Monster Hunting High School

"Four years from now, I will definitely write a report."

"Hang on to Wandering Bar's trading platform."

"It's called 'The Complete Guide to the First University Freshman Tournament (Warning to future juniors!)'... and if you expose all the messy things in the school, you will definitely make a lot of money."

Zheng Qing muttered, grabbed the black quill floating next to him, and signed his name smoothly at the end of the parchment roll.

A stream of golden-red fire flowed down the tip of the pen, etching a dark brown mark on the parchment.

After the name was signed, a layer of clear light emerged on the parchment, reflecting Thomas's face particularly clearly.

"A good idea, but I don't recommend you do this." The young teaching assistant raised his hand and stuffed the parchment contract under Xiao Xiao's nose, turned to look at Zheng Qing, and added with a smile: "Generally speaking, imaginary The ideas are all stupid...and school is not as stupid as you think."

"Why do you think those journalists from the Beta Town Post who are working around the world honestly attend the press conferences of the Foreign Affairs Office of the University Working Committee every day instead of using some unconventional means?"

"Or do you think you're a wanderer on Phuket Island who dares to sell anything?"

Hearing these two rhetorical questions, Zheng Qing suddenly wilted.

It is said that the situation is stronger than the person, and the big fist is king. On Phuket Island, the only one with the biggest fist is the First University. Even a wandering wizard can only play on the sidelines and spend most of his time in that small and noisy bar.

After hesitating for a moment, Thomas continued to add:

"In fact, when you graduate in four years, the school will choose different terms and versions of the silence contract based on your different employment directions - if you stay at the school as a researcher, the terms will be very loose, and the news of being 'silenced' Very rarely; if you join a formal organization such as the Trident Sword and the Umbrella League, the terms will be slightly stricter. After all, many of the discussions, meetings, experiments you participated in at school, as well as some secret passages you discovered, etc. are classified information. Even with other organizations within the Umbrella League, silence is required, but if you plan to enter the new world, the terms of the silence contract will be very strict...very, very strict."

"It is said that except for the spells, magic theories and other knowledge you have learned, all news involving First University falls into the category of 'silence'... The old-timers on the school working committee call this 'preventing the slightest and preventing the slightest change'."

"Of course, 'silence' does not mean erasing your memory... It would be too convenient if you simply erased your memory."

"The so-called 'silence' means using multiple layers of encryption while retaining your memory to ensure the security of that information... That is to say, you can still remember and use the information, but you cannot tell others anything." Subject' information you know."

"In other words, we are equivalent to signing an 'exclusive license' contract." Zheng Qing concluded.

Thomas frowned, obviously not quite understanding what the public-funded student meant.

His eyes moved slowly along the parchment passed between several young wizards, and he continued to explain unhurriedly: "...You know, you have been in school for four years, more or less. You will know a lot about the school.”

"And these are the dreams of 'certain forces' outside the school."

"This contract is not only to protect the school, but also to protect you... When the evil wizards or demons outside the school know that they cannot snatch valid memories from your heads, they will no longer bother in this regard. "

"What if they force us?" Fatty Xin raised his chubby arms and asked in a low voice: "I remember that the demons have a drink called 'Memory', which seems to be brewed with the memories in the wizard's brain..."

"Your knowledge of food always exceeds my imagination." Zhang Jixin complained next to him: "You also know the monster's food! Do you plan to try their recipes sometime... Doctor, Brother Qing, do you want to apply? Change dormitory?”

"It's okay to live in the same house with a real werewolf, so what's so scary about a 'spiritual demon'!" Xiao Xiao glanced at the fat man and said in a calm tone.

"Why have I become a spiritual monster?!" Fatty suddenly felt hurt.

As he spoke, the parchment roll had been transferred to his hand.

Thomas smoothed the curled paper and added in a gentle tone: "Don't worry, the silence contract signed after graduation is permanent. As long as Phuket Island is still there, certain information will always be locked in the deepest part of your memory. I'm afraid only Only after you become a great wizard will you have the opportunity to clear away that thick layer of fog."

"Even if the monsters tie you up, open your skull, and use all kinds of techniques to manipulate your brain, what should be hidden will still be hidden behind the fog."

"Of course, if the big demon takes action, fragments of footage may be captured... This is inevitable."

"The documents shredded by the shredder can also piece together sensitive information."

"Are we the only ones signing this silent contract?" After the fat man finished signing, he suddenly raised his head and continued to ask: "Where are the spectators outside? They must have seen our game too! Did they all sign this contract?"

"It's necessary." Thomas saw that all the names on the parchment had been collected, nodded with satisfaction, rolled up the long piece of parchment, and replied in a brisk tone: "Whether it's a freshman watching the game or participating in the game, They all need to sign a silence contract. The difference is that the contract signed by the players participating in the competition is richer and the terms are more complicated... like this."

As he spoke, Thomas raised the parchment roll in his hand and shook it in mid-air.

"The contract signed by the spectators is much simpler... only about one-tenth the length of your contract. All spectators will sign at the ticket gate when entering the stadium. If you don't believe it, you can find your classmates later. Ask."

"There's nothing I don't believe." The fat man waved his hands repeatedly, expressing his full trust in the teaching assistant.

Thomas nodded with satisfaction.

"Now that the signatures have been signed, it's time to go on stage." The teaching assistant stuffed the rolled contract into his arms, opened his arms, and drove the young wizards like sheep: "You guys stayed here too long. ...The audience above is probably impatient to wait.”

"Don't we need to wait for the master of ceremonies to call us?" Zheng Qing looked at Thomas in surprise.

"Master of Ceremonies?" Thomas curled his lips and tried to put away the mocking expression on his face, but his efforts had little effect: "I don't know who gave the advice, but I chose these two to be the hosts this year... If you plan Wait for the master of ceremonies, I guess no one will pay attention to you until dark."

"Those two living treasures can stand on the stage and talk about cross talk all day long!"