High School of Demon Hunting-Chapter 389 - 58 Cheers to Darawesili!_1

The Absolution Knight Group’s third full meeting lasted a long time on Thursday night.

Given the imminent official establishment of the club, the topics of discussion gradually deviated from the direction set by the moderator, constantly expanding and extending.

The scope of the group members’ discussion ranged from how to participate in the school’s Moon Hunting activity, slowly extending to whether a dedicated hunting team should be set up, then to the selection of the hunting team manager, whether to attract sponsorship from Beta Town, and which is more cost-effective between the cheerleading teams of Flower Spirits and Sirens.

In the end, the range of discussion even began to include whether to order the same cloak uniforms, where to customize the knight group’s badges, whether other students need to be invited to join and so on.

The unsuccessful clarification announcement before the meeting did not affect the mood of the knight group’s lord —— of course, he initially seemed rather moody —— He listed the club’s agenda for the near month with his neat small letters on a large piece of silk paper, then divided the labor and cooperated with everyone present, each receiving their respective tasks.

There was no reward, of course.

In the eyes of the stingy group leader, not charging these full-time workers for team-building fees is already a very merciful thing. If anyone dared to ask for a payoff, it would simply be ’inhuman’.

"The fruit, the barbecue, the Green Bee, and the Amber Light are all up for grabs tonight!" The gentlemanly group leader encouraged everyone to have a drink, "Who can take on another task... in charge of submitting weekly reports to the Club Union?"

Zhang Ji Xin turned his head and lifted up Xiao Xiao’s soft arm.

"I’m taking the job on behalf of the doctor!" he yelled.

"Good!" Zheng Qing slapped the table hard: "Let’s cheer!"

A chaos of cheers rang out in the dormitory.

"This is the power of friendship and passion!" The lord of the knight group shouted with a flushed face at the end of the meeting: "Internazionale will definitely come true!"

Then, he picked up the Amber Light in his cup and yelled with a hoarse voice, "Darawesili, cheers!"

"For friendship!" Xin Fat Man screamed.

"For passion!" Zhang Ji Xin’s face turned black with redness.

"For faith!" Dylan was waving his arms, shouting and screaming, the two exquisite cuff links on his sleeves had long disappeared.

"...Cheers!" Lin Guo looked at the water in his own cup somewhat disheartenedly, then turned his head to look at Xiao Xiao: "What is the ’bear bear’ the group leader talked about?"

"Bear bear?" Xiao Xiao’s smile froze on his face, he was stunned, paused then replied in a dry voice: "Oh, it’s a magical creature reared by the Inuit, made from a polar bear... it’s rare... very rare..."

"You’re amazing!" The young wizard looked at the doctor with admiration: "When can I be as excellent as you..."

"When you’re drunk too." Xiao Xiao murmured quietly, then suddenly started to laugh foolishly.

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The party went on till late at night.

Zheng Qing didn’t even remember how much they had drunk —— It was incredibly cheap to buy these living supplies with his gold card at the Wandering Bar —— until Friday morning when he woke up, the throbbing of a hangover still troubled the entire member of the 403 dormitory.

Yes, every member.

Dylan didn’t eventually leave the dormitory. Maybe the wildness in his werewolf bloodline had infected him. The nobleman under the influence of alcohol looked especially generous, so that when the little elves were cleaning, they had to call the fat cat to help move the Occlusive Mr. Wolfman into his coffin.

"I just want to know, did you take any pictures last night?" In Friday morning’s alchemy class, Zheng Qing asked a few guys on the side desperately trying to prop his eyelids up: "I sort of forgotten how Blue Bird looks when he’s drunk..."

Xiao Xiao’s face was deathly pale, and his lips were pale too, as if there was a layer of powder on it. freewёbnoνel.com

He pursed his lips tightly, shook his head, and didn’t say a word.

Xin Fat Man was worse off than him.

From the moment he entered the classroom to the official start of class, he had always been lying on his desk, motionless.

If it weren’t for the slight rise and fall of his shoulders, one would almost think he had dropped dead in the classroom.

It was just that Professor Tesla allowed his postgraduate students to attend class with a rather relaxed discipline in alchemy. If Xin Fat Man dared to have that attitude in any other professor’s class, he’d have been straightened out by those old boys long ago.

"Blue Bird didn’t drink, he, along with Monk Shi Yuan, and Lin Guo only had water," Zhang Ji Xin replied, turning his head around.

Zheng Qing looked enviously at the red-faced boy, surprised that he didn’t mind the other three guys’ lack of companionship.

Of all the hung-over people, perhaps only Zhang Ji Xin was in a relatively normal state today. He wondered if it was because those with a red face could genuinely drink.

Time passed rapidly in languor.

With the blink of an eye, a day had unknowingly passed.

After a day of uninterrupted napping, Zheng Qing’s mental state finally peaked before going to bed that night.

"There won’t be a problem," he sat in his own tent, clutching the ampoule bottle of a transformation potion, psyching himself, "Break it, stir it, gulp it down, tomorrow will be a good...good life!"

He shook his head vigorously, trying to shake off all kinds of bizarre insects, soft-bodied animals, and abnormal creatures in his mind.

"Stay calm...inner peace...breathe lightly..." Zheng Qing sat cross-legged, pulled out seven or eight Calm Heart Talismans from his grey cloth bag, and rapidly spread them out on his bed without even blinking.

He was about to transform; he had to be cautious.

After two days of intensive study in the library, he knew that the inner world during transformation greatly influenced the host’s final form. It was mentioned several times in the thick transformation references that an old wizard in Namibia inadvertently watched a health education film from an island nation before transforming, and his mind was greatly shocked, so he ultimately turned into a caterpillar.

Although becoming an insect was very rare and unusual.

But Zheng Qing did not want that sort of achievement.

He could not imagine how a creature without a complete nerve system could accommodate his ’large and abundant’ soul.

"Pop!"

The top of the ampoule bottle was broken off by Zheng Qing.

The young scholarship student took a cup of warm milk from the elf’s hand and poured the potion into it.

Only when the last remaining drop disappeared did Zheng Qing lay down his somewhat sore arm, take a glass rod, and stir patiently.

"What are you doing?" Xin Fat Man asked from outside the tent with a bit of confusion.

"Oh, just drinking some milk...it helps after a hangover," Zheng Qing lied with a poker face.

He didn’t tell his roommates that he planned to transform that night.

Although according to the professor and the information, modern transformation is not seen as a dangerous spell. But the wizard’s curiosity is endless.

Zheng Qing couldn’t stop others from staying awake all night, watching his body’s bone-melting, flesh-reforming process.

That kind of scene made people shudder just thinking about it.

"I must have a good dream." The young scholarship student mumbled to himself, picked up the warm milk in the cup, and drained it in one gulp.

Then he rinsed his mouth and dove straight into his bed.

"Have a good dream." He chanted softly, clutching a Tarot card of a dull color in his hand.

A Knight of Wands card.

This was the blessing that Elena gave him a long time ago. Although the blessing on it was nearly exhausted, Zheng Qing always firmly stuffed it under his pillow.

Maybe this persistence worked a little.

He quickly fell into a dream.