Hunting College

Perceiving the enthusiasm in the assistant's eyes, a smile flashed across the old wizard's eyes.

"Of course, this is unequivocal... The great wizard who is being questioned today is a member of the Moon Lower Council, Ms. Su Shijun from the Qingqiu Fox Clan."

He pulled his beard reservedly, but his tone became harsher immediately:

"I know that one of your friends is an avid fan of Senator Su, but today is not a good opportunity to ask for an autograph... The alliance is very strict on the management of experiments involving dimensions, and members of the monthly assembly are absolutely prohibited. Su. The trouble caused by the congressman may lead to her being deprived of the title of congressman..."

"But I heard that her experiment has been reported at the Joint Conference of Professors of the First University." The assistant of another questioner next to her bravely interrupted the old wizard.

The old wizard glanced unhappy at his colleague, a middle-aged witch with a round face.

The witch patted her little assistant’s arm, motioned her to shut up, and explained with a smile: “Experiments involving dimensions need to be approved by the Great Wizarding Conference of the Alliance...Although the Joint Conference of Professors of the First University has partial permission, But it does not have the full right of approval. Otherwise, it would be meaningless for us to hold this questioning meeting."

"It doesn't make sense at all," the male assistant who spoke first whispered-perhaps in the hearts of young wizards, there will always be more important and better pursuits than interests or trade-offs-completely ignoring the change of old wizards. There was a gloomy expression:

"Everyone knows that at the Alliance's Great Wizards Conference, Great Wizards from the first university accounted for an absolute majority, and proposals involving schools have almost no record of being rejected..."

"Ahem!"

A skinny questioner coughed violently. He covered his mouth as if he was about to cough up his lungs. The loud voice interrupted the male assistant's whispering, and also stopped a tragedy that might come at any time.

The round-faced witch glanced worriedly at the witch who was coughing.

"James, are you sure it will be okay to participate in today's questioning?" She flipped the book in her hand, and a light green streamer gently fell on the thin wizard's body. The cough in the room suddenly became much quieter. Continue to say:

"We all know that you have a bad relationship with Little Fitzl... This shouldn't be the reason why you don't buy his medicine. If you don't mind, I can ask Old Fitzl to come out and sit down."

Little Fizil is the owner of Fizil Magic Potion Company, and Fizil Magic Potion Company is the largest potion manufacturer in the wizarding world, with many highly skilled healers.

"Cough... hiss." The thin wizard coughed twice at last, took the hot tea from the assistant behind him, took a few sips, and replied slowly: "Thank you for your soothing spell, I I feel better. But I need to correct a little bit. My bad relationship with Little Fitzl doesn’t affect my purchase of Fitzl’s potions... The only reason I don’t buy is because of the quality of their potions. Too many times, far inferior to the finished product I churned out with my toes."

The little assistant behind the round-faced witch seemed to think this statement was very interesting, and laughed scornfully.

This attracted her boss's stern look, and the thin wizard nodded in satisfaction.

"Rather than discussing those meaningless topics, it is better to talk about business." The thin wizard put down his teacup, wiped the corners of his mouth with a handkerchief, and his eyes fell on the gray-haired old wizard: "Fendley, this time' Have you participated in the bet on the Black Hell Cup? Which team do you prefer? I heard that the odds for the Flamingos are a bit low."

The so-called "Black Prison Cup" is not a hunting game with a fixed season, but because of the recent incidents in the black prison, there are many hunting teams gathered in that dark world. The league’s hunting tournament organizers sensed the business opportunities and organized them. Several temporary hunting games were held, collectively referred to as the "Black Prison Cup" hunting games.

Since the hunting teams involved belong to the new generation of young hunting teams, and the hunting objects are all the “unstable factors” wandering around in the black prison, it is very helpful to maintain the stability of the black prison, so the first university is receiving the alliance After the huge amount of'sponsorship' was provided, he opened one eye and closed one eye, allowing the young hunters who are full of blood to spoil themselves in the dark prison.

When the conversation of the wizards turned to the hunting game, the round-faced witch shook her head helplessly, and muttered something silently.

The old wizard tossed his beard carelessly.

"Black Prison Cup," he said with a reserved tone: "It's an enlarged version of the'Academy Cup'. The participating teams are all new-generation kids... Our five generations are fans of the Central Continent Hunting Group. This kind of low-level competition."

"The competition that Flamingo can participate in is definitely not a low-level competition!" The thin wizard seemed to feel a little offensive, and raised his tone a little. This action made him cough violently again, but he still insisted: "Cough... Flamingos, cough cough, flamingos are recognized as the top hunting team in the Mesozoic era, cough cough! Top!"

Noting that the two colleagues started to argue about meaningless things, the witch sitting in the middle immediately started to make a round: "No matter the flamingo or the Central Continent Hunting Group, there are very powerful hunters. You can discuss it later. This topic...I just heard the sound of walking in the hallway. Is it an illusion?"

While speaking, she flipped through the book again and threw a soothing curse on the thin wizard.

The pale green light again extinguished the violent cough.

The whole meeting room suddenly became quiet.

The crowd listened for a long while, but never heard the so-called walking sound.

"Well, I might have heard it wrong." The round-faced witch turned the quill in her hand, glanced sideways at a table clock beside the conference table, and then looked back to her little assistant: "It was notified in the inquiry letter. What's the starting time?"

"Five o'clock in the morning." Her assistant replied very positively, flipping through the board. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

The round-faced witch glanced at the clock again and shook her head: "In other words, Senator Su is already late...It's 5:03 in the morning."

"Hmph," the gray-haired old wizard sneered a few times: "Time is the most important concept of a wizard. The attitude towards time can fully reflect the character of a wizard... Many young people always think that there are parents in the world, who They should be accommodated everywhere, but they don’t know that the wizards abandoned by time have mostly become grandchildren."

Behind the old wizard, the newly hired male assistant took down every word the boss said very seriously, including the last swear word.

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When Su Shijun pushed open the meeting room door and walked in, he happened to hear the last few words.

She stopped, thinking about whether to pretend not to enter the door, or open the book of Fa to throw a small curse on the old man's mouth that made his tongue stick to his jaw.

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