Bad relationship.
It may be a personal vendetta, or it may be a public vendetta.
Zheng Qing has always been kind to others and rarely took the initiative to have quarrels or conflicts with others in school.
Strictly speaking, he only had a fight with Arthur Ness when he first entered the freshman year, had an argument with the murlocs of Linzhong Lake, and accidentally severely injured Serprano - if the scope of the conflict was not considered
Limited to his student status, he also had a brief conflict with Professor Trudeau, the 'world' of the Major Arcana sequence from 2006 to 2008.
Apart from this, he dared to raise Maodou's paw and swear that he had no other personal grudges.
As for those guys who secretly prick grass, draw circles and curse themselves, participate in bonfire parades and shout "Burn Zheng Qing," mail explosive charms and shouting letters to themselves, and always come to the door and shout for a duel, in Zheng Qing
In my heart, everything was classified as "public enmity".
The so-called public hatred naturally distinguishes between private hatred arising from personal interests.
Among them, the biggest and most widespread people who openly hate themselves are those who like Su Shijun - both wizards and witches. And referring to the grand occasion of the Halloween bonfire parade last year, Zheng Qing has reason to believe that those people have formed some kind of vague relationship.
Religious beliefs make Su Shijun an object of worship, and religious lunatics can do anything.
Zheng Qing would not be surprised at all if Li Meng suddenly came to his seat during class one day, reached out and took out a knife and stabbed it straight into his stomach.
"Your division between 'public enmity' and 'private enmity' is too arbitrary." Xiao Xiao sat cross-legged in his tent, stroking the crystal ball in his arms, complaining about his roommate's analysis: "Just like Li Meng, if
She actually stabbed you with a knife one day. I suspect it was not necessarily out of 'public enmity', but more likely 'private enmity'."
Pfft.
In the tent opposite the desk, the fat wizard who was petting his cat couldn't help but make a sound of laughter.
Zheng Qing immediately remembered Li Meng's other identity besides being a fan of Su Shijun, and suddenly had a long face. He hurried back to the dormitory from the Seven Deadly Sins conference room tonight, not wanting to listen to the ridicule of his companions, but hoping that they could
Help yourself to think about who among your classmates might be one of the seven devils.
"in addition,"
Xiao Xiao raised his head, adjusted his glasses, looked at the black cat squatting on the desk, and said with a slightly stronger tone: "You still have a 'private grudge', maybe you have forgotten it because of the passage of time... Andrew Taylor, do you remember?"
"
"Remember, Taylor's little wolf cub?"
The black cat tilted his head, and the image of the short, fat wizard covered in jewels from Alpha Academy immediately appeared in his mind, with an inexplicable look on his face: "We have a pretty good relationship with him, right? When Duke Milton went to D&K to run wild, didn't he help us?"
Are you busy? He seems to be the captain of the Ouroboros Hunting Team now... Well, I see, you mean, he has a good relationship with Soprano, so it's possible..."
"When you are discharged from the hospital in the afternoon, you should ask the therapist to prescribe some 'Buffy Brain Refreshers' for you." The fortune teller interrupted someone's imagination and calmly mocked the black cat: "If you have a little memory, you can
Don’t forget that Andrew Taylor used a thorn-effect ring to prick you until you bled during a practical lesson.”
Zheng Qing really forgot about it before Xiao Xiao reminded her.
Just like he had long forgotten whether his fingernails had barbs a few months ago, and whether his breakfast was tofu or soy milk a few days ago. For him who first entered the wizarding world more than a year ago, it was a prick on his finger.
Bleeding, a very common thing in Bai Ding's world, did not leave a deep impression on him.
Perhaps only people who grew up in the wizarding world would pay special attention to this kind of thing.
"Ah! Oh oh!"
The black cat opened its eyes wide, howled for a long time, and shook its ears thoughtfully: "So, you mean, is it possible that Andrew Taylor is one of those devils? Who do you think it could be? 'Gluttony'
Beelzebub? As a pig, it is indeed similar in stature to Andrew... But the other one, 'Rage' Samael, transformed into a wolf that looked more like a dog. In a sense, it is related to Andrew's 'blood'
'Closer."
The doctor silently listened to the black cat's nagging analysis and slowly turned the crystal ball.
After a while, he shook his head slightly.
"There are not enough clues to calculate accurate candidates at all, and even vague candidates are difficult to delineate." As he spoke, he wrapped the crystal ball in a blanket and stretched out: "If there is no other nonsense,
Just go back to your tent as soon as possible... Aren't you going on a long trip tomorrow?"
The black cat glanced out the window melancholy.
Tomorrow, Saturday, I am going to go hunting in the spring at Shanglinyuan. Just thinking about it makes my paws numb.
But before it could speak, the fat wizard's voice came from behind.
"Remember to take some internal photos of Shanglin Garden for me... It would be better if you are willing to write an article about Shanglin Garden's spring hunting. The school newspaper has not published such articles for a long time." Fatty Xin poked his head out of the tent.
He came out and his eyes fell on the plate on the desk: "Also, what are you going to do with the blood?"
He was referring to the amber on the plate.
As the "culprit" of the Seven Deadly Sins, Zheng Qing was responsible for the settlement work related to the task, so the two ambers and several balls of snot paper were brought back to the dormitory by him.
Xiao Xiao also raised his voice slightly and solemnly reminded his roommate: "It's one thing for you to hide your identity and join that secret society to find out information. It's another thing to give your blood to a strange wizard who doesn't know the details..."
"Am I that stupid?"
The black cat rolled his eyes, put his paws into the plate, fiddled with the two ambers, and pressed one of them: "These hairs are of no use. When you melt the amber, you can just burn them. But
This mass of blood..."
His voice slowly dropped.
This blood seems to have other effects.
At the beginning of the year, Zheng Qing became the 'arms supplier' of the Trident Sword, providing blood rune bullets, five of which were provided every month. Each bullet was worth 150 jade coins, and he could earn 750 jade coins per month. In early March
He has already handed in the talisman bullet, but he has not yet drawn the next month's talisman. The blood in the amber now can at least support him to draw a talisman.
One talisman is equivalent to one hundred and fifty jade coins, which can be used to offset your losses.
After all, after secretly intercepting the materials handed over by the devils, he had to pay enough money out of his own pocket to give those devils enough reward. According to the reward offered by the mysterious client, the less than ten milliliters of blood in the amber could be exchanged for a hundred jade at most.
coins, Zheng Qing more than made up for it with the income from talisman bullets.
As for whether the three-pronged sword can detect the subtle differences between the talismans drawn by "old blood" and "fresh blood", it is not within the scope of Zheng Qing's concern.
Which talisman gun cannot fire a few duds in its lifetime?
This chapter has been completed!