Zheng Qing silently recited the spell Professor Hilda gave them and rubbed the bumps on the edge of the trial card in his hand. Under the influence of the spell, in the center of the triangular school emblem on the front of the bronze medal, the mung bean-sized number 50 flashed slightly, like fireworks.
A series of illusory plus signs appeared, followed by concise and clear explanations:
Basic: +2 (master trial cards and learn spells)
Base: +2 (successful use of flying spell)
Basic: +2 (through cumulonimbus clouds)
Basic: +2 (successful landing)
Advancement: +2 (keeps the team intact)
The initial basic score was 50 points, and after the completion of the project, it became 60 points. This was a score that made Zheng Qing both gratified and a little disappointed.
He was gratified because he got full marks in the landing event. Disappointed because he thought he would get ten points for learning the flying spell, but unexpectedly he only got two points.
"Why do I only have 59 points?!" came an indignant protest from classmate Li Meng next to him: "Obviously I landed successfully, why did I only get one point in this category? Zheng Zha was also being carried by someone like me.
The belt fell off!"
The young public servant glanced at the little witch with blank eyes.
"Didn't you faint?" Zhang Jixin reminded kindly from the side.
"I just squinted my eyes a little!" Li Meng opened his eyes wide and said loudly, "How else would I know that Zheng Zha was also picked up by Fatty Lan?"
"That means you lost consciousness when you squinted your eyes."
Jiang Yu held down the little witch with fried hair, straightened the myrtle leaves hanging around her neck, and warned: "Don't make trouble, you should be satisfied with 9 points... Forget those who have not mastered the flying spell."
Falling in mid-air, are there any classmates who were struck black by lightning?"
Li Meng shrank his neck, and although his face was still a bit unconvinced, he finally became quiet.
Then Jiang Yu turned around and stuffed a tube of light blue potion under Zheng Qing's nose - just after releasing the 'Canglang Water', she stood there and started to prepare the potion, mortar and test tube.
and the glass rod seemed like a string of docile planets, surrounding the witch, rising and falling one after another.
Before Zheng Qing could say anything, Fatty Xin came up with a coveted face and looked at the residue in the mortar: "What is this? Hmm, there's toad squash, bitter vegetable juice... and brandy?"
He sniffed, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes: "This kind of combination is rare... and it's quite old-school."
The witch looked at Zheng Qing calmly.
The young public-funded student obediently took the potion, looked at the bubbling liquid in the test tube, and poured it into his mouth without saying a word. A warm feeling spread in the mouth, and soon turned into a refreshing coolness.
Let him feel the relief of sudden ventilation after nasal congestion.
Jiang Yu's lips curled up slightly.
"Removing blood stasis." She tapped her cheek and explained simply.
During the previous landing, Zheng Qing's face was slapped by a flying vine branch, and half of his face was swollen. This is why, from the moment he landed until now, he has not said much.
Checking my scores was only part of the reason. What was more important was that when I opened my mouth, half of my face started to throb and my temples started to throb. I couldn't speak clearly, so I simply shut up.
At this moment, a tube of magic potion was put into his mouth, and in an instant, Zheng Qing's cheeks returned to normal visibly.
"Thank you...it was an instant success!"
The young public-sponsored student thanked Jiang Yu and returned the test tube in his hand to Jiang Yu. He did not hesitate to praise him: "Is this the one you just matched? It's much faster than Fatty Xin!"
The fat man curled his lips and unexpectedly remained quiet.
Jiang Yu lowered his eyelids, put away the test tubes, and put the potion-making vessels floating around back into his handbag. Although he did not exchange too many greetings with Zheng Qing, his voice seemed much more cheerful: "You are the captain of the hunting team, you must listen.
Your opinion...what should we do next? Go directly into the tent?"
As she spoke, she pointed to the low gray tent behind a few people.
Zheng Qing turned around and took a closer look at the tent for the first time.
Several dead crows and dead squirrels were hung from straw ropes on the leather curtain at the entrance of the tent. The breeze blew by, and the tattered furs of the dead animals were pulled by the straw ropes and swayed in the wind, revealing various inscriptions carved with cinnabar on the tent skin.
A magic symbol.
Behind the tent, in the corner of the open space between the fixed lock wire and the fence, were piled with large pieces of animal carapace, bundles of furs, burnt blackened bones, and dead bodies of magical creatures that had not had time to decompose.
A shallow pit was built around the corpses, and the bottom of the pit was smeared with a suspicious red sauce. A ditch about a foot wide was dug on the edge of the pit, and through the exit under the fence, it was connected to the huge magic building outlined by the water outside.
Array.
The pervasive death aura made the wizard feel slightly uncomfortable in his heart.
He looked away.
"Let's just clean it up first."
Zheng Qing looked at his companions and said uncertainly: "No one knows whether there will be trial items when entering the door. We'd better make some preparations in advance... Fatty, help the squad leader prepare some commonly used magic potions;
The doctor went to the back to pick up a few bones to see if they could be used for divination; the elder checked the surroundings and was careful not to step out of the fence."
"Understood!" The red-faced wizard made a sign of acceptance, tightened the gloves on his hands, and took a long step towards the back of the tent.
These arrangements were prudent and secure, and neither the main hunter nor the fortune teller expressed any objections. This made Zheng Qing relax a little and his thinking became clearer.
"I will draw a few commonly used talismans as soon as possible... If you have any situation, please report back in time." As he said that, the captain of the Exoneration Hunting Team had already taken out a series of talisman drawing tools such as yellow paper, and turned the mud into a stone slab without caring about it.
There was no dust on the ground, so he knelt down directly on the ground and began to draw symbols.
In order to improve the success rate, he will also place a small red paper tablet with the word "Wu" next to it. This was something he invited again because he was bored in the school hospital during the summer vacation.
"What about me? What am I doing?" After waiting for a long time, classmate Li Meng was a little unhappy when she didn't hear the arrangements for herself: "I am also a member of the team!"
"You go help the doctor pick up the bones." Zheng Qing said perfunctorily without raising his head.
"Huh!" the little witch said angrily and left.
Her muttering complaints came intermittently in her ears: "I...a college student...picking up bones?...I'm at Qingqiu Mansion...Su Shijun...Poseidon..."
Xin seemed to have heard a few words from Li Meng.
"Well, speaking of Beauty Su, who is her husband?" Out of the professional ethics of a reporter, the fat man never forgot the investigation he had done: "It's been more than half a year, and I still haven't revealed anything...
He is indeed a great wizard."
Jiang Yu silently glanced at a certain wizard who was sticking out his butt and drawing talisman on the ground.
The wizard felt a little flustered for no reason. The brush in his hand shook uncontrollably, and the unfinished talisman on the talisman paper suddenly became torn into pieces.