If you want to use a more elegant word to describe the relationship between the wizard and the fish-man, then the word "mutual light" is the most suitable one.
To put it in more straightforward terms, it means ‘mutual contempt’.
To wizards, the murlocs are just an inconspicuous episode in the long history of magic. They are ugly, violent, and poorly civilized. Apart from some brute strength, their mastery of magic skills is almost zero. So much so.
Some radical wizards once threatened that if the Wizarding Code had not designated reservations for these alien life forms, perhaps today's young wizards would only be able to visit this incompetent race in tall glass bottles filled with formalin.
To the fish people, wizards are just a part of many terrestrial life forms. In their eyes, everything on the land is mud, and only fish people are flesh and blood made of water. The wisdom in the water is naturally noble, so
When they see turbid things, they always feel a sense of superiority from the bottom of their hearts.
Zheng Qing has never been able to understand why the stinky fishmen think they are flesh and blood made of water.
But this did not prevent him from judging the atmosphere in the forest glade.
The tallest fish-man held his head high, folded his arms, and slowly pumped his biceps, as if he wanted to mock the several short wizards in front of him with contemptuous eyes.
It's just that the round fish eyes make it difficult to express rich connotations by adjusting the height of the eyelids, and its high head makes its eyes look duller.
The fat wizard opposite seemed to completely ignore its many actions.
"trade."
Facing these foul-smelling fish-men, the fat wizard obviously lost interest in talking and just uttered these two words in a low tone.
The fishman leader curled his lips in boredom, and the fins on his back swung from side to side.
Behind them, two fishmen took heavy steps, grabbed four packages and threw them in front of the black-robed wizards.
"Wow!"
The package hit the lawn and scattered with a crash.
Zheng Qing's eyes widened.
Wet schoolbags, torn notes, herbs in glass bottles, crucibles with mud, even wooden combs with broken handles, chipped mortars, bald brushes, etc., almost all students fell into the classroom.
You can see all the objects in Zhonghu here.
These sundries were scattered all over the floor along with the loose furoshiki, and rolled away in pieces. Under the reflection of the moonlight, they showed a somewhat decadent atmosphere.
"Bastard!" A black-robed wizard was obviously not angry with the arrogant attitude of the fish people. He roared and opened the Dharma book in his arms. The pages of the book rattled and a milky white halo rose from the Dharma book.
The dorsal fins of the murlocs opened almost at the same time, and they cautiously took a step back. The tall murloc in the lead looked silently at the fat wizard standing among the three of them. The fins on his back trembled slightly, reflecting the disturbing moonlight.
color.
"Come back." The fat wizard lowered his head to look at the debris and shouted in a deep voice.
The wizard who opened the book did not hesitate and immediately returned to his original position.
"Don't complain about my companion's bad temper." The fat wizard whispered in a hoarse voice: "If we hadn't cooperated for a long time, I would have been unhappy... these rags... you are just asking for food.
Of?"
As he spoke, he raised his head and looked at the fishman opposite.
Because he raised his head, his hood slid down a little, and in the moonlight, Zheng Qing could clearly see a broad chin.
The fat wizard's accusation made the fish people a little uneasy.
The leading fish man waved his dorsal fin to stop the commotion among the tribesmen.
"...hiss...nowadays freshmen are very careful...hiss...one of my warriors was almost hit by someone using 'Beifeng Qiliang' when he was 'picking up things'...hiss..." with the other end
Compared with the probing murlocs, the leader's expressive ability was obviously more proficient: "...those new students... hiss... even dare to compete with the fish-men... hiss... to test their strength... hiss..."
It can be seen that this incident left a very deep impression on the fish people, so much so that it gasped much more frequently when describing this incident.
"In any case, the quality of this batch of goods is too low." The fat wizard shook his head and gave a price.
The murlocs are obviously unhappy with the price, but they don't seem to be very familiar with bargaining.
The Fat Wizard is very insistent on his prices.
The forest glade fell into an eerie silence for a while.
"Ah! Bugs!"
A scream broke the silence in the venue.
The black-robed wizard and the fish-man turned their heads almost simultaneously and looked at the tall bodhi tree not far away.
"There's someone!" a black-robed wizard shouted and immediately opened the book in his hand.
Several fishmen even opened their dorsal fins at the same time.
Zheng Qing's head buzzed, and he turned to look at the little boy next to him angrily.
Lin Guo seemed to have just realized his mistake and was covering his mouth with both hands in panic.
"You still need to exercise more." Old Man Verne didn't seem to be dissatisfied at all. He just grunted, stretched out his hand and rubbed the little boy's head vigorously, and then strode towards the forest clearing, waving the wooden stick in his hand.
He yelled: "Patrol, don't move!"
But it was too late.
At the same time as Lin Guo's screams sounded, the wizards shrouded in black robes in the field immediately ran away. They waved their sleeves without disturbing a single leaf.
And those fish-men who looked a little stupid got into the forest and fled in all directions with agility that was beyond everyone's expectations.
All the guests on the lawn disappeared in the blink of an eye.
The breeze blowing from the lake quietly blew through the treetops, causing the leaves to collide with each other and make a rustling sound.
The cold moonlight fell on the forest glade, seeming to coat the grass with a layer of silver.
Zheng Qing moved his somewhat stiff legs and feet and followed the old man to the open space. Looking at the scattered "goods", his mind was a little lost.
Just ran away? He scratched his head, always feeling a little funny.
"If you catch a fishman, you will be rewarded with three credits. The leader of the fishmen will get five credits." Old Man Verne looked around and promised a large reward simply: "If you can't catch it, you can successfully entangle it before others arrive.
It can also award one credit."
Zheng Qing's breathing immediately became rapid.
"The fishmen are very fierce." Lin Guo whispered.
"Hold on to your canes, those beasts don't dare to attack you." The old man waved his hands nonchalantly: "If you have small gadgets such as suppression charms on hand, you can kill ten of these smelly fish far away from the lake.
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As he said that, he glanced at Zheng Qing with a meaningful look.
Zheng Qing did not notice this scrutinizing gaze.
Hearing the clattering sound coming from the depths of the woods, he almost immediately took out his gray cloth bag and began to rummage through the paulownia wood box for a suitable talisman.
This chapter has been completed!