Many boys growing up in modern society have had the "heroic fantasy" of holding long and short guns, wandering around, and sometimes doing heroic acts.
For example, the railway guerrillas riding big maroon horses climbed the speeding train with their bare hands; another example was the armed workers behind enemy lines holding bastard boxes, quietly entering watchtowers and blowing up bunkers; and others wearing tattered felt hats and carrying weapons on their shoulders.
Winchester rifles, Western cowboys with Colt revolvers on their waists, driving hundreds of fat cattle, fighting Indians with feathers on their heads for three hundred rounds in the wilderness, and so on, etc. Boys
Deep down in our hearts, we have always fantasized about heroic deeds of one kind or another, and imagined that one day we could become a hero.
Zheng Qing is no exception.
He originally thought that after entering the wizarding world, this dream would gradually fade away with the magical reality, but he did not expect that happiness would come so suddenly - two months after entering college, he had his own gun.
Although it was not a gunpowder gun, but just a magic gun. But this did not affect Zheng Qing's feeling of a dream come true after inserting the gun into his waist.
"It's truly a magical world." The young public-funded student touched the revolver on his waist and sighed softly.
"What did you say?" Dr. Duzem seemed not to understand what he just said.
"I mean, do I need to submit any application materials to use this rune gun?" Zheng Qing immediately corrected his question: "Is there any qualification restrictions... such as a gun license?"
"Do you still need a 'library certificate' to use the Dharma Book?" Dr. Duzem replied in a sullen voice: "Theoretically, the Dharma Book is more threatening than your rune gun... It is not someone who maintains social stability.
These are not some restrictive laws, but the reverence for the law in every wizard’s heart.”
While chatting, the doctor quickly checked the elves with silver needles and other tools. From time to time, he also commanded the quill floating in the air to make some notes.
"I am in awe of the law." The young public-funded student immediately stated his position.
The witch who was standing by the window playing with the caged oriole couldn't help laughing when she heard this.
"What a wizard should fear is not the law, but the unknown." Jiang Yu stretched his body, looked up at the darkening sky outside the window, and repeated briskly: "Only the unknown is worthy of awe."
"These are two different things." The young public-funded student muttered, chewing on the word 'unknown', and suddenly he was stunned. He remembered what he saw when he just entered the door, and his eyes couldn't help but slide over the kun bag hanging on the witch's wrist.
Then he frowned, his thoughts gradually shifted away from the gift he had just received, and he hesitated whether to discuss the small bottle of medicinal solution with Jiang Yu.
Although depending on the situation, the witch seemed reluctant to let him know about it. But since he had guessed it, he felt that he had an obligation to say something if there was a chance.
Of course, these words are not suitable to be said in front of Dr. Duzem.
In this way, with a lot of words to talk about, Zheng Qing finally started talking until the doctor finished examining the elves and the two young wizards left the Abnormal Life Research Institute.
"Well, thank you for the gift." He first sincerely thanked Jiang Yu for the gift.
"You don't have to be so polite...you have already said thank you five times." A helpless smile appeared on the witch's face: "If you really want to thank me, then give me some better amulets."
"It's necessary!" Zheng Qing nodded fiercely, but then emphasized: "It's just that my level is limited, and the talisman I drew cannot be compared with the gun you gave me..."
As he spoke, he patted his gray cloth bag. The box containing the revolver and rune gun had been safely placed in the deepest part of the bag, stacked with the small rosewood box containing the jade coins.
Jiang Yu smiled and shook his head, saying nothing.
For a moment, the two of them fell into silence with nothing to say.
Seeing that the alley was getting shorter and shorter, he was about to reach the end and enter the pedestrian street. Zheng Qing finally couldn't help it, stood up, and reached out to stop the witch beside him.
Jiang Yu stopped, tilted her head, and looked at the wizard in surprise.
The young public-funded student took a deep breath and asked directly: "Are you planning to practice transfiguration?"
The witch was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously touched the Kun bag hanging on her wrist. After a moment of hesitation, she asked: "Why do you say that?"
She didn't deny it, but she didn't admit it either.
Zheng Qing suddenly became more confident.
"Guess." He did not give in, but quickly explained his reasons to the witch: "You know, I have always had headaches before. After school started, Lao Yao took me for an examination at the school hospital.
, and then consulted with other professors, and finally judged that my headache was caused by the 'overactive mind force field', which caused the body's stress response caused by information disturbance... Well, this concept is a bit difficult to pronounce."
"In short, the treatment plan that the professors finally determined for me was the 'Transformation Technique'."
"Through deformation and then reducing the degree of information disturbance, this also involves a certain unfamous conjecture - any disaster, after it cannot be traced back to the target life form, will continue to collapse in magnitude until it is eliminated."
Saying so many words in one breath made the young public-funded student a little thirsty. Fortunately, it was almost evening and it was early winter, so the weather was much cooler, so it didn't make him too thirsty.
Jiang Yu folded her arms and stared at Zheng Qing silently. The young wizard who stared straight at him felt uncomfortable all over, and then burst into laughter.
"Actually, you don't need to explain all the causes and consequences." The witch tilted her head, smoothed her hair, and chuckled: "Didn't Professor Yao and the others ask you to keep this matter a secret?"
Zheng Qing scratched his head and said happily: "I didn't sign a silence agreement anyway... I guess he allowed me to tell my friends about this."
The witch stopped smiling and stretched out her hand in front of the wizard.
"Bring it here."
"What?" Zheng Qing was a little dazed.
"Notes!" The witch raised her eyebrows: "When you say so much, don't you mean that you have a lot of experience in transfiguration and can teach me?"
"Oh, this is no problem." Zheng Qing nodded repeatedly and quickly took out his transfiguration notes from the gray cloth bag. These information were recorded during Professor Yi's private lectures he attended every Tuesday night.
But before he handed the note to Jiang Yu, the wizard hesitated.
"If you don't mind," he considered his words and asked carefully: "Can you tell me what you want to do by practicing Transfiguration?... Actually, according to the plan, we can also learn it in our senior year.
These courses.”
"Catch the murderer." Jiang Yu grabbed the notes in Zheng Qing's hand, stuffed them into his bag, raised his chin slightly, and said firmly: "Since the school is unwilling to seriously catch the murderer, then I can only find a way on my own.