High School of Demon Hunting-Chapter 52 - Rescue_1

52: Chapter 52: Rescue_1

52 -52: Rescue_1

“Good afternoon to all students, the plane has arrived at its destination, the First University.”

“The plane is now stable, please collect your carry-on items, hold on to your pets.

When retrieving items from the overhead locker, please be careful.

For students with checked luggage, please collect your parcels at the First University Staff Committee Special Plane Baggage Collection Point.”

“Outside cabin temperature: Between minus ten and twenty degrees Celsius.

Strong winds up high about level eighteen, light winds down low level two to three.

Please be aware of the necessary protections.”

“The cabin door is now open, for your and others’ safety, please disembark in order.”

“Thank you for choosing Witch Union Moonfall Airline Company.”

“See you next journey.”

An elegant voice accompanied by soothing music repeatedly played in the cabin.

Zheng Qing slowly opened his eyes in a daze, feeling a little itch in his nose.

“Achoo!” He sneezed hard.

Li Meng’s crisp laughter came to his ears.

Poseidon was sitting on Zheng Qing’s chest, wagging his tail at the little girl as if seeking credit for something.

“You’re a fox, not a dog,” Zheng Qing murmured, rubbing the little creature’s head.

Then he furrowed his brows, feeling a strong sense of déjà vu about the word ‘dog’.

“You’re finally awake, we were hesitating if we should hand you over to the teacher.” Li Meng put her face close to Zheng Qing’s, a fragrance of a young girl came to his face: “Is your head okay?”

“It’s fine, it’s fine.” Zheng Qing turned his head away somewhat embarrassingly.

Across the aisle, Monk Shi Yuan was tidying up his scriptures; the gorgeous girl with burgundy wavy hair was pulling her plain red robe out of her Kun bag.

He looked up and saw that the cabin was filled with freshmen draping their robes over their outerwear.

“Quickly change clothes, put on the long robe,” Xiao Xiao poked his head around, examined his complexion, and nodded satisfactorily: “You look fine, so hurry up, the school gate won’t be open for too long.”

The Little Fox stepped on Zheng Qing’s belly, loudly calling in his ear.

Zheng Qing lowered his head and looked into the big black pearl-like eyes on the little creature’s back.

It was the injured green sprite.

“Why is she still on Poseidon!” Zheng Qing exclaimed in astonishment.

“Where do you want her to go?” Xiao Xiao sighed: “The flight attendant is her owner, you know.”

With that, he lowered his voice and looked around.

Zheng Qing understood what Xiao Xiao meant.

The occurrence of a vicious murder on the special plane was still a secret.

To maintain the peace of the journey, the staff onboard repeatedly urged these new students to keep silent about the matter.

This was easy to understand.

“So, does she have no place to go now?” Zheng Qing found it hard to believe: “Aren’t they employees of the plane?

The airline should take responsibility for that!”

Xiao Xiao let out a short, sharp laugh.

“In the wizarding world, sprites are not considered capable citizens.” Li meng explained very seriously: “They belong to individual wizards.”

“Belong to individual wizards?”

“To put it accurately, they are not considered personal property of wizards.

Because in modern times, this expression would incite some overly compassionate wizards to protest – using this term for a sentient creature could easily invoke the imagery of slavery.” As Xiao Xiao answered, he was putting on his own red robe: “So, in the modern Wizard’s Codex, these sprites are deemed as ‘valid individuals who establish independent contracts with wizards’.”

“So, although it’s a mouthful, what you’re saying is that these sprites only have a contractual relationship with that flight attendant.

The airline has no responsibility for them, is that right?” Zheng Qing felt heavy inside and very uncomfortable.

Li Meng was nodding her head rapidly next to him, looking at Xiao Xiao with an adoring face.

“You told me before that sprites are social creatures.” After a moment of silence, Zheng Qing started slowly: “What about her companions?”

He still remembered Xiao Xiao’s introduction about the sprites, saying they live as a group and their lives are closely tied to the wizards who cultivate them.

Each wizard has his own unique potion for cultivating sprites, and from the moment these sprites germinate from their seeds until they disappear from this world, they will live on that potion.

But now, the owner of the sprite, the flight attendant, was killed by a demon.

Without the potion, what would happen to these little creatures?

Zheng Qing was filled with sudden fear.

On Poseidon’s back, the little sprite ‘Hehe’ called out, her voice weak and trembling.

The transparent wings on her back had been carefully smoothed and smeared with ointment, clumsily drooping on either side of her body.

She clung to the long hair on Poseidon’s neck, burying herself in his white fur.

The Little Fox wrinkled its nose, cautiously flapping its ears.

“They’re still in that resting room,” Li Meng said in a soft voice: “With the flight attendant.”

Zheng Qing looked at Xiao Xiao.

“It’s not a good idea.” Xiao Xiao seemed to know what he was thinking, lowered his head and said in a muffled voice: “You can’t save them.

Even the airline cannot save them.

Without the potion, they have less than a month to live.”

“Is there really no way?” Zheng Qing murmured.

“There is.” As Xiao Xiao lifted his head, a cruel smile hung at the corner of his mouth: “The Philosopher’s Stone, the Fountain of Youth, peaches of immortality, yellow plums, the Nine Revolutions Golden Pill.

Any of these will do.”

Li Meng lifted her little leather shoe and kicked him hard a few times.

Xiao Xiao looked at Zheng Qing expressionlessly, not even brushing off the footprints on his new red robe.

Zheng Qing’s heart began to gradually sink.

Despite his limited understanding of the wizarding world, he knew the significance of the terms Xiao Xiao mentioned.

Those divine treasures from the legends, even if obtained by wizards themselves, would probably be highly cherished, too valuable to be used.

Let alone using them on these tiny sprites that did not even have full rights under the Wizard’s Codex!

Zheng Qing said nothing more, just turned and pushed through the crowd, heading for the rest room.

The restaurant was empty.

A bunch of new sprites were diligently tidying up tables, chairs and tableware.

The green light around them was still gentle and soft, and their singing of Hehe was still charming and pleasing to the ear.

The door of the rest room was half-open, unguarded.

Zheng Qing gathered his courage and pushed the door open.

In the corner, the group of sprites’ green light was dimmed.

They still circled around the body of the flight attendant.

They incessantly collected the blood that had flowed onto the ground, which was now cold and black, to feed into the mouths of the flight attendants.

Their originally clean and transparent wings were all stained with thick blood stains, and their tiny tentacles were stuck to their foreheads with coagulated blood.

A few brave sprites even used their bodies to plug the large hole in the flight attendant’s chest, massaging the woman’s icy heart whilst shouting loudly to their companions.

They were trying to save a life that had long been extinguished.

The woman propped up in the corner showed no signs of motion.

Her head was raised, her lips slightly open, and a few droplets of turbid tears hung at the corners of her closed eyes.

Zheng Qing’s nose felt a bit sour, and his eyelids were a little hot.

“She is already dead,” he said with a sniff, standing at the door, striving to speak in a normal tone.

The small sprites all looked up at him in unison, their eyes filled with confusion.

Eyes that seemed as if they had been abandoned by the world.

Zheng Qing couldn’t help it anymore, and tears gushed forth.

“Come with me!” he said aloud.

He had never felt so sure about his decision: “I’ll find a way to make you all survive!”

Not a single sprite moved.

They just turned their heads back, looking quietly and vacantly at the flight attendant slouched in the corner.

“I believe you have the wisdom”

“Just like I believe in saving a bunch of innocent lives!”

“If you want to survive, come with me.”

“Let’s strive to survive together!”

“If you refuse to go, I’ll knock you out, put you in my bag, and take you away!”

Zheng Qing bellowed, his body trembling as he roared.

The sound of utensils falling to the ground echoed through the restaurant.

Zheng Qing didn’t turn back.

He wiped his face, and raised his arm.

The sprites hesitated, then one after another, landed on his arm.

Zheng Qing turned around.

Several newfound friends were standing there.

Li Meng, her eyes red, but a radiant smile on her face.

Xiao Xiao was silently taking notes in his notebook.

Blue Bird held his sword, looking seriously at the sprites.

Monk Shi Yuan was smiling, his hands clasped in a prayer pose, quietly chanting:

“Amitabha!

Excellent, excellent!!”

“We were looking for you.

We’re about to leave the plane.

Hurry up and change your clothes,” Li Meng sniffled, hollering loudly.

Zheng Qing glanced back at the body of the woman in the corner.

A tear from the corner of her eye slid down her cheek and landed on the floor.

In the restaurant, the new sprites lined up in neat rows, landing on Zheng Qing’s forehead one by one, gently touching him with their tentacles.

At the entrance of the restaurant, several flight attendants covered their mouths, the corners of their eyes red.

They gave him a thumbs up.

The guard team, that silver-haired young captain, patted Zheng Qing on the shoulder, handing him a piece of parchment:

“Sign this.”