The sky is very clean.
The few clouds were also gathered together under the spell of the wizard on duty at the astrology monitor, sometimes turning into sheep, sometimes turning into rabbits, and sometimes the logos of certain merchants' shops were pinched out according to the level of their investment and hung on the endless sky.
The blue sky floats slowly.
On the hunting ground, the flags of dozens of official hunting teams were flapping in the breeze, while the flags of the four colleges and the First University were fluttering in the wind higher up.
The wide space in the center of the hunting ground belongs to the hunting team and the demons, but now this area is shrouded in heavy gray-white mist. The hunting team, the demons, and even the staff cannot be seen.
There were only masses of rolling mist, condensed with various forms of strange beasts, wandering and fighting among them.
The stands around the hunting ground belong to the students of First University and spectators from outside the school.
There are wooden seats lined up in rows, with small rattans hanging on the backs of the seats. On the rattans, among the blooming morning trumpets, the classic song "Going to the Hunting Ground" from the hunting competition is being sung. The singer is a famous singer in the wizarding world.
Bailing Witch, it is said that she is the first living wizard to master the soul sound of Mang Mountain, so her songs can always make people immersive and have endless aftertaste.
However, the singer encountered an unexpected situation at a concert in Calcutta some time ago and was ill, so he did not come to the venue in person today. He just mailed a bag of morning glory seeds containing many classic hunting songs to the school hunting party organizing committee.
I have to admit that the singing from the morning glory seems to really touch the soul and make people intoxicated.
But the young public-funded student did not forget his purpose, so he tried hard to block out the moving music in his ears, forcibly cheered up, and looked at the silent figures on the podium.
Compared with the seats of ordinary spectators around it, the seats on the rostrum are somewhat protruding and much higher. A huge red curtain wraps the entire rostrum, and the fine gold and silver talismans on the curtain shine brightly, emitting colorful colors.
of halo.
Under the sun, Zheng Qing almost felt like he saw strong energy flowing slowly between the curtains.
Energy has always been the defining element of identity, at all times.
People with great supernatural powers and high energy will naturally obtain a high position; and a higher position and a wider field of vision will naturally make it easier to capture energy - the two have always complemented each other.
For the wizarding world, the First University is an obvious core of power.
Therefore, the 'College Cup' hunting party she holds will naturally attract many wizards with different identities to come to watch the ceremony and give blessings.
This is respect for the world.
Under the red curtain, there are five rows of black tables and chairs, increasing in number from bottom to top.
There are only three high-backed chairs in the first row, and the corresponding nameplates clearly indicate the owners of these chairs: the President of the First University, the Speaker of the Wizarding Council, and the Speaker of the Moon Council.
But now these three chairs are empty, and not a single big shot has appeared.
The chairs in the second row are shorter, but there are also many more.
From the center line to the left, they belong to the two vice presidents of First University, four college deans, several elders from the school working committee, and several honorary deans; to the right of the center line, they belong to the guests of First University: including the month
Members of the Lower Council, members of the Wizards' Council, representatives of the main institutions of the Wizards' Union, and ambassadors of other civilizations to the Wizards' Union.
There are already several figures sitting in this row. Su Shijun, the legendary most beautiful woman in the wizarding world, should also be sitting in this row, but the young public-funded student glanced at it several times, and even changed Lao Yao's pipe twice.
Tobacco, but never saw the legendary figure, and finally gave up in frustration.
However, while scanning, Zheng Qing discerned that one of the guests on the right side of the center line should be the ambassador of the 'multi-armed tribe' to the Wizards Alliance - after all, it had more arms, making it easy to judge.
Although he was very interested in these strange-looking aliens, the ancient shackles in his blood still gave full play to the requirements of 'look no evil'. Zheng Qing just glanced at the unrecognizable aliens shrouded in large robes.
After a few clear glances at the alien, he tried to move his eyes away and continued to look upward.
There are more chairs in the third row and the two rows behind, but they are still divided by the center line. The left side belongs to the vice presidents of the four colleges of the First University, as well as a group of senior professors and old school workers; the right side is still invited by the school.
The guests included many heads of famous wizard families, clan leaders, some distinguished guests from different civilizations, and even the captains of several famous hunting teams.
More than once, Zheng Qing heard the school witches screaming and calling out the names of the star hunters in the stands.
Even Zhang Jixin, who was a little out of his mind, talked with Fatty Xin about the possibility of climbing up to the podium to ask for the hunter's signature.
"With your drunken appearance, I'm afraid if you just touched those red curtains, you will be sent to the campus hospital to lie down for half a month." Zheng Qing looked at the two drunk men warningly, and emphasized: "Only
Based on my shallow knowledge of talismans, I have already seen more than 30 shocking combinations of runes on that curtain... Although it is not life-threatening, it will certainly cause some mental pain."
"More than thirty?" Xiao Xiao next to him bit his brush and muttered: "I only saw eleven..."
Zheng Qing raised the corners of his mouth slightly, trying his best to show an indifferent expression, and continued to warn in a cheerful voice: "Especially you... Elder Zhang... you are the main hunter of our hunting team. If you enter the hospital, for
To be on the safe side, we will definitely replace someone else to take this position...for example, Fatty would be good."
When Fatty Xin heard this, his brows were filled with joy, and he immediately clenched his fist and hammered his chest.
"No problem!" he howled: "As a mere master hunter, I can be a red-faced man, so can I... Don't you want the autograph of the captain of the Venus team? Go quickly, I'll watch your seat for you!"
The last sentence he said was to Zhang Jixin.
Zhang Jixin hit the fat man on the head with one slap.
"Driving me to the podium in such a hurry...do you want me to inherit the title of my master hunter after death?! Let me tell you, it's impossible! I won't let you do it even if I'm a ghost!"
"According to the provisions of Article 129 of the "Management Measures for the Hunting Team of the Wizards Alliance (Third Revised Edition)" of 1857, any ghost-like creature is prohibited from serving as a hunter in the hunting team - except for ghosts."
Next to him, Dr. Xiao Da silently opened his notebook and handed it to Zhang Jixin, reminding him: "So you must remember that if you die, you must not become a ghost... just become an earthbinder."
The red-faced wizard sniffed, squinted his eyes and looked carefully for a long time, and finally fell into Fatty Xin's arms, snoring like thunder.
This chapter has been completed!