Magic!

Chapter 97 95. "The Red Wonton"

These first-year students, who were about to join the club, were chatting with each other and unknowingly mentioned how they had been suppressed and bullied by other campus forces, and how aggrieved they were.

"The people from the All Things Society are really going too far! Are they the only ones in the entire academy who can sell extraordinary items?"

"The teachers in the college will not care about us at all. I reported to Professor Agate what the Green Moss Sisters did in the bathroom, accusing them of violating the freshman protection regulations. Professor Agate, she, actually told me to stop meddling in other people's affairs. Can't she see the blood and the singed hair? (whimpers)"

"Will teachers and principals really help us? The extraordinary world is too small. There are only tens of thousands of people in the world, as many as a small town. They are all relatives and friends from the same family, religious order, and secret society. Even father, son, and mother Woman! Even if you are willing to help us, how much can you do..."

"I heard that Teacher Cang Xingshi's father and mother are both students in the junior college. Hahaha, children are teachers and parents are students. If her parents break the rules, will she punish her parents fairly?"

"The conditions for joining the Akado Dragon Blood Society are to lick the shoes of old members and then have them drink a bucket of low-quality wine. In order to join the club, I died of alcohol poisoning and was resurrected in the school hospital, leaving behind sequelae. I dare not confess them. Hahahaha, why am I so timid? If I could be stronger, I would make every bastard who fed me alcohol pay the price."

"Actually, the academy is already the best part of the entire supernatural society. No matter how arrogant the students are, they don't dare to violate the school rules frequently. Most of the teachers are indeed pretty good people, but they just have concerns about imparting justice. After leaving the academy, Join a secret society, or work for an organization affiliated with the World Supernatural Council, and you will know how bad it is..."

"The World Supernatural Parliament, hahaha, is just a village committee. It only manages tens of thousands of people in total, and it's so arrogant! The school spirit will become like this, and the supernatural world will become like this. Ninety-nine percent of it is a bunch of bureaucrats who have nothing to do with their bodies. The problem!"

"I used to be an ordinary person, but last year I happened to have a spiritual awakening and contact with the extraordinary. People in the class called me a gangster, and they all avoided me when I was eating in the cafeteria. Classmate Vermouth, I want to join the club, I want power , I want them to know that in the extraordinary world, only strength is real."

"..."

Sure enough, it was just as Professor Black Amber and I speculated... Russell listened to the discussion of the freshmen and did not join in their discussion, but his heart sank.

The association behind Nocturne - most likely the Red Order of Chaos, or its White Gloves, is recruiting and developing new people everywhere.

The most suitable targets for development are freshmen who failed to join any forces after entering school, or were even bullied by these forces; and freshmen like me who come from ordinary families, unexpectedly spiritually awakened and came into contact with the extraordinary, and lack background.

These two are often the same kind of people.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu" Russell heard the faint crying sound coming from the mobile phone, and put the phone to his ear. It was the sound of wind chimes, "These freshmen are so miserable. Are you the same as them, Russell? We have Is there any way to help them?"

"Yes, when I become a fifth-year power and slaughter all the extraordinary realms around the world, there will only be tens of thousands of people anyway. If everyone dies, everyone will be equal and there will be no pain." Russell said in a low voice.

"Ah?" Feng Chime looked confused on the screen.

"I'm just saying casually, this method still has a lot of flaws and room for improvement." Russell said lightly.

The wind chime was silent for a long time and said:

"I think you're a little too extreme."

The man in black with the pseudonym Vermouth and a red nose looked at his watch:

"Wait a little longer, there are still 40 minutes until the party starts, and there are still a few students who want to join our club who have not come."

Everyone waited for a while.

The red clouds extinguished, twilight gathered, and darkness enveloped the sky. The sky was filled with stars, twinkling with silent whispers.

Vermouth used the magic of "Creation" and spent some time constructing a bonfire out of thin air. The crackling of the fire played in unison with the evening breeze.

A few more scattered students came to this quiet and deserted forest. The number of freshmen trying to join the mysterious association reached more than a dozen.

When the last student came to the woods, Russell and the boy in an exquisite little dress recognized each other.

Black Feather!

"Kuroba, you were also invited by Nocturne-san?"

"Russell, you too."

Russell was a little surprised, but after thinking about it, he felt that this was not surprising at all.

"Well, I hope Kuroyu doesn't pass the entrance examination." Russell silently hoped.

Vermouth opened his hands in a hug and announced to the freshmen:

"Tonight's bonfire party belongs to you, the preparatory members of the Wonton Club, starting now! As long as you can pass the assessment in the future, you will have the opportunity to join our Wonton Club."

Wonton party? Russell frowned slightly, thinking the name was weird, like some food organization.

Wonton party? On the phone, the female ghost Wind Chime's spirit salivary glands began to secrete spirit saliva.

Nocturne took out bowl after bowl of fragrant and steaming wontons from the storage ring, and drove the ghosts to let the wontons fly to every new student.

"Wonton is a traditional folk pasta that originated in China. It evolved into dumplings..." Vermouth patiently introduced it for fear that some students might not know what it was.

So, everyone happily enjoyed the wontons.

The wind chime quickly took possession of Russell and shared Russell's taste.

Russell chewed the wontons one bite at a time, feeling the beauty of the wontons with large fillings and thin skin, and was a little dazed.

He originally thought that the secret society behind Nocturne, suspected to be the front society of Chaos Red, would have a nicer and mysterious name.

Turns out to be a food club that appreciates wontons?

"Russell Russell, these meats are the troll meat we have eaten before." The possessed gourmet wind chime tasted it.

The co-author is still the fresh wontons packed from the canteen. Russell became more and more speechless. He remembered that the canteen did sell wontons.

In order to prevent someone from drugging himself, Russell just took a few symbolic bites.

When possessed by a stronger contracted spirit, Russell will inherit a small amount of undead traits, and ordinary drugs and toxins will be much less effective against him.

Nocturne lowered her head, her bangs covering the upper half of her face, looking at the dozen freshmen who were eating with gusto, and chuckled:

"It smells good. Can you feel the greatness of the Holy Communion? Feel the beauty contained in the taste of meat?

"The taste of meat contains the most universal truth in the world. Think about it, we are meat eaters, but the animals that provide meat are slaughtered by humans and become our meals.

"This is the gap between us and those animals. This is the gap in strength and ability. The species with abilities are destined to become eaters, while the species without abilities are left to be slaughtered by humans. Regardless of morality, this is one of the principles of how the world itself works. "

Well, although what you said makes sense, the troll who provided the meat is not dead yet, and is still fighting fiercely online... Russell's face darkened, and he resisted the urge to complain.

Suddenly, changes occurred.

Behind the nocturne, a pale and hazy humanoid figure emerged, arms raised high, and a strange song whispered.

This song is ethereal and gentle, reminiscent of a mother humming a lullaby.

The bonfire also doubled in size with a bang, flickering and fluttering with some strange melody, like a beautiful candlelight.

Something's wrong!

Russell, whose mental resistance was different from ordinary people, was suddenly shocked.

It's hypnosis!

The pale and vague contracted spirit of Nocturne is hypnotizing all new lives.