Hunting College

"Lower, young man!"

"Um...Is that so?"

"No, it's still a bit big," the fat witch behind the glass window was looking at Colmar. After a while, she nodded thoughtfully: "You can try to take off your cloak and hat. Shorter."

As we all know, the hats of wizards have very high pointed tops. In a sense, this belongs to the welfare of short wizards.

"Then where do my hat and cloak hang?" Kolma took off his hat and looked around.

"Do you think this is your home?" The receptionist cried out in a fuss: "Hold it in your arms, my dear, you have to keep your hat for yourself... Press it tighter, it would be better if you can put it in a storage bag Up."

Kolma immediately put his cloak and hat into the ring on his left hand.

But moving the circle still doesn't work.

Mottled ‘mosaics’ flashed around the chair, and there was a sizzling sound in the air. But the visitor sitting in the chair didn't even remove a single hair.

"Children nowadays grew up eating something, you can't get in like this." The fat witch shook her head and complained repeatedly: "Of course, it's not all your fault... I have already reflected a lot to the above. Next time, Dan Hagg’s movement array is old and old. It can’t support you young people who are over-nourished. However, the hospital has limited funds. The Bureau of Foreign Affairs is more willing to spend the limited funds on entertaining big people instead of you young people. People."

"Big shot?" Colmar blinked.

"It's the great wizards who are aloof," the fat witch sighed deeply: "They don't need to line up as hard as you... The old men in the bureau said that young people should go through more training. It doesn't matter if the circle is broken... Hey, it's all bullshit! I heard that Congressman Su of the Lower Moon Council wiped his tail with a handkerchief made of petals when he went to the toilet. That is a genuine young man!"

Kolmar couldn't tell whether this statement was a rumor or a fact.

She was trying to think about how to tactfully and naturally identify herself as a great wizard, without embarrassing the slightly noisy but kind fat witch opposite.

"Well, I'm now..." Kolma deliberated and raised his hand carefully.

But the receptionist behind the glass window obviously misunderstood her caution.

"You are still a little big now," the fat witch pointed out patiently: "You need to put your legs in again... This is also for your safety, too big and it is easy to get stuck in the gap when moving. "

"Sorry, I mean..." A wry smile appeared on Colmar's face.

"No, my dear, it's not you who should be sorry," the fat witch interrupted the Great Sage of the North District again, but she seemed to have thought of something, and suddenly looked around carefully, and then put the chubby face on her face. On the glass, it looked like a pink dough cake: "I'm just a little curious...Do you have the blood of'Bachi'? There are very few wizards as big as you."

The "Bachi" is a magic race unique to the Tokyo area, similar to the Qingqiu fox tribe or the Romanian blood race-of course, the latter has now expanded to many corners of the world with the development of the magic power.

But unlike the kinsmen or the foxes, all members of the "Bachi" clan are women, and their stature is unusually tall, reaching an average of two to three meters, so that the great wizard who used to identify the race by the Wizard League once suspected that this race belonged to a giant. Branch.

It's just that few giants can use magic, but the "eight feet" can master most of the basic magic. This essential difference finally allowed them to get a separate chapter in the "Witcher Encyclopedia".

Hearing the fat witch’s question, Kolma looked down at her long legs and realized that she is now almost three meters tall. According to the quick training content provided by the alliance and the school before, the great wizards It will eventually reach a height of tens of meters or even hundreds of meters.

She is still very short.

"No, I don't have the blood of'Bachi'." The great wizard from the north district turned to the quaint silver ring on his left middle finger, and touched the translucent amber on the ring, with a little bit on his face. Apology: "As for the height...just because I have just recently advanced, I haven't learned to control my body shape..."

"The'Bachi' advanced registered wizard will become taller? I have learned a little new knowledge." The fat witch was a little surprised in her tone, and she immediately realized Colmar's answer just now: "Wait...you don't have'Bachi' "Blood, is it a giant? Wait... You just said'advanced' not long ago?"

Feeling a little confused in her mind, she lowered her head, flipped through the information she had just sorted out at her hand, and read it carefully for a long while.

Then he looked up at the silver-haired witch outside the glass window.

"It says that you were an advanced registered wizard at the end of last year?" She murmured, with a bit of suspicion on her face, it seems that the alarm bell will ring in the next second: "From the end of last year to now... this can't be used. The word'just now'... and your hair color is also different~www.readwn.com~Well, I just advanced to the'Great Wizard' a while ago," Kolma stroked the hair on her shoulders and smiled politely I laughed: "It's not a registered wizard... the hair is discolored because of other special reasons."

"Oh, so it's like this!" Behind the glass window, the fat witch's face showed a trace of surprise: "If it is a great wizard, it can be understood. No wonder it is so big..."

Then, the receptionist's mouth was fixed on the "big" character, and it was not closed for a long time.

She repeated what she had just said in her mind, looking blankly at Colma outside the glass window. The silver-haired witch smiled friendly at her again.

The fat witch snapped up from the soft and comfortable chair.

"Great wizard?!" She screamed in panic, "Are you a great wizard?"

"It has just been advanced." Kolmar repeated modestly, emphasizing: "So I am not very proficient in body control..."

"Merlin is here!" The fat witch grabbed her curly hair, as if trying to get her brain out: "I actually called a respected wizard to be a'big man'! I deserve to be in this reception room for a lifetime! A terrible shielding magic circle. When needed, the coercion of a big demon can't stop it, and when it's not needed, it can't tell even a respected great wizard!"

"No, you don't need to be like this..." Kolma waved her hands awkwardly, and glanced back subconsciously.

Not far from her, another witch who was in line was craned her neck curiously, as if wondering why the receptionist had such a violent reaction.

Thank you Dan Haag for keeping the old-school wizard's habit of paying attention to personal privacy.

The hidden barriers shrouded in the glass windows played a sufficient role and well cut off the prying eyes of the queuers. It also made the great sages from the North District much less stressed.