Bizarre Detective Agency

Chapter 1099: 37. Mystery Class at Agate Lake Camp

  Chapter 1099 Thirty-seven. Mystery Lesson at Agate Lake Camp

   On the third day when the sixth group of residents came to the Agate Lake camp, two residents were lucky enough to be greeted by the exorcist.

  Willon and Green Wolf. The former got Lu Li's birthday wishes, while the latter Lu Li asked his niece if he wanted to come to the Land of Light.

  Although people wondered why the exorcist knew Green Wolf's niece and who Green Wolf's niece was, their envy was palpable—

There are 352 human residents in the Onyx Lake camp, enough people to celebrate their birthdays every day, but they have never been blessed. Although the first four groups of residents rarely know their birthdays, and even they can't tell whether they were born in the third year of the weird era or not. fifth year.

  In any case, on Weilun's birthday, the camp residents celebrated it as a festival.

   A historian says today is the birthday of Leonardo da Vinci, a famous philosopher four hundred years ago. The residents didn't want to know who Leonardo was, they just wanted to celebrate, laugh, and praise.

  It is also from this day that all the residents are no longer haunted by nightmares: the fear of being driven away; the fear of the invasion of the night; the despair of the light no longer.

   They occasionally talk as neighbors or friends, and are surprised to find that the other party also has impressive dreams.

Some wise people among the    residents have guessed that there is no source of nightmares - the exorcist who lives on the island in the heart of the lake. The long cursed title before his name has long been known.

   Residents are gradually familiar with the wonderful dream like dessert, and Lu Li is also gradually familiar with Anna Anna's company, as if she really exists.

  …

  The warm afternoon sun shines through the windows, and the new walls and desks smell of wood.

   A veil of hazy beams of warm colour wafts over Old Belfast.

  There is nothing weird to break this beauty, except...

   "Mitra... Mitra... Mr. Mitra!"

   The slap on the podium and the shouting made Mitra, who was looking out the window, back to her senses, and saw the old scholar Vincent on the podium and the students in the classroom turning their heads to look.

  The embarrassment of the student days long forgotten in the apocalypse returned to this middle-aged man in his thirties.

   "Sorry, Mr. Vincent, I just...was thinking about the question."

   Standing up and apologizing, Mitra made a habit of quibbling subconsciously, and then found Gale snickering in the distance. Of course he would laugh, a scene that happened so many times when they were kids. Sometimes it's him, sometimes it's Gal, sometimes it's Potter.

   "Then have you thought about Mr. Mitra?"

   "Uh not yet..."

   "...Please sit down."

  Mitra endured the embarrassing stare and sat down. For the remaining ten minutes before the get out of class ended, she listened carefully. As for what was going on in her head, no one knew.

   "Then alchemy is here, the next section is mechanics, remember to put on your dirty clothes, you need to practice outside the school building." Vincent, who had not recovered from seasickness in the past week, left on crutches.

   Then, as in all colleges, the classroom atmosphere becomes relaxed as the professor leaves.

   Gail, who was approaching, sat on the desk and was pushed away by Mitra: "You are no longer a child, move your 150-pound **** off my new desk."

   "I'm down to 130 pounds after being seriously ill." Gail shrugged, leaning on the desk and asked, "You don't seem to be in a good mood."

"I can't remember at all..." Mitra rubbed his messy brown hair into a bird's nest: "I didn't know the 'alchemy potion' was so complicated... 1/2 of the powder of night grass is poured into the fermented clod Container distillation…”

   "It's a mixture of fermented clods put into a vessel for distillation."

Gale corrected his mistake, but also felt deeply: "Admit our age, we are no longer young, learning and memory are not suitable for us. Fortunately, the camp did not force us to master alchemy, we can choose us something you're good at, or..."

   "Or like Potter?" Mitra said suddenly.

   "Or like Potter." Gale murmured emotionally.

  The opening of the school building began, and Potter seemed to have changed his personality. They hadn't seen him for days, except in mystery class. They no longer get together to chat, play, and talk about current affairs as they used to. He even gave up all courses, including alchemy, and devoted all his time to the occult.

   He wanted to be an exorcist too much.

   "Maybe Potter can really be an exorcist," Gal said.

"how is this possible……"

  The exorcist has long been the glory and hope in people's hearts, and they never expected that they would become this glory and hope.

   But Mitra, who subconsciously retorted, suddenly shut up, and hesitantly turned into a sigh: "...hope."

   They decided to visit their good friend, who should study the occult at home this time.

   Abandoning the mechanics class that neither of them are good at, Mitra and Gal come to Potter. When the door opened, they saw Potter, with more messy hair than Mitra, and a haggard look.

   It's only been a few days, but he seems to have aged several years.

   "Are you okay? You should have a good rest." They didn't hide their worries about their friends.

"I know, but the first test will be tomorrow afternoon. I need to get enough scores in the occult test to have the chance to become an exorcist... After the end, I will let myself rest for a day." Potter returned to the room, helped them remove the chair, and scolded the person next to him: "Shut up Horn, the guest is here."

  Horn is Potter's younger brother. He turned into an Inhuman and was driven out of Wiener Freeze a few years ago.

   Followed Mitra and Gale, looking at each other, and near the table Potter suddenly controlled him, pulled him into the bedroom and pressed him on the bedroom bed.

   "What...what are you doing?" Drowsiness slowed Potter's response.

   "Let you rest." Gail covered him with a quilt, wrapping it like a cicada. "If you continue like this, your body and mind will collapse. You already have the symptoms of low sanity syndrome, and your qualifications will be deprived once it occurs!"

   Actually not, but in order to rest his friend he had to lie.

  Whoa——

  Mitra drew up the curtains to block the sun on the bed.

"All right……"

  The warmth and tiredness made Potter give up his persistence. His eyelids became heavier and heavier, and he soon fell asleep and snored.

"He fell asleep."

  Gail shook Potter but didn't wake him up, probably not pretending to be asleep.

  Leaving the sleeping Potter and the others out of the bedroom, Mitra picked up the book Potter was reading: "The Occult Perspective", one of the many books published in Midnight City that the merchant brought back from the old sewers.

   There is also "Mysticism Level 1" on the desktop, and "Basic Knowledge" is equivalent to books related to occultism.

   "Looks like we're going to have an exorcist."

  Mitra smiled and helped Potter pick up the bookmarks, organized the books, and quietly left Potter's house with Gale.

   Hope he can have a good dream.

   (end of this chapter)

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