There was one thing in the world that Zheng Qing lived in before he was eighteen years old—let’s call it the scientific world—that he admired very much. That was the emphasis on logic and seeking truth from facts in everything.
For example, there are undulating white or blue-green flames floating over the cemetery late at night. Based on their properties and composition, we can judge that those are just spontaneous combustion reactions of phosphine with a low ignition point in a normal temperature environment.
Another example is when mountaineers encounter an avalanche in a mountain at an altitude of 6,000 meters. Geologists will tell you that it is because the internal cohesion of the snow is in a stalemate with gravity and is interfered by external forces, such as rolling stones and vibrations in footsteps.
, wind noise, etc., the external pressure exceeds the cohesive force, eventually leading to an avalanche.
Or maybe there is a secret room murder case in a private club. The police carefully investigate the scene, carefully check the video, and after thinking hard, they can always use the residual water stains on the scene, the locked windows and doors, and the calm waiters to deduce a clever solution.
But a very reasonable way to kill.
However, this set of procedures does not work so well in the wizarding world, which is the world where Zheng Qing currently lives.
Because this is a world with magic.
In the magical world, the white or blue-green flames floating over the cemetery late at night may be ghosts wearing contact lenses wandering around; there is an avalanche on the top of the mountain, it may be giants dueling for the position of leader, or a snowman because
Shaggy got hung up on a branch and was throwing a tantrum; and there are more possibilities for secret room murder cases - curses, potions, witchcraft, decapitation, nightmares, etc. - even if he has entered the wizarding world for less than half a year.
Zheng Qing can list a lot of similar methods.
That's a very bad thing about the wizarding world - its eternal uncertainty.
You never know how far apart the result you infer is from the truth.
Of course, there are still many bad places in the wizarding world. Just like the walls and floors of old houses, there are always evil-loving molds that cannot be cleaned away. From time to time, a pearl-colored ghost appears in the house of a dead person. For example,
When you are one hundred and eighty years old, you finally kill your old enemy and come home from his grave, only to see that he can still beat you up in your twelve-year-old elementary school graduation photo.
It's very sad when I think about it.
But everything has two sides. The uncertainty of the conclusion certainly increases the difficulty of decision-making, but it also reduces the difficulty of finding answers in a certain way - when faced with any difficult-to-understand or unanswerable questions, you just have to
Just shrug, spread your hands, and say, "That's magic." That's fine.
Just like now.
The group of elves raised by Zheng Qing obviously had a big problem with their bodies. Theoretically speaking, there was a lack of matching life potions. The elves who used the potion prepared by Sand Royal Jelly to extend their lives, before the theoretical expiration date of taking the potion, came.
A series of abnormal symptoms should appear - such as dizziness, drowsiness, decreased judgment, slowed reaction speed, etc.
But according to Dr. Duzem's actual examination results, these elves are very healthy, completely illogical and so healthy that even the doctor, who is a senior alchemist, cannot believe it.
"This is unscientific!" After hearing Dr. Duzem attribute the elf's abnormality to himself, the young public-funded student stayed for a few seconds and couldn't help shouting: "It makes no sense at all! Except for what you told me.
Other than that, I have never done anything to them! Absolutely!"
His voice was a little out of control and seemed very abrupt in this quiet little courtyard.
The old servant Constantine, who was directing several copper pots of different colors to water and fertilize the herbs in the nursery, was startled by the young wizard's cry. His hand shook, and the three copper pots hit him hard.
Together.
"Ah! You idiot! You should have flown left just now! Didn't I tell you before?" A green copper pot screamed: "The pesticides in my stomach almost spilled out... Every drop of these pesticides is better than yours."
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"But I just flew to the left..." The other yellow copper pot replied timidly, trying to move the pot back, trying to avoid the saliva sprayed at it by the green copper pot.
"Idiot! Your two positions are opposite, your left is its right!" The red copper pot sandwiched between the two pots sneered, first despising the yellow copper pot, and then using a mocking tone
He said to the green copper kettle: "Excuse me, the few taels of valuable potion in your stomach were not spilled in the collision just now. They were all sprayed out in the saliva when you shouted."
"I'm very sorry..." The yellow copper kettle cautiously moved a little closer to the red copper kettle.
"Who are you calling an idiot, Red Pot! Do you dare to compete with me on killing insects!" After hearing the ridicule of the red copper pot, the green copper pot became more and more annoyed, and its screams became sharper.
"So you are stupid." The red copper kettle continued to sneer: "I am not as stupid as you... I will use a belly of fertilizer to compete with your insecticide to kill insects."
"Shut up, all three of you!" The old servant felt his head hurt as he listened to the noisy noise of the three copper kettles. Finally, he stomped the pickaxe at hand in fright: "The young master is busy with business over there... What are you going to do?
If you make any noise, be careful I will smash you all with a hoe!"
"I have long said that if a copper kettle has been used for more than a year, it should be hammered with a hoe, otherwise there will be too much dirt in the stomach and the brain circuits will be blocked... Now you are finally willing to listen." Old man.
The servant held the pickaxe in his hand and chuckled hoarsely.
The young public-funded student vaguely heard what seemed to be a small commotion taking place in the nursery not far away.
It's just that he is currently preoccupied with what Dr. Duzem just said, and is not in the mood to pay attention to the little matter of a few copper pots quarreling.
"This is unscientific, impossible..." Zheng Qing murmured, looking down at the elf in the paper house, completely confused.
"This is magic." Dr. Duzem shrugged, spread his hands, and added in a very casual tone: "Magic is the power to transform all kinds of incredible things into reality... If you think it is incredible, it means you haven't.
Adapting to the power of magic is not adapting to this magical world."
"As for you thinking it's impossible," Dr. Duzem said, lowering his head, looking down at the huge sunglasses on the face of the young public-funded student, and chuckled: "Since your eyes can become such beautiful and subtle colors,
Then it shouldn’t be an incomprehensible thing for your elves to be affected a little bit...Recall carefully whether anything beyond ordinary magical conditions has happened to you."
Zheng Qing opened his mouth and was about to explain that his red eyes were just due to congestion, but when he heard the doctor's last words, he suddenly thought of the black cat that ran out of him in the freshman competition, and of a certain cat that broke through the two-dimensional barrier.
Seeing the shadow of this world, thinking of his own abnormal transformation technique, and thinking of the similar conjectures of Professor Yao and Su Shijun, he suddenly became silent.
It is almost a rule to say that an elf needs a life potion that matches its nature to survive.
So according to Lao Yao, the most effective method currently used by the wizarding world to change the rules is the forbidden curse.
Fortunately or unfortunately, Zheng Qing seems to have some degree of intersection with both of them.
This chapter has been completed!