"We believe that...such a dirty magic remnant can't possibly have a trivial relationship with my lovely students."
"Are those mutated Gaitrasi dead?"
"We shouldn't rule anything out."
In the empty hunting ground, the faint conversation between Hilda and Zheng Qing could be heard vaguely. Other than that, there was no movement at all, showing a surprising silence.
Even a semi-abandoned hunting ground shouldn't be so quiet.
Zheng Qing noticed this and immediately reported it to the teaching assistant.
"Don't worry, this place is still within the scope of the school's protective circle." Hilda squatted on the ground, touched her earrings, and murmured in reply: "Obviously, a tragic magic shock occurred here.
.Those sensitive little bugs burrow into the soil early in the morning and pretend to be dead...or really die."
As he spoke, he poked his fingers on the ground and pulled out a black beetle with its legs in the air. The teaching assistant squinted and carefully looked at the remaining magic markings on the dead insect.
Zheng Qing watched this scene worriedly, always feeling that the next second Hilda would put the bug into her mouth, chew it, and then tell him how long the bug had been dead.
Fortunately, the teaching assistant was obviously still conscious and did not make such a move.
"Get rid of the borers and their thieves."
Hilda whispered an unfamiliar spell and gave her own judgment: "A very classic insecticidal spell... It seems that the master who created this mutation does not intend to let even a small insect watch his experiment. You can leave
This hunting ground is very lucky."
"experiment?"
Zheng Qing left and thought about the discussions before the Exoneration Hunting Team, and couldn't help but interrupt the assistant teacher: "Are you saying that those Gaitrasi are not monsters causing trouble, but wizards doing experiments? Are they wizards from the school?"
Hilda dropped the insect, buried it in the soil again, carefully covered it with soil, and recited a few rebirth mantras.
Then he stood up, looked back at Zheng Qing, patted the dirt on his hands, and looked around: "As I said before... we should not rule out any possibility."
Zheng Qing felt that more than one wizard had said this to him - the wizard's caution was clearly reflected in this sentence, even though he was a starry sky person.
"Okay, this is the end of assisting in the investigation. You can go back." Hilda waved her hand and signaled Zheng Qing to leave on his own. After a while, he raised his head, looked at the still hesitant wizard, and raised his eyebrows: "Why?
, do you want me to give it to you?"
"No, no, no," the young public-funded student waved his hands repeatedly, hesitated, and finally made up his mind and asked cautiously: "I mean, the person who did the experiment, do you have any speculation?"
"Experiment? What experiment?"
The teaching assistant made a blank expression, as if he had not just said these two words: "Where is the laboratory? What is the experimental project? What is the purpose of the experiment? I don't know what you are talking about... You are a student
, your task is to study and take exams."
"He is also the captain of the hunting team." Zheng Qing cleared his throat and added seriously: "The official hunting team, registered and approved by the school hunting committee, the champion of the freshman competition last year, and the hunting team that participated in the Battle of Black Prison this year...
An important function of the team is to hunt down dark wizards who violate the Wizarding Code."
"Ha! What a scary resume. Do you want me to sign it?" Hilda waved her hands impatiently, and the nose and lip rings and earrings on her face jingled: "Come on, come on, there's nothing here for you.
It’s over.”
"With your hunting team and mission records, you can shine in this year's school hunting competition." Another black-robed wizard patted the young wizard on the shoulder and reassured: "You should execute the task properly in a suitable hunting ground.
Tasks. For example, hunting a group of unicorns, or killing a Welsh green dragon...The world is your oyster...With luck, you might even win a championship in this year's school hunting competition."
"I think we can do something more meaningful." The young wizard murmured.
"Do you think there is no point in being a student?"
"That was not what I meant……"
"Nothing has absolute meaning, classmate." The teaching assistant shrugged and said earnestly: "There is no such thing as hunting monsters, there is no chasing criminals, there is no such thing as being a teacher or a student... If you don't understand this, it means you still need to learn magic.
Work harder on philosophy, or ask Lao Yao more...if you still have the courage to go to His office now."
This is a joke about the news that was passed down as a rumor.
Zheng Qing laughed dryly twice.
"For you, being a qualified student in school is the most meaningful thing." Hilda finally concluded, pushing Zheng Qing's shoulder and looking back at her companion: "I'll take this trouble.
Throw it back...stay where you are, don't run around, and keep in touch at all times."
"Hey! Don't raise the flag!"
Another man in black robe looked around uneasily: "Listening to your last words, I always feel like I'm going to get lunch the next second. Let's send him back together."
As he spoke, he put his other hand on Zheng Qing's shoulder.
"You are too timid!" Hilda raised her eyebrows.
"This is not timidity, this is caution." The companion shook his head and denied.
Hilda touched her earrings and said nonchalantly: "It's up to you... It's true that the older you get, the less courageous you become. It seems that it was a wise choice for you to stay in school. Your courage cannot adapt to the war of opening up the new world...
…”
"I don't like fighting and killing all day long either... Please be quiet, I'm about to get a migraine from your nagging!"
The three figures blurred and disappeared together with their chatter. The night wind blew by, and the entire hunting ground became clean, empty and dead again.
After a while.
Ten meters away from where Zheng Qing and others left, a lush bush suddenly turned into dots of black light and dissipated in the rich night, revealing several figures wearing black robes and crow masks.
"Why didn't you stop them?" the shorter figure asked his companions in a low voice.
"For safety reasons." The leader, Crow Mask, patiently explained: "...Our influence on the guardian circle cannot be enough to completely cover up a fierce battle. And they have not touched on dangerous content."
"That assistant coach is so lucky."
"Choosing to believe in luck is not entirely the right approach in this matter. The wiser choice is to stay away from danger. Just like the black robe... This will allow us to live longer in this dangerous game.