frightened to instantly go into full combat readiness.
Nikita maliciously speculated about the reactions of the wizards, trying hard to divert her own attention.
She no longer felt the excitement of meeting the four big sea monsters for the first time.
Only fear and anxiety remained from the bottom of her heart.
Three heavy gazes fell atop of her head.
The little monster was absolutely certain that, without the figure of the Mist Captain in front of her, she would definitely be torn to shreds by theses gazes.
A fish leapt out of the sea.
Then it dropped heavily on the calm surface of water, scatters into a splatter.
The Iceberg Captain’s small, blood-red eyes swept over the fish, again landing on the Mist Captain.
It gave a low roar.
“We all heard about the matter of the First Major Academy’s special plane.” The voice of Vortex Captain remains piercingly sharp, so were his remarks, “To let a juvenile handle such a dangerous task, Mist, you really haven’t matured!
Now that things are messed up, alerting those wizards, someone has to take responsibility!”
Nikita hid behind the captain, trembling slightly.
She closed her eyes in terror, for fear of hearing some terrible remarks.
The smile was gone from the Mist Captain’s face.
He coldly watched the few colleagues in front of him, his voice still soft though, “Although my crew didn’t get into the First Major Academy, they still managed to probe.”
The other captains looked curious.
“According to the convention, a student flight needs three to five full-time professors to randomly guard.
But based on actual responses, there are only a few mediocre teaching assistants on the plane.” The corners of Mist Captain’s mouth curled up slightly; he seemed to be in a good mood, “From a certain perspective, this means that the First Major Academy is understaffed.”
“But that doesn’t mean the old thing has already left the school!” The Vortex Captain screamed.
“That’s why we need to keep probing,” the Mist Captain added placidly, looking at the others, “The next question is, who’s going to be the second?”
Iceberg Captain lazily shook his bulky body, lifting his claw to scratch his chin.
Vortex Captain pulled at the seaweed hanging on him, took off his shoes and knocked a shell out of them.
The Poseidon Captain sat cross-legged, holding a gigantic wine gourd in his hand, gulping wine into his mouth.
Hearing the suggestion of the Mist Captain, he put down his wine gourd, wiped the wine from his beard, and laughed out loud, “I’ve already begun my probe.”
Mist Captain raised his eyebrows.
“Thanks to your little witch demon causing a commotion on the plane, my man is already into the academy now.”
