Zheng Qing thought he had always been kind to others and rarely had quarrels or conflicts with others at school.
Strictly speaking, he had only had a fight with Arthur Nes when he first entered school in his freshman year, had a fight with the fishman near Zhonghu, and accidentally injured Sepulano. If the conflict was not limited to the identity of a student, he had a brief conflict with Professor Trudeau of the 'world' of the Great Arcana Sequence in 2006-2008.
In addition, he dared to raise the claws of edamame and swear that he had no other personal grudges.
As for those guys who secretly tucked grass, drew circles of people cursing themselves, participated in a bonfire parade and shouted "burn Zheng Qing to death", mailed explosion talismans and roar letters to themselves, and the guys who came to the door to yell for duels were all included in the "public revenge" scope in Zheng Qing's heart.
The so-called public revenge is naturally to distinguish private revenge caused by personal interests.
The largest and most widely "blatantly hating oneself" are those who like Su Shijun - both male and witches. And referring to the grand occasion of the Halloween bonfire parade last year, Zheng Qing had reason to believe that those people had formed some vague religious beliefs and regarded Su Shijun as the object of worship, and religious madmen could do anything.
If Li Meng suddenly came to his seat during class one day, reached out to take out a knife and stabbed it straight into his stomach, Zheng Qing would not feel strange at all.
"The division between your 'public revenge' and 'public revenge' is too casual." Xiao Xiao sat cross-legged in his tent, rubbing the crystal ball in his arms, complaining about his roommate's analysis: "Just like Li Meng, if she really stabs you with a knife one day, I suspect it may not be due to 'public revenge', but more likely it may be 'public revenge'."
Puff.
In the tent opposite the desk, the fat wizard who was petting a cat couldn't help but make a laughing sound.
Zheng Qing immediately remembered Li Meng's other identity besides Su Shijun's fanatical fan, and immediately stretched his face. Tonight, he hurried back to the dormitory from the conference room of the Seven Deadly Sins. He did not want to listen to the ridicule of his companions, but hoped that they could help him figure out who among his classmates might be one of the seven devils.
"in addition,"
Xiao Xiao looked up, held his glasses, looked at the black cat squatting on the desk, and emphasized his tone: "You still have a 'private revenge', maybe because it's been a long time... Andrew Taylor, remember?"
"Remember, the little wolf cub of Taylor's family?"
The black cat tilted his head, and the image of the short and fat witch in Alpha Academy was immediately revealed in his mind, with an inexplicable look: "We have a good relationship with him, right? When Duke Milton went to D&K to play, didn't he help us? He now seems to be the captain of the Utoubob hunting team... Well, I understand, what you mean is that he has a good relationship with Sepulano, so it is possible..."
"When you are discharged from the hospital in the afternoon, you should ask the therapist to prescribe a few 'Buffy brain-wake agent' for you." The fortune teller interrupted someone's imagination and sarcastically mocked the black cat: "If you have a little memory, you shouldn't forget that Andrew Taylor used a ring with a thorny effect to bleed you in a practical class."
Before Xiao Xiao reminded him, Zheng Qingzhen forgot about this.
Just like he had long forgotten whether his fingernails had barbed a few months ago, and whether his breakfast was tofu brain or soy milk a few days ago. For himself who had just entered the wizard world more than a year ago, his fingers were pricked and bleeding, which is a very common thing in the Baiding world, and did not leave him too deep an impression.
Perhaps only those who grew up in the wizard world care about this kind of thing.
"Ah! Oh!"
The black cat opened his eyes widened, whimpered for a while, and shook his ears thoughtfully: "So, what do you mean is Andrew Taylor a member of those devils? Who do you think it would be? "Glut eating" Bezebub? As a pig, it does look very similar to Andrew's figure... But the other one, after the 'fury' Samar transformed, it is a wolf that looks more like a dog, and in a sense, it is closer to Andrew's 'blood'."
The doctor listened silently to the black cat's nagging analysis and slowly turned the crystal ball.
After a while, he shook his head with a very small amplitude.
"There are insufficient clues, and it is difficult to calculate the exact candidates at all. Even blurred candidates are difficult to circle the range." As he spoke, he wrapped the crystal ball into the blanket and stretched his waist: "If there is no other nonsense, you should go back to your tent as soon as possible... Don't you have to go far tomorrow?"
The black cat looked out the window with melancholy.
I will go to Shanglin Yuan to hunt tomorrow on Saturday. When I think of this, my paws are numb.
But before it could speak, the sound of a fat wizard came from behind.
"Remember to take a few photos of Shanglin Yuan's internal photos... It would be even better if you were willing to write an article about Shanglin Yuan Chunshou. The school newspaper has not published such manuscripts for a long time." Fatty Xin's head poked out from the tent, and his eyes fell on the plate on the desk: "Also, what are you going to do with that ball of blood?"
He refers to the amber on the plate.
As the "sinner of the Seven Deadly Sins", Zheng Qing was responsible for the settlement work related to the task, so he took the two amber and several balls of snot paper back to the dormitory.
Xiao Xiao also raised his voice a little and solemnly reminded his roommate: "It is one thing for you to hide your identity and join that secret club to inquire about the news, and it is another thing for you to hand over your blood to a strange wizard who is unknown..."
"Am I that stupid?"
The black cat rolled his eyes wide, put his claws into the plate, fiddled with the two ambers, and pressed one of them: "These hairs are useless. When they turn back and melt the amber, they can burn them directly. But this ball of blood..."
His voice slowly lowered.
This blood seems to have other effects.
At the beginning of the year, Zheng Qing became the "arms supplier" of the Sanchao Sword, providing blood talisman bullets, providing five per month, worth 150 jade coins per month, and earning 750 jade coins per month. He had already handed over the talisman bullets in early March, but he had not yet drawn the next month. The blood in this amber can at least support him to draw a talisman.
A talisman is only 150 jade coins, which can completely deduct your own losses.
After all, after privately intercepting the materials submitted by the devils, he needed to pay enough bonuses to those devils out of his own pocket. According to the reward from the mysterious customer, the less than ten milliliters of blood in the amber can be exchanged for at most 100 jade coins, and Zheng Qing used the talisman bullet to make up for the profit.
As for whether the three-fork sword can detect the subtle differences between the talismans drawn by 'old blood' and 'fresh blood', it is not within Zheng Qing's concern.
Which talisman gun must not fire a few duds in its entire life?