The elves that had just been hung on it were all thrown into the air, and they all fell onto the hard desk. They made sounds of pain one after another, causing the other elves to burst into laughter.
The fat cat Tuan Tuan doesn't have as big a heart as the elves.
After waiting for the remaining sound in the air to completely dissipate, it touched its chest, took a few breaths, and regained its composure.
"Why did the Rat Immortal offend this ancestor again?"
The chubby cat’s face wrinkled into a ball, and its meowing voice was full of confusion:
"I remember that the mouse was always very cautious in doing things... Also, who is the other 'volleyball'? It always feels familiar... What is the 'glass ball' floating next to it just now? There seems to be another one inside.
A small tree? It looks very interesting... I also want a glass ball."
Hooray!
The only tightly closed curtain in the dormitory was torn open.
Dylan opened the lid of the coffin, revealing a pair of sleepy eyes. He wandered around the dormitory blankly for a moment, and finally settled on the fat cat: "Hey, Tuan Tuan, who is here? I thought I heard a strange cat meowing just now.
...Is he a relative of yours?"
As he spoke, he sniffed and his tone became more distressed:
"Hiss...it seems to have a strange smell, but it doesn't seem to be..."
Phew, joke!
If you notice it so easily, the boss is no longer a boss.
The fat cat raised his chin, glanced disdainfully at the vampire werewolf, ignored him, turned around and lay down on Fatty Xin's pillow again. When the elves saw that the 'sleeper' had been laid out again, they cheered and hung it up again.
Up.
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North District of Beta Town, Gudiao Street.
The open space outside Sakura Tavern.
The members of the Gini Cabin gathered together in twos and threes, looking worriedly at the closed wooden door on the second floor of the tavern. Colma and Catherine had been in the house for more than half an hour, and there had been no news.
"Do you feel that Sister-in-law is not doing well today?" A girl wearing sleeves asked her companions in a low voice, with some worry in her tone: "I feel a lot colder than usual..."
"Maybe it's because she has a new hairstyle?" a boy replied carelessly.
"Yes," another girl glanced at the wooden door on the second floor, with a hint of envy in her eyes: "The silver-white hair is so beautiful, I want it too..."
"Is now the time to worry about hair color? If Catherine is injured, what will happen to her parents? What will happen to her two younger brothers? The number of experiments this month has exceeded the limit, and the club's aid fund is said to have bottomed out."
"Really? Do I still want to come to the next club meeting?"
"It must be true. Kathy's mother is so shrewd. She must have gotten some information from her eldest sister and father... Otherwise, there is still a month until the wedding. How could she ask for leave? There are so many things that need to be prepared.
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"Marcy and Laurie also took time off to help. They have a good relationship with Kathy, so they must know something..."
The young jugglers were discussing worriedly, and the more they talked, the more worried they became. Many of them had moved to the edge of the small courtyard involuntarily, as if they would rush out the door the next moment.
All choices have nothing to do with loyalty. In the North District of Beta Town, concepts such as loyalty, compassion or mercy are a kind of luxury. The magicians living in this community are mostly exposed to struggles and choices.
Struggling in a difficult situation and making a choice in a desperate situation.
Every move they make reveals the unique shrewdness and calculation of people from the North District, but beyond calculation, they also possess a ferocious quality that ordinary ordinary people do not possess. This is the nourishment they learned in the Silent Forest.
Just like Catherine, her boldness or bravery in front of Colma is not based on corresponding qualities, but based on her positioning of herself and the best choice she can make when facing difficulties.
The chaos in the small courtyard ended with a "squeak".
The wooden door on the second floor of the Cherry Blossom Tavern was pushed open with a creaking sound. Colma held Catherine's hand and walked out. The young magicians waiting in the yard stretched their necks and looked behind the owner of the cabin.
On the body of the gray-robed mage.
Compared with before, Catherine's appearance has not changed much, except that there is a tadpole-shaped black mark on her forehead similar to Colma's, and a strand of hair has turned silvery white.
Other than that, she was in almost the same state as most of the magicians who had served as experimental assistants - following Kolma stiffly, her face pale, and her eyes a little dull.
He looked like his brain had been burned out.
This reaction was not beyond the expectations of the onlookers - in comparison, just a certain degree of confusion in the mind is a relatively good result. Many times, out-of-control magic experiments will take away certain parts of the experimenter.
For the magicians, the result is even more tragic.
Just as the young magicians downstairs were feeling sad, Colma pulled Catherine to a stop on the small balcony at the top of the stairs.
She quietly looked down at the magicians downstairs.
It was as if their current fear, current uneasiness, and suppressed resentment were all imprinted in their minds.
Her eyes were shining.
Then she took out a simple Dharma book from her arms, turned around, and stuffed it into Catherine's hands.
"Will it work?" she asked.
Catherine's blank eyes were a little brighter.
"meeting."
Although they do not have the ability to cast spells, it does not mean that they have completely lost their dreams. When every magician was young, they would dream about what they would do when they held the magic book. Even if many magicians could not cast magic, they would still remember a few words.
Simple mantra.
As the old saying goes, you still have to have dreams, what if they come true?
After hearing Catherine's answer, Colma nodded with satisfaction, then took out a quill and put it into the hands of the gray-robed female magician:
"try it."
With trembling hands, Catherine took the quill and the simple Dharma book there.
The young magicians who were watching downstairs were like a group of ducks with their throats strangled. They all held their breath and stared blankly at the girl in gray robe who had been sentenced to death before. She picked up the quill and opened the magic book.
He skillfully copied the mantras on the Dharma books.
This is not how a person with a burned-out brain should behave.
Realizing this, and looking at the actions of Colma and Catherine, the smart guy seemed to have realized something. This kind of 'awareness' seemed to be contagious. After a while, all the magicians in the yard were breathing heavily and looking at each other.
He looked towards the small balcony on the second floor with burning eyes.
After a while, the incantation was completed.
Catherine held the Dharma book carefully, her hands trembling as if she were holding the whole world.