Vol 5 Chapter 182: Trainee Registrar at Heiji Castle

Tap, tap, tap, tap.
The sound of footsteps scattered and orderly came from outside the door, from far to near.
Henry Eric moved his ears, got up from the table, rubbed his sore eyes, put the gold-framed monocle on the bridge of his nose, and opened the register in front of him.
He graduated from the first university for less than a year. Although he was a registered wizard, because of his poor grades, he could not participate in the hunting groups that are famous in the new world, and he could not stay in school. In the end, he could only enter the Wizarding League.
He was then assigned to a black prison and became an honorable registrar.
Responsible for the registration of prison visitors and entry and exit personnel.
Currently in the internship period.
According to the old people in prison, the job of the registrar is easy most of the time. Because apart from the rotating hunting team, this dark world has few outside visitors.
However, everything is afraid of the word ‘but’.
But since Eric became the registrar of this castle, the number of guests entering and leaving the black prison has suddenly increased dozens of times. Almost every day, a dozen or even dozens of wizards arrive-among them are researchers studying at the First University, professors, teaching assistants, and school workers from the First University, the renowned hunting groups of the New World, and There are many old guys in the next parliament.
Even the old jailers who have spent their entire lives in the black prison have never seen this kind of ‘special event’.
Obviously, something big will happen in the black prison.
What was the specific matter? The staff in the prison had also discussed it in private. Some people said that the Xianqin Hunting Group ambushed those teams that entered the new century on the Mist some time ago and arrested four or five captain-level quasi-big monsters. Maybe It will cause a new war between wizards and demons. Some people say that it is the famous Lich, the death prophet Sister Shipton's execution day is approaching. In order to prevent the Lich King from making trouble, the Alliance has strengthened its guard against the black prison.
And the most widespread and reliable rhetoric is the rumor that the old tree in the depths of the Hell Castle is about to blossom and bear fruit. It is said that the old tree grew up with the flesh and blood of the demon, and its fruit can help the demon to transform its blood.
This is why, recently, there are more and more scarlet eyes gathered near the Hell Castle.
Although the black prison is called ‘prison’, a more accurate term should be ‘black domain’, because this is a world that is always shrouded in darkness. There is no sun, no starlight, no natural creatures can survive in this environment.
The wizards shrouded the entire world with huge magic circles, isolated from the inside and outside, and then threw all the captured demons into this world, allowing them to struggle in this desert-like hell.
Of course, allowing those demons to mess around in this world also has certain risks.
In order to avoid those extremely unlikely risks, wizards have established many strongholds in the black prison, the largest and most core of which is called the black castle.
Henry Eric is one of the registrars at the entrance to the Black Hell Castle.
Because there is more than one entrance to the Black Prison Castle, there is an entrance to the detention center of the Dan Haag Supreme Court, an entrance to the First University, and an entrance to the world outside the Black Prison.
Eric guards the smallest of the castles in the black prison, and it is also an entrance opened in the black prison.
This entrance only accepts visitors at the level of registered wizard and below-having said that, Eric has never seen guests below the level of registered wizard visit this dangerous world.
So this entrance can be regarded as a dedicated entrance for registered wizards.
Tap, tap, tap, tap.
The footsteps outside the door were getting closer.
Henry Eric rubbed his face that was swollen from sleeping on his stomach, trying to make a kind smile. Then he looked down at the furnishings on his desk.
Obliquely forward of the register, his 17th-century Venetian-bound version of the book opened silently without any wind. The five-aggregate exorcism curse on the title page gleamed with charming five colors under the dim candlelight.
Eric glanced at the enchanting color and tapped on the table with his fingers bent.
咚咚咚.
An old quill pen looked like a bird that had just been awakened. It fell from the pen holder in a panic, jumped into the ink bottle next to it, dipped it, and then hung expectantly in the air, as if he wanted to use this effort. The attitude conceals the negligence a moment ago.
Eric didn't take care of the quill.
He tilted his ears and listened carefully to the footsteps outside the door.
Tap, tap, tap, tap.
There was a trace of fatigue and a trace of heaviness in the footsteps. This seems to be a hunting team that has just finished patrolling. But under normal circumstances, a hunting team should have five hunters, which means there should be five footsteps.
But right now, he only heard four footsteps.
The trainee registrar began to imagine a fierce battle, a group of sad hunters, and a hunting team returning to the castle with the remains of their comrades.
Two heavier steps should be wizards; two lighter steps should be witches.
I don’t know who was the hunter who died-Eric tried to squeeze a trace of sorrow on his face. It was a bit difficult, so he tried to make his face straight-this kind of game of guessing the identity is a young trainee registrar One of the few pleasures in the boring life of this prison.
After guessing, he touched the crystal ball next to the book~EbookFREE.me~ The crystal ball was silent for a moment, flashing a dark red color. The trainee registrar had a disappointed expression on his face. The conclusion of divination showed that the result of his guess was not ideal.
Crunch!
The heavy iron door was pushed open from the outside, making an unpleasant noise.
The door knocker beast and door on the iron door have long been accustomed to this sound, and even enjoy it a little bit, but the young wizard who has just arrived can hardly bear the noise. That kind of sound is like someone scratching a blackboard with a nail or scraping glass with a wire. If you hear too much, it will make the wizard go crazy.
On more than one occasion, he proposed improvement measures to the black prison management, such as dripping some lubricating oil on the hinges or engraving two light charms on the iron door, but there was no news.
Until later, at lunch, he complained to a colleague about this incident. The old wizard who had worked in the dark prison for a long time told him with a smile that no door in the prison would be oiled, and the noise was kept in order to let everyone Everyone who enters and exits the gate is in the sight of others.
Crunch... ticking.
Four figures in large cloaks walked in from outside the iron gate, with thick black shadows outside the castle under their feet.
The leader was a tall wizard with a dark red face and a strong figure. He seemed to be holding something in his arms, but because of the cloak, he couldn't see clearly.
Close behind was a tall witch with closed eyes and light footsteps; half behind her was another thin witch with a black imperial robe under his cloak, holding a Hilt long sword.
The trainee registrar finally knew where he was wrong.
Not all wizards with light footsteps are witches, but they may also be wizards who follow agile routes.
At the end of the team, there was a dwarf with a bare head and a tousled beard. He was not tall, but his footsteps were the heaviest in the team, even surpassing the wizard at the head of the team.