Monster Hunting High School

After crossing the tall dark red threshold, the first thing that caught Matthew Cullen's eyes was a huge floor-to-ceiling window.

The windows were closed tightly, and the blood-red velvet curtains were hung on both sides by golden hooks. They looked like a woman's hair, which was gentle and moving.

Through the bright windows, you can see the lush silent forest in the distance and the bustling Beta Town Pedestrian Street nearby. Between the pitch and the pitch, the movement and stillness are harmonious, which is fascinating.

Two huge portraits hang on the white stone walls on both sides of the floor-to-ceiling windows.

The man on the left is facing to the right, reclining in a large high-backed square chair, as if he is overlooking the entire world.

On the top of the chair back is a vague sculpture that looks like an eye; the man wears a dark red cylindrical hat, his upper body is wrapped in a dark red velvet shawl, and his lower body is covered in deep shadows; his Both arms are placed neatly on the arms of the chair. His left hand is holding a thick hard-cover book. His right hand is hanging naturally. He wears a gold ring on his ring finger. There is a huge gemstone on the ring. The gemstone cannot be seen clearly. Color, one can only vaguely feel a heavy sense of vicissitudes bound within.

The man on the right turned to the left and looked mockingly at the sky above the left. There was a cynical smile on the corner of his mouth, but his eyes were cold and scary.

He wore a golden curly wig, which was spread to the left and right, revealing a smooth and high forehead. His face was pale, and an equally pale flower-wrinkled shirt was exposed on his chest. The collar was embroidered with a golden pattern, which seemed to be an ancient spell. He wore polished leather shoes, stockings and tight breeches. He held the sword at his waist with one hand and a tall wooden cup with the other hand. The rim of the cup was facing down, and the bright red liquid in the cup was about to fall.

Matthew Cullen took a deep breath, said nothing, and bowed respectfully to the two portraits.

The man sitting on the chair on the left is Tony J. Black, the oldest Black family patriarch of the Moonlight aristocracy; the heavy book he presses on his left hand is the oldest rule in the vampire world - the "Moonlight Code".

The man holding the sword on the right is the patriarch of the contemporary Cullen family, the legend among vampires, John Hugh Cullen. The wooden cup he casually grabs in his right hand is the most sacred Holy Grail of the vampire family, which is said to contain the ancestor. Container of raw blood.

The two portraits turned a blind eye to the courtesy of this junior, and there was no fluctuation in their eyes. This made Matthew admire him even more - it seemed that only in this way could he match their noble status.

He bowed and remained motionless, waiting for the portrait to lecture him.

"If you are waiting for these two immortals to speak, you can stand up straight." A clear voice broke the tranquility of the lounge and said with a smile: "This is an oil painting made by mortals, not the work of a magic painter. , They are not the shadows of two old men, they are just piles of paint.”

Matthew Cullen stood up straight in surprise, and couldn't help but look at the two paintings carefully. 【】

The lifelike eyes and vivid expressions are almost like real people.

But there is no magic wave in the portrait, it is really just two oil paintings.

"Being able to freeze the brilliance of this moment...is really...a regrettable talent." Matthew murmured, his eyes full of unbearability.

In his opinion, the person who painted this painting has a talent that makes even wizards admire it, but this talent appears in a fragile mortal, which makes people sigh.

"So, you came here today just to admire these two paintings of mine?" The clear voice spoke again, teasing.

Matthew Cullen finally reacted.

The only person who can speak freely in this lounge is the owner of this room, his famous cousin, Friedman Black Cullen.

Matthew raised his head and glanced quickly.

Not far in front of him, in front of the tall floor-to-ceiling window, was a large maroon wooden table.

The desk is filled with thick magic books, various exquisite magic instruments, and an hourglass for timekeeping that is doing somersaults happily.

There was a thick armchair beside the table, and a tall figure was lying lazily on the armchair, swaying slightly. He held a book in his left hand, and from time to time his right hand reached into the fruit plate next to him to pick up a fruit.

At this moment, the owner of the house leaned forward, revealing platinum blond hair and a pair of light blue eyes.

These eyes happened to meet Matthew's.

Matthew quickly lowered his head.

"It is a great honor to meet you, Sir Friedman." Matthew put a hand on his chest and saluted stiffly, his voice trembling due to nervousness: "On behalf of Count Angele Cullen and Lindsay O. Countess Brian Cullen, greetings and good day."

Angelé Cullen is Matthew's father, and Countess Lindsay O'Brien Cullen is Matthew's mother.

For these old-fashioned pure-blood vampire nobles, you can't expect anything else useful in their rigid minds other than these complicated etiquette.

Hearing the guests' greetings, the owner of the room reluctantly put down the book in his hand, stood up, and walked to Matthew.

"Father, I hope everything is well." The owner of the house, Sir Friedman, stood up, held Matthew's hand, and gave him a firm hug.

His tall body blocked the sunlight outside the window and cast a heavy shadow in this spacious living room: "Seeing you, I can't help but think of the scene of participating in the winter hunting in Badmington last year. Everything seems to have happened yesterday. ”

"Yes, Sir." Matthew didn't expect that he would get such a hug at all, and his face turned red with excitement - this is rare for vampires: "You were killed in Worcester Lodge That demon fox left a deep impression on everyone.”

"If you stay at the First University for a few years, I believe you can shock the eyes of more antiques in your family." Jazz said witty words that did not match his status, scratched his platinum hair with some annoyance, and complained. : "Ah, these dull guys will not take the initiative to entertain guests when they come... They will have to be sent to the Alchemy Research Institute for modification later."

Matthew raised his head in surprise.

"Please forgive me, Cousin Karen, I don't want you to feel that I am rude before talking." Sir Friedman glanced at his cousin apologetically: "The house is a bit small, and the servants are not professional enough... "

"In a harsh place like First University, it is very difficult to find a spacious living room and a few well-educated servants...especially the living room, when you are under the strong restrictions of First University, Very few people can use superb space magic skills."

"Besides, the school has too many rules and we are not allowed to bring our own servants, so we had to use these dolls to make it happen."

Matthew looked stunned and shook his head repeatedly, indicating that it didn't matter.

A servant brought a high-necked glass bottle containing a bright red viscous liquid and two burgundy glasses.

Another servant brought a high-backed chair decorated with a coat of arms, took the coat from Matthew, and quietly retreated.