High School of Demon Hunting

Chapter 2894: Chapter 1113: The Qualifications of a Judge

The sun has set and risen three times.

Every day, the giant firebird still appears in the sky following Venus.

Thus, everyone knows that the sun of Buji Island has not been retrieved by the First University yet.

From the ocean to the Land of Desolation, from Danghag to the New World, the undercurrents surging within and outside the Alliance are like the prelude to the black tide emanating from the Silent Forest every early spring—quiet and silent, yet everyone is aware of their rolling and gathering in the dark, waiting for the moment to merge together and roar at everything they can see.

The young wizards in the school still lack enough sensitivity to such changes.

What they are most worried about now is the upcoming final exams—it is already the seventeenth week of the semester, and in another week, no, in another four days, the 09-10 academic year second-semester final exams are about to officially begin.

Including Zheng Qing.

The ’Crow’s Dilemma’ that had been a block in his chest was answered in an almost uninteresting way. The imagined excitement and thrill lasted less than a day, and the ensuing emptiness and unease instantly swallowed up the young man who was about to step out of the First University.

"—Finally, I can peacefully prepare for the graduation exam!"

This was Xiao Xiao’s first reaction upon hearing the first-hand confidential information Zheng Qing brought back: "Now you have no reason to say the Crow is interfering with your study... hmm, although you don’t have much time left for studying anyway."

In contrast, Xin Fat Man’s reaction after knowing the truth was even more intense.

"Damn it!"

Upon learning about Professor Montreya’s identity, the Fat Wizard immediately threw the feather pen in his hand onto the desk, glaring angrily at Zheng Qing: "—Can’t you bring back some news I can publish? Last time it was that monster running around at night, this time it’s the revival of the Crow Organization, with the leading big Crow at a level comparable to the school’s vice dean, a Big Wizard! News that can’t be published is as good as no news at all!"

Though Zheng Qing bore this nameless anger, he knew that the Fat Man’s fury had nothing to do with him: "Hmm, that monster running around at night last time, that piece of news was retrieved by you yourself, nothing to do with me."

He didn’t feel nervous at all.

"—This means that your level has improved."

Classmate Dylan comforted the Fat Wizard this way: "Think about it a year ago, the amazing articles you penned, whether they were about the Northern District Wizards or the tips for maintaining a feather pen, were in essence trivial, peripheral news... now you have touched upon the most core, obscure secrets of the Wizard World, you should feel happy. This is a compromise and transition that every small journalist needs to learn on their way to becoming an editor-in-chief."

Whether Xin Fat Man is willing to accept such a transition, Zheng Qing does not know.

But he knows that due to the lack of media hype, Professor Montreya’s ’departure’ did not stir any waves in the First University—no one liked that ordinarily gloomy and stern Magic Language professor; in comparison, Miss Elizabeth, who took over the classes temporarily, brought more laughter in one session than Professor Montreya did in a whole semester.

Outside the school, perhaps some senior wizards in the Alliance knew that something happened to Professor Montreya—just looking at the few hunting teams sent by the First University to the Montreya Family was enough to know that the trouble caused by the would-be vice dean of the Edge Academy was not small.

But that’s all.

Whether it was ordinary corruption or collusion with outside wizards to sell the school’s interests, or conducting unauthorized magic experiments, outsiders could only speculate to a limited extent.

This higher-level ’cooling down’ measure further diminished the impact of Professor Montreya’s defection.

Relatively speaking, the missing sun on Buji Island, in turn, grabbed more attention from the big and small wizards inside and outside the school. After all, the sun hangs there in the sky, visible to everyone every day.

The key to the High-level Magic Rune and Bloodline Research Laboratory was not returned to Zheng Qing until the third day.

"—Now the laboratory is yours."

Professor Yi said this as he slipped the golden copper coin key into the young man’s hand: "The risky research materials, experimental reports, and specimens in the laboratory, we have further secured and handled... they will be returned to you at a more appropriate time. I believe this won’t be too late."

Regarding the professor’s somewhat meaningful final statement, Zheng Qing merely regarded it as a polite perfunctory remark, not paying much attention. In contrast, hearing that there was suddenly a laboratory under his name surprised him more.

"Assigned to me? That laboratory?" he pointed to his own nose, feeling there was something absurd about it: "—Aren’t these laboratories supposed to belong to the school?"

"Theoretically, yes."

Professor Yi leaned back, interlocking his fingers and placing them on the desk, deliberating, "But retrieving the laboratory assumes it has no owner... and in the current situation, the school hasn’t stripped Professor Montreya of various identities, meaning he is still the owner of the laboratory, which also means that his entrusted caretaker, that is you, is the legitimate heir to that laboratory. Of course, this situation is very subtle, and the reason the school agreed so quickly for you to inherit the laboratory is more because you’re about to graduate, and ultimately need a place to go—taking over that laboratory is just a beginning."

Zheng Qing feels these professors are becoming increasingly casual when talking to him.

As if assuming he knows everything and will accept everything.

"—Your words imply as if my graduation exams are done, and I’ve passed all the scores." The young assistant mumbled softly.

The Divination professor smiled faintly: "Although I did not foresee the eclipse a few days ago, I am confident in matters of student scores."

"Why hasn’t the school stripped Professor Montreya of those identities?" Zheng Qing was a bit concerned about this: "The things he organized and led the Crow to do are so terrible..."

"Has any student suffered unforgivable harm?" Professor Yi interrupted the young man’s words, rather coldly questioning.

"What?" Zheng Qing was stunned for a moment.

Indeed, from start to finish, the most serious actions those crows did were enlisting a few Northern District lunatics—many old-school wizards still haven’t accepted the Northern District people’s true wizard identity—and as for the dead ogres, goblins, or even horse-men in the Silent Forest, they were even less significant.

"This indicates that Professor Montreya did not fall but is a radical wizard with strict conduct lines."

The professor carefully gave an answer that left Zheng Qing dumbfounded, looking very seriously at him: "The First University was originally a university created to bridge the split in the Wizard World. Standing at a certain height, you need to tolerate both the extreme Radical Group and the extremely conservative factions. Perhaps what they do is completely unacceptable to you, but the ’World’ is like that; it’s a sufficiently large and sufficiently complex chaotic system. It’s not a Forbidden Curse converged by a single rule, but countless choices extending in all directions from the coordinate axis. To emphasize, I am not saying that what Professor Montreya did was right, just that as one of the ’factions’ within the school, we’re not qualified to judge wizards of other ’factions’... that is the duty of the principals."