Abnormal Moon

"It was expected that you would send someone to find me, and of course, it's fine to tell you what happened last night."

Roy's smile remained unchanged as he asked a question in a nonchalant tone.

"But I just arrived last night, and you came knocking on my door this morning. You came much faster than I expected. And you, a school principal, are also here to handle inquiries. Is it because you have too much free time?"

Nocturnal Moth Masamichi's hand, which was behind his back, tightened slightly, as if a wound had been touched.

He remained silent for a moment, then spoke with his expression unchanged.

"...Because I personally have some expectations for you."

"expect?"

What are your thoughts on the teaching profession?

Instead of giving a direct answer, Moth Masamichi suddenly asked a very abrupt question.

Roy gave him a strange look.

Is this person's speech really that unconventional?

"That's great. Teaching and nurturing students is an important bridge for the growth of young people."

"A bridge?"

Moth Masamichi lowered his head and muttered to himself.

"Is something wrong?"

"No, you're absolutely right. I think the description of a bridge is excellent."

Faced with Roy's question, Moth Masamichi shook his head, expressing his appreciation and affirmation for Roy's statement.

"Some people like to compare teachers to a protective umbrella, but I don't like this analogy. A protective umbrella is only temporary, but what a teacher delivers as a bridge is for a lifetime. That is the teacher's responsibility."

Upon hearing these words, the man in the suit standing behind him couldn't help but cast a surprised glance at Masamichi Yae.

Principal Moth, who usually keeps all her feelings and emotions to herself and almost never expresses her inner thoughts, actually said something so frank.

Did the sun rise in the west today?

"Why don't you just state your purpose directly?"

Roy frowned, a little embarrassed by his blunt praise.

As expected, Masamichi Yagami is just like his appearance; he is genuinely bad at small talk.

Moth Masamichi was silent for a moment, perhaps taken aback by Roy's reaction.

After a long while, he slowly spoke again.

"As we all know, the sorcery community in Japan has always been short of manpower. Although the total number of sorcerers is not small, it is far from equal to the number of spirits scattered throughout the country. As an important part of the support mission, our sorcery college is often busy to the point of being unable to catch our breath."

At this point, Moth paused, as if giving Roy time to process what he had said.

After Roy nodded to signal him to continue, he spoke again in a calm and collected tone.

"You possess that kind of power, which is exactly the kind of talent our sorcery world desperately needs, to put it simply."

"—Would you like to join a vocational college?"

Chapter 334 Damn it, it's white hair again! (64k)

It was early morning on the mountainside, far from the city.

In this remote mountain, a hot spring has been dug out by human hands sometime during the night. The steam rises and covers the surrounding area, and under the morning glow, it exudes a hazy and dreamlike glow.

Louhu was completely submerged in the hot spring, not even her neck was exposed, and steam was rising from the volcano-like head above her.

"I'm here, good morning. How's your injury?"

Approaching with such a casual greeting was a man wearing five robes and with his long hair tied into a bun that trailed on the ground.

His forehead was stitched up with thread, as if someone had once opened his skull.

The man greeted Louhu, who was soaking in the hot spring, with a friendly smile on his face.

"Xia You...you'll see when you look. Do I look like I've fully recovered?"

Louhu rose from the hot spring, her gaze towards the man icy and devoid of any warmth.

But at the same time, there was a hint of apprehension.

"What are you here for?"

"Huh? Could it be that I'm disliked?"

Xia Youjie, to be precise, is someone who wears Xia Youjie's skin and becomes a charlatan.

"Don't forget, I was the one who rescued you when you were in grave danger. How could you treat me like this? It's like you're treating me like that other person."

"If I truly considered you as that human being, I wouldn't have such a lukewarm attitude."

Seeing Xia Youjie's fake smile, Lou Hu snorted coldly, her guard remaining unchanged, even more so.

"You did save us, that's true, but your technique is just as dangerous to us as that human's, especially now!"

Xia Youjie's technique is the Curse Spirit Manipulation Technique.

They are the natural nemesis of these cursed spirits.

Especially at this critical moment when one is still recovering from serious injuries, once hit by Xia Youjie's spell, it almost means becoming a puppet in someone else's hands, with no chance of escaping.

"Haha, I see. Your concerns are indeed valid. But if I wanted to control you, I wouldn't have saved you last night. Wouldn't it have been the best option to subdue you then?"

The text appears to be a jumbled collection of characters and symbols, possibly from different sources. A direct translation isn't meaningful without further context or clarification.

His words certainly made sense, and Louhu naturally understood this as well.

Because he understands this, he is no longer avoiding Xia Youjie and refusing to show his face.

But deep down he still felt that this guy was a very dangerous person, exuding an aura of conspiracy that made him completely untrustworthy.

"Fine, believe it or not, I'm here to tell you something."

As they were talking, the fat uranium in the workshop started to make a ruckus.

"Where's Hua Yu?"

"Here."

The one who answered his question was Hanamichi himself.

She emerged from the nearby forest, still speaking in a language that was incomprehensible to the listener, but whose meaning was immediately understood.

Judging from the fact that she stayed in the forest before speaking, she probably deliberately didn't come to see him, thinking that if he made a move, she would attack from the shadows and thwart his plot.

The text appears to be a jumbled collection of characters and symbols, possibly from different sources. A direct translation isn't meaningful without further context or clarification.

Even Louhu, who is prone to impulsiveness, is wary of him, so Hanami, who is usually very rational, will naturally be even more vigilant.

Like Louhu, Huayu's physical injuries have recovered. The wounds from his groin to his neck have disappeared, but he is still weak and listless.

It will take several days to get back to your peak condition.

"Just tell us straight, what do you want with us?"

Seeing Hua Yu approach, Lou Hu felt more confident and lowered her guard slightly, coldly addressing Chi Shi Kui.

"It's nothing, I just wanted to discuss the next steps with you."

Seeing the surrounding smoke, he realized it was difficult to proceed. He then proceeded to the next scene, his voice trembling. He looked around, his eyes filled with a strange, indistinct mist.

"The current situation is far more severe than you could have imagined, especially the loss of the real person. It must be a huge loss for you, as he was the leader of the cursed spirits you elected, wasn't he?"

"Did you come here specifically to poke at our sore spots?"

Lou Hu glared at Ao with hostility.

The real person is the strongest among them, especially after he disappeared for a period of time and returned.

Although his form changed and his mind became more manic, his strength increased by leaps and bounds, making him the undisputed strongest among them.

Moreover, Zhenren's potential is quite high, even surpassing his and Hua Yu's, which is why they elected Zhenren as the leader of the Cursed Spirit Faction.

But I never thought about it.

In just one battle last night, the strongest human was defeated by that human.

Even with his and Hua Yu's assistance, and the three top-tier cursed spirits taking turns using powerful moves like Extreme Blows and Domains, they were still routed by that human and fled with serious injuries.

The true leader, whose fate is now unknown.

"I believe the real person should still be alive."

At this moment, the demon buds were shrouded in mist, and the demon buds were shrouded in mist. The ...

"Are you serious?"

"What's the basis?"

The two cursed spirits both lost their composure and hurriedly pressed for answers.

"The basis for this is the fourteen near-level one or higher cursed spirits that I lost last night."