When Zheng Qing ran out of breath to the lakeside pier in his courtyard robe, there were already many figures gathered here.
Red, white, blue, yellow, gray, black, six colors of robes are scattered messily on the dark green lawn, reflecting the blue-black lake in the distance, like a slowly unfolding picture scroll.
Zheng Qing squinted his eyes, trying to find familiar faces.
Soon, he saw Lin Guo next to the old man Verne.
They stood almost in the center of all the wizards, with several black-robed assistants standing next to them.
"I borrowed it, I borrowed it." Zheng Qing apologized repeatedly, squeezed through the crowd, and came to the old school worker with sweat all over his body.
The old school janitor had his back turned to him and was listening to the argument between several assistant teachers with a sullen expression.
"Is there a mistake?!" Hilda's voice sounded anxious: "Is it a little too hasty to call the patrol so hastily? These students..."
As he spoke, he waved his hand back forcefully, covering many figures including Zheng Qing.
"These students, are you ready?" His face was a little red, and there were thin beads of sweat hanging on the tip of his nose. The brass nose ring reflected a blurry spot on the wing of his nose.
"This is First University, and they are students of First University." Thomas stood under the shadow of the old school worker, which made his presence a little weak. On the contrary, his speech was firm and fierce, like a cone.
In the bag, the dull atmosphere in the venue was instantly broken: "If the patrol team can't even handle this kind of thing, can the wizarding world expect us to do anything else?"
This kind of rhetoric is already very harsh.
Even Hilda, who strongly opposed it, closed her mouth and remained silent.
"What are they arguing about?" Zheng Qing leaned close to Lin Guo's ear and asked in a low voice: "Why did they summon us?"
Lin Guo was still carrying his small schoolbag on his shoulders. Hearing the words, he did not speak, but just made a quiet gesture to indicate to Zheng Qing to listen.
Zheng Qing kept his mouth shut and listened carefully to their argument while carefully adjusting the position of his belt.
He was running a little hastily just now, and his robe was a little crooked.
"The time in that area has been drained, it's true," a gentle voice took over, bridging the gap between the teaching assistants: "Professor Yi just sent a message. He, Professor Li and Monte
Professor Leah has sealed off the scene."
Zheng Qing's eyes quickly swept over the tall assistant coach, but he didn't see his face clearly. He only noticed his gray hair and smooth forehead.
"Did you catch it?" Hilda asked hurriedly: "Brother Yu, what did the professors say?"
"Same as old man Verne's previous speculation," the tall wizard known as Brother Yu nodded slightly to the old school worker to show respect: "Except for some traces eroded by time, they did not leave even a single afterbirth.
Down."
"Ho ho ho," the old school worker raised his chin and laughed gruffly: "You will have experience after seeing this kind of thing a few times... You are still young, so you failed to catch their tail.
.”
The meaning contained in this sentence is very rich.
The eyes of several assistant teachers in black robes tightened and they immediately turned to the old man.
"What do you mean?" Although Hilda was still the first to speak hurriedly, she added the honorific knowingly: "You always catch their tails?"
Old Man Verne did not speak, but reached into the pocket of his gray robe, took out a transparent glass bottle, and held it up.
The glass bottle is only about the size of a thumb, with a wide mouth and a big belly. It is sealed with a red cork and has several thin ribbons painted with talismans on the bottle neck.
The bottle contains many transparent particles the size of rice grains.
Under the sunlight, these transparent particles shine with fascinating seven-color light.
"Although May is old, he has four legs and can run faster than me. Catch some of their cubs." The old man said, reaching into his arms again, taking out a piece of dark bacon and handing it to
An old hunting dog lying on the ground.
The old hunting dog grunted with satisfaction, rolled his tongue, and rolled the palm-sized piece of meat into his belly.
Zheng Qing stared blankly at those lights, and suddenly felt a sense of satisfaction, as if his life was complete in an instant.
He knew that this feeling was very wrong, but he didn't know what was wrong.
"What is this?" a voice in the crowd exclaimed.
Obviously, he was not the only one to notice the anomaly.
"The pet of Kronos, the eyesore of the Candle Dragon, the illegitimate son of Helios and Selene." Hilda stared at the glass bottle, as if reciting a poem, and sang: "Shuhuye, choowuye, creature
It’s the difference between life and death.”
Chronos, Helios, Selene, these names are difficult to pronounce, as if they are tongue twisters, Zheng Qing has no impression of them.
However, he still knows a little about Zhulong.
Legend has it that it is an ancient dragon that lives in the north. It is thousands of miles long and has countless lifespans. When it opens its eyes, it is day, when it closes its eyes, it is night. When it blows, it is winter. When it exhales, it is summer. Some people call it a candle.
Jiuyin.
As for the shadow of Zhulong, Zheng Qing curled his lips, how could he know such obscure information.
Maybe there is this information in Xiao Xiao's notebook.
However, Dr. Xiao Da was meditating on a new love poem in his dormitory at this time, and had no interest in coming to the lakeside to work hard at noon.
"Why can't you speak human language?" Zheng Qing glanced at the teaching assistant with lowered eyelids, cursing in his heart.
As if he heard everyone's thoughts, the old man Verne explained from the side: "This is the egg of a magical creature. This magical creature has an amazing connection with time. It makes a living by absorbing the time of other creatures and is robbed.
Creatures that lose time will age quickly... so they are also called the 'Shadow of the God of Time' by ancient magicians."
Zheng Qing's eyes widened. He had already guessed the meaning behind the old man's words.
"Theoretically, this kind of magical creature should live very deep in the Silent Forest, far away from wizards." Thomas added next to him: "But today at noon, in our college, in the center of wizard activities, we discovered their activities
Mark of."
"If there are no accidents, the recent attack on magical creatures by Lake Linzhong can be closed." Hilda ended her explanation with a straightforward sentence: "It is very possible... almost certain that they are the murderers.
.”
Suddenly there was a gasp in the crowd.
The noisy noise erupted in an instant, and everyone tried to push forward, hoping to get a closer look at the murderer.
"What are their names!"
"These eggs look so beautiful. Can they be bought in the market?"
"Did the murderer escape?"
"What is our mission? Is it to catch the murderer?"
"How terrible! I don't want to grow old!"
Old man Verne helplessly raised the wooden stick in his hand and paused viciously on the ground.
"Buzz..."
The stone pavement underfoot seemed to turn into quicksand in an instant, and the swarming students became unsteady and fell to the ground.
"Quiet!" the old school worker shouted gruffly: "Keep discipline!"
The crowd immediately became much more orderly.
"Maybe many students don't know this kind of thing," the old man looked at everyone with a serious expression: "But it doesn't matter. Professor Dorag from the Institute of Magical Creatures will give you some simple training later."
"Your mission is to follow May after the training and go deep into the woods to find the source of these 'eggs'."
"Only by finding their nest can this chaos end."
"Remember its name..."
"Satsuki!"
This chapter has been completed!