"This is not right, that is not right either... In your eyes, does the whole world seem wrong? Your mentality makes me suspect that you suffer from persecution delusion, and you always feel that others want to harm you."
"I didn't mean that..."
"No, you do. You look up and see a crow, and you think something is wrong with it, and it is a bad omen; you pull out a tarot card, and you feel that something is wrong with it, and it is a bad omen; you go to see a great wizard, and you feel that something is wrong with her...
Just bury your head in the snow and think about it, is there really that much wrong with this world?"
"There is no snow this season..."
"It has nothing to do with whether there is snow or not! That's a metaphor! In Malloy's words, distorted people see the world in a distorted way... I mean, is it possible that the person who is wrong is you?"
Xiao Xiao and Fatty Xin walked on either side of Zheng Qing, talking to each other and criticizing the new idea that Zheng Qing had just opened his mind to. After coming out of the Cherry Blossom Tavern, he immediately expressed the deepest feelings in his heart.
I told my two companions uneasily.
However, both the doctor and the fat man sneered at his anxiety.
Zheng Qing could understand this - if he were to put himself in another person's shoes, if he were Fatty Xin, after listening to his blabbering these past few days, he would also wonder if he was seriously ill.
"I didn't say that what's wrong with Senior Colma has something to do with those crows," Zheng Qing tried to think through his thoughts and emphasized: "I just think her current state is a bit weird, a bit unlike her before...
"
"It certainly doesn't look like it."
Xiao Xiao adjusted her glasses and hit the mark: "She used to be just an ordinary school student, not even a registered wizard. Now she is a great wizard, and she is in the stage of rapid accumulation after becoming a great wizard.
Every moment, even every minute, she is undergoing transformation... She is not 'somewhat unlike' her before, but 'very unlike' her before."
This also makes sense.
But Zheng Qing still felt that this 'difference' was subtly different from the 'difference' he felt.
Just when he was deep in thought, Fatty Xin patted him on the shoulder and comforted him: "Don't think so much. I think you are mentally disturbed just because of those messy rumors and the homework of thirty or so classes a week."
The pressure is a bit high... I’m thinking too much and I’m out of breath. Keep at it, and by the end of this semester, you won’t have so many worries.”
Zheng Qing expressed doubts about this.
"It's the twenty-eighth class."
In the end, he did not continue to discuss his ideas with his two companions, but chose a mistake that would never lead to a dispute and corrected it: "I now have twenty-eight classes a week."
This was the first time he had to correct this small problem.
The fat wizard grabbed his shoulders and pushed him towards a small stall on the street: "Yes, yes, you only need to attend twenty-eight classes a week... Studying so hard must be a waste of your eyes. I'll give it to you."
Can you recommend a snack exclusive to the North District to help you replenish your eyes so that you don’t see anything wrong?”
While they were talking, the three of them had already stopped in front of the small stall.
The appearance of the small stalls in the North District is completely different from that of other districts in Beta Town: the vendors in the North District rarely have fixed stores. Most of them push small stalls made of wood. The stalls have no names and have oil paper on them.
Umbrella, there are at most a few charms on it to keep away dust, rain and wind. It is hung under a string of locust wood beads, spinning around, looking like it will run away at any time.
The customers in the North District are similar to these small vendors and have little money. Unlike the customers in the East or West District, they need to sit in a warm and comfortable shop to enjoy delicious food, and after the meal they need attentive service from the tooth-picking elf.
Even the wizards in the North District rarely carry gold beans in their pockets when shopping. The most popular currency in this area is copper coins.
Therefore, when Fatty Xin boldly threw a golden bean in front of this small stall, not only the stall owner, but also the passers-by who passed by looked sideways.
However, when they saw the bright red robes on the three young wizards, their faces showed a bit of understanding, and then they looked at the stall owner with envy - everyone in the North District knew that the guests of the academy were the best.
Fat sheep.
"Are you worried that you have too much money and want to be slaughtered as a fat sheep?"
Zheng Qing tilted his face and leaned into the fat wizard's ear. His lips moved slightly, and his tone was a little helpless: "You are such a golden bean, you can buy his stall."
Xin patted him on the shoulder.
"You don't understand this."
He squeezed the corners of his mouth outward, and the fat on his cheeks trembled happily. His voice was also not loud: "I am using this golden bean to tell the stall owner that I only eat the best, and don't use the ones he sells to other people in the North District.
Dirty things fool me..."
For fat people who have always called themselves "gourmets", it doesn't matter how much they spend on food, but whether the food is good or not is important.
The luster of the golden bean aroused the stall owner's enthusiasm. He bent down and took out a half-foot-tall brown urn from the hidden compartment of the cart, as well as three clean celadon small bowls.
, then took off the gourd hanging on his waist, unplugged the stopper, and poured three bowls of red sauce into three small bowls.
Zheng Qing could see clearly that for other customers, the stall owner directly used a wooden spoon to scoop soup into the large wooden bucket above - he could easily tell the difference between the two just by looking at the color of the soup.
"What is this?" Zheng Qing sniffed and smelled a slightly sour and sweet smell.
"Sheep eye juice."
Fatty Xin said a name that sounded scary: "It is a delicacy originating from the werewolf tribe on the Mongolian Plateau. It is generally used by their witch doctors to treat the sequelae of the moon or hangovers, headaches, gout, etc... It is very useful to us.
In other words, it also has some sorting magic effect."
"I've heard of this kind of thing."
Xiao Xiao on the other side adjusted his glasses, with a hint of realization on his face: "It is said that the sheep's eyes are soaked in tomato juice... The taste is different depending on the sheep's eyes. Among them, the eyeballs marinated with herbs are the most popular.
Yes, it is also the safest to eat; many people like to eat it raw or cooked..."
Zheng Qing swallowed quietly - just hearing the name of this snack made him feel physically uncomfortable.
At the same time, the stall owner also opened the small brown urn, scooped out six pickled black and white eyes, and slowly put them into small celadon bowls, two in each bowl.
The remaining blood threads on the eyes were clearly defined. As soon as they entered the soup, those blood threads spread out in all directions like jellyfish tentacles. Zheng Qing could even faintly hear the sound of them slurping up the soup. Soon, he was full.
The bloodshot eyes curled up lazily and retracted around the sheep's eyeballs, while a few eyeballs rolled in the soup. Finally, they turned to the three guests and stared at them motionless, like dead fish.