When Andrew mentioned Tuesday night, Zheng Qing didn’t react for a while.
But he did a little calculation in his sleeves, and immediately remembered the luckiest night of the entire selection process. That day he drew the Hound of Tindalos before the competition, and then he lived safely in the transparent glass ball.
through the entire game.
"Tuesday?"
The young public-sponsored student glanced at his companions beside him and said with some hesitation: "...It's almost the same as usual, the hunting team will gather after dinner, there is no training session...What, what happened?"
"No, no, what's the matter?"
Andrew laughed and looked at him: "This is the First University. It is stable and harmonious, the sunshine is calm, and the years are quiet. Nothing can happen... If something happens to the First University, it will not be at my level.
The wizards can handle it... Catching centaurs illegally hauling goods at the North District Pier, going to the Wandering Bar to investigate black market transactions, and sending young wizards in heat on the streets back to school before the curfew. This is my level.
"
What he said was very skillful and reasonable. The young public servant smiled brightly when he heard it, and immediately gave up the worries he had just a moment ago.
"What are the black market transactions in Wandering Bar?" Zheng Qing asked smoothly.
"Many," the fat wizard looked at him with a smile: "For example, certain magical biological materials that are prohibited from trading, such as black magic notes, and unauthorized trading of talismans... You know, standard talismans are the same as tobacco.
Alliance exclusive.”
He raised the burned cigarette in his hand.
The smile on the boy's face immediately stiffened a bit.
"I know." He replied dryly.
"Naturally, naturally, many young people have the idea of earning some extra money. They do not work for the people but do not work for the government. When I was young, I often went to the homeless bar to sell the homework of the talisman class." The chubby Mr. Commissioner rushed to the young public-funded students.
With a wink, he suddenly changed the topic: "Oh, by the way, I just mentioned the second-order battle formation... In addition to the Bofu clan, do you also have other second-order battle formations?"
Xiao Xiao had been watching with cold eyes.
At this moment, I finally couldn't help it and sneered: "It's an interesting insinuation... but I want to remind you that you are seeking inside information about the participants of a regular hunting competition. This is illegal."
The smile on Andrew's face slowly faded.
He looked deeply at the short wizard.
"Maybe." Mr. Commissioner took out another cigarette, snapped his fingers, and lit it. His whole face was suddenly submerged in the thick smoke: "It depends on what you think, boys... Although I like hunting.
I also like to place bets while watching games, but I won’t ruin my career just for this hobby.”
Xiao Xiao frowned and pushed up his glasses: "The only second-order battle formations that you have mastered so far are Bofu's battle formations. Because the first practice requires the use of the relevant formation spirit essence blood, the only thing we can get is Bofu's essence blood.
…”
"This is indeed a key point." The commissioner of the Three-Forked Sword nodded thoughtfully, smoked half of the cigarette in one breath, and then took a deep breath: "At first, Hilda wanted to get Thomas to practice the second-level battle formation.
, it’s stuck here... Otherwise, maybe your current practical class teacher will be me, hahaha... Where did you get Bofu’s essence and blood?"
This time, it was Zheng Qing who answered him.
"Qingqiu Mansion."
The young public-sponsored student had already realized that this was no ordinary 'fan meeting'. His voice was a little nervous and he spoke quickly: "Member Su from Qingqiu Mansion is the instructor of our selection competition. To her, she is a little bit Bo Fu."
Blood is not a precious magical material."
"But you should master the second-level battle formation before the trial, right?" Mr. Commissioner keenly caught a small contradiction and frowned: "As far as I know, this kind of battle formation does not take just a few days.
You can master it by practicing in one night, right?"
"You have many contacts with Qingqiu Mansion, not just this time."
Xiao Xiao patched it up for Zheng Qing: "Last Christmas, when we were preparing the pumpkin cart for the school to use for the holiday, we helped out at the mansion...otherwise, Councilor Su would not easily agree to our request this time."
"Sorry, it's a professional habit." The pudgy wizard smoked the cigarette in one gulp, rubbed it, and wiped off the dust between his fingers on his robe. His eyes glanced at the almost empty classroom: "...That lady is also sorry.
A member of Sin, I remember her name is Jiang Yu?"
Maybe I heard my name.
In the classroom, the witch raised her head in confusion and glanced at the door.
Zheng Qing smiled at her, shook his head to indicate that it was okay, and then turned to look at Andrew with a serious expression: "If you have any questions, you can ask directly. There is no need to beat around the bush, beat around the bush, or disturb every one of my team members...
We are not your prisoners."
He used honorifics.
This is not polite, but a sign of unfamiliarity.
"He's a bit like the captain of the 'Super Hunting Team'." The chubby commissioner first praised Zheng Qing, and then sighed sadly: "There are no prisoners, just a casual chat... If something really happens,
It's time you received a subpoena from Dan Hager...Young men, you are just too sensitive."
"Really?" Zheng Qing looked at him suspiciously.
"Yes."
Andrew nodded affirmatively, looked up at the boy, and suddenly laughed: "Think about last year, the first time I saw you, you followed Thomas, like a little quail that had just left the nest... Now you can face it maturely
All this... Just like the saying goes, 'If you jump on the dragon's back, be prepared for a bump on the dragon's back'... The life of a wizard is so unpredictable."
He seemed to be summarizing, but also seemed to be reminding.
Before Zheng Qing came to his senses, the fat wizard waved goodbye: "Sorry, I took up so much of your time and made you smell the smoke for a long time... To be honest, I don't think you will be in any trouble.
…But that’s what my job is—walking around and talking to people.”
Zheng Qing doesn’t think that Sancha Sword’s job is just ‘chatting’.
He looked at his companions, all of whom had serious expressions - there was nothing worse than a black eye.
"I'll ask my brother." Zhang Jixin nodded, turned and left.
"I'm going to the school newspaper editorial office to have a look." Fatty Xin was no longer in the mood to eat snacks.
Xiao Xiao patted Zheng Qing on the shoulder: "I'll go back and burn a piece of turtle shell... But I thought about the three-pronged sword's eucalyptus, even if I burn all the turtle shells I saved, it shouldn't be a big deal.
."
Zheng Qing glanced at the bamboo slips in his arms.
"What's the matter?" Jiang Yu walked out of the classroom and looked at the other people leaving in surprise: "I see you guys have been standing at the door for a while, why did you all leave as soon as I came out...Who was that just now?
?”
"A friend came to ask for an autograph album."
Zheng Qing was smiling, standing at the window and looking down, and saw the short and fat figure of the Three-Forked Sword Commissioner leaving the teaching building, passing through the small garden, and finally disappearing at an uninhabited corner.
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ps, just because of this jealousy, I made this dumpling~——I mean, compared with the emotions, I care more about the dialogue between the characters_(:3」∠)_