Hunting College

On the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, which is the second day after the Great Cold, the Forgiveness Hunting Team received a reply letter from the school hunting committee regarding the tasks assigned by the alliance.

Only then did Zheng Qing know that the hunting team still needs to go through the review of the Three-pronged Sword before carrying out the task.

The official hunting team organized by the school students to participate in the mission assigned by the alliance will go through the triple review of the joint meeting of professors, the school working committee and the hunting committee, so Zheng Qing feels that the Trident Sword reviewing it again is purely taking off his pants and farting, which is superfluous.

But just like how you sometimes sneak your pants off and fart when no one is around, there are a lot of silly things in this world that make sense when you think about it.

In short, after receiving the reply letter, Zheng Qing didn't have time to complain, and immediately summoned the people who had been prepared for forgiveness—Xiao Xiao, Xin, Dylan, Lanque—plus him, a group of five people passed through the school and the three-pronged sword. The big clock in the middle of the day hurried to the headquarters of the Three-pointed Sword, hoping to return to school safely before the canteen closed at noon.

Good luck.

Because they came earlier and didn't queue for too long, it was the turn of You Zui to collect their 'keys'. Behind the back-shaped counter sat a white and fat receptionist, like a glutinous rice dumpling in a freezer, with mechanical voice and indifferent breath, he did not look like a living person.

Until that little episode happened.

In Zheng Qing's eyes, 'Nuomi Tuan' suddenly became more energetic.

While the receptionist was checking the materials of the Excuse Hunting Team, Zheng Qing took a little look at the furnishings on the table—several stacks of folders of different thicknesses were randomly stacked on the edge of the table, and the wooden box in the middle was full of brass keys. In Zheng Qing's eyes, those keys were exactly the same.

There is a broken magic looking glass in the corner of the table. Zheng Qing also received a similar gift at Christmas, but he broke it quietly. He thinks it should be the most successful and failed alchemy product in the wizarding world. The biggest role is to tear apart the false illusion woven by language and legal codes, and tell everyone with cold reality that everyone lives in a society full of malice towards themselves.

Paper cranes of different colors shuttled non-stop in mid-air, and Zheng Qing could easily guess that those red paper cranes should belong to urgent letters, because when they flew, there was a small cluster of flames behind their tails, and it seemed that they were a little slow to dismantle. One trace, and the paper cranes will turn into a mass of ashes, while those white paper cranes flap their wings slowly, like big fat geese walking after eating.

A small purple hourglass has no playmates, and it is turning somersaults between the document and the inkstone. Just as Zheng Qing's eyes are chasing the hourglass, a chubby cat pokes out from the drawer beside the receptionist. He nodded and gave a friendly 'meow' to the young public fee student.

"Alice actually greeted you!"

The same chubby receptionist had already finished stamping, and when she saw this scene, she cried out in surprise: "She is usually very shy, and never talks to strangers...It's really surprising."

Huamao was startled by her voice, swished, and retracted into the drawer again.

"Here is your key, take it well, choose an unoccupied arch, just open it and go in." The receptionist reminded, and at the same time, he blinked briskly at the most handsome blue bird student in the group.

Zheng Qing suppressed a smile, took the key, and left without even daring to look at Lan Que's expression.

But before entering the door, he turned sideways and glanced quietly at the swordsman classmate. Seeing his serious face, the naughty joke that had already welled up on his lips was a little bit hard to say.

"Check your badges and appearances," the apologetic fortune-teller suddenly reminded, "Hang the book on your belt, fasten the buckle tightly, and don't show your timidity in front of the inspector... Fatty, you have stains on your collar." A little bit of cake crumbs!"

The slightly divergent thoughts of the young public finance student suddenly converged.

A group of people entered under the scrutiny of the door gods. When they crossed the threshold, Zheng Qing felt as if he had passed through a thin layer of soap bubbles, and even faintly heard a soft sound of 'wave' in his ears.

This should be part of the protective barrier in the three-pronged sword, he secretly speculated.

Behind the door is a spacious corridor, the floor is covered with thick indigo blue blankets, and there is no sound when you step on it. The walls on both sides are full of portraits of strange wizards. Many of them wear masks. Eyes, each pair is drawn vividly.

The Excuse Hunting Squad moves quietly and silently through the hallway amidst the oppressive gazes of the portraits.

At the end of the corridor is a blue-gray double door.

There is no door **** on the door, and a small sign is hung on the door, which says 'Three-pronged Sword Review Office'. On the side of the door, there seems to be an information column, with many old and new notices stacked inside. The top piece of parchment seems to be a recent It was posted just now, and was simply written with a quill pen on the paper, 'Notice: The 2010 Annual Registered Hunting Team Alliance Designated Task Review has begun~www.readwn.com~The deadline is March 31st, and all registered hunting teams are requested to inform each other , If you have any questions, please contact the Trident Sword review office, thank you for your cooperation! '

Hula!

The office door opened suddenly, immediately attracting the attention of the young hunters.

"Please come in."

A slightly tired voice came from the room, followed by a burst of cursing: "...Get out of here, don't disturb my work here, do you think everyone is as free as your file management office?"

"Let me take a breather and have a sip of tea!" Another lazy voice replied, "Leisure? Do you know how many offices I have traveled to deliver these files this morning..."

Zheng Qing poked his head and looked in. There was not much decoration in the spacious office. There were tall bookcases on the left and right, which were filled with densely packed materials and documents. A huge curved desk occupied half of the room. There is no coffee table or sofa, only a few high chairs randomly placed in front of the desk, one of which has been occupied by a tall and thin wizard in black robes, holding a hot cup of tea in his hand. drinks.

"Don't worry about me, you can treat me like air."

Noticing Zheng Qing's line of sight, the tall and thin wizard raised his cup enthusiastically: "...Are you a registered hunting team here to carry out the mission assigned by the alliance? Are you going to conduct a qualification review?...Well, look at your outfits, are you The rookie hunting team that just passed last year!... Ha, don't look at me with that kind of admiration, I just stayed in the three-pronged sword for a longer time, and I have a little more experience... Except for rookies, no hunting team will be here When performing missions, they wore clean and straight robes, and hung the law books on their belts...the appearance that every black wizard thinks that they should be the first to kill you when they go out."