Hunting College

"no problem!"

The young public finance student looked determined, and answered quickly and sincerely: "Just right, I have prepared some homework related to talismans, and I can use this time to urge Dongdong to study in advance."

He apologized to the little fox from the bottom of his heart.

Su Shijun nodded in satisfaction, loosened the hand holding his collar slightly, then frowned, his eyes quickly glanced behind Zheng Qingxie, with a look of trouble on his face: "That's it, I'll take a step first...at the banquet There are more and more people, and there are more and more annoying ghosts... Remember not to go back too late, if Sister Man shuts you out, I will have nothing to do!"

The boy turned his head carefully and followed the witch's line of sight, only to see Matthew's uncle, Duke Milton of the Sanguine family, holding a wine glass and greeting others all the way to this side.

"Oh, by the way, in the end I want to give you a simple piece of advice." Su Shijun's slightly serious voice came from beside my ear.

Zheng Qing withdrew his gaze and looked at the witch curiously.

She looked at the boy seriously, and said something: "The priests of the ancient Mayans said that if you really want to share a secret with others, I mean 'very important' and 'very dangerous' For a secret, you should first dig a grave... This grave will either bury the person who revealed the secret, or the person who heard the secret, or the person who tried to steal the secret, or even the party involved in the secret.

So, I want to remind you that some things are kept secret because they shouldn't be known by many people. Knowing too much is not good for everyone... That's all, see you later. "

Zheng Qing stood there in a daze, he didn't realize when Su Shijun left.

He just suddenly remembered a novel called "The Three-Body Problem" that he had read a long time ago. Before the protagonist Luo Ji had a final confrontation with the world of Three-Body Problem and shared the secrets of the real universe, he dug his own grave.

He didn't know if the author of that book knew this common saying among the Mayan priests, but he knew that the essence of the two was interlinked.

"If I were you, I would hide in a crowded place first... Duke Milton now looks like he wants to **** your blood dry." A familiar voice suddenly came from beside Zheng Qing's ear. Startled.

"Oh Shet!"

The young public servant cursed in a low voice, first glanced quickly at Duke Milton not far away with a gloomy expression, then glanced at Fatty Xin who had just uttered his voice, and said angrily, "Do you have flesh pads under your feet? Walking Can you make some noise!"

Not all five hunters of the Forgiveness Hunt came to the dinner. Xiao Xiao was lying in the school hospital because of his injury. Lan Que was impatient with such things, so he stayed with him in the hospital.

Of the three people who came to the banquet, Zheng Qing needless to say, as soon as Dylan showed up, he was caught by the members of the Council under the Moon to sit with him. He was also Fatty Xin, who was delicious and chatted, and he was like a fish in water on this occasion.

"Meat pads? Isn't that something that grows on a cat's paw?"

The fat wizard held a dinner plate in his hand, and the plate was full of grilled meat, and his mouth was full of oil: "I remember you turned into a cat after transforming... Your probability of growing meat pads is much higher than mine."

Zheng Qing squeezed into the crowd with the fat wizard, and whispered: "Compared to me, you are more like a cat... You are elusive, disappearing without a trace when you hear a little noise from somewhere else, I don't know where to hide Where did you peep around... Do all the investigators have this kind of eccentricity?"

A row of elves flew slowly past the two of them holding a long tray.

"It's not a quirk, it's a sensitivity to the news." The fat wizard reached out and took a small cup of green bee from the tray, took a sip, and sighed contentedly: "It's really a big mouthful to eat meat and a small mouthful to drink. The ultimate enjoyment in life."

"That's what you pursue in life."

Zheng Qing curled his lips, watching the elves holding the trays gradually go away, inexplicably thinking of the scene of the fat wizard running around with himself after the battle earlier, subconsciously shuddered, and gritted his teeth Questioning: "I haven't asked you yet, why did you go crazy before, I told you it wasn't me..."

"It has to be you... and it can only be you."

Fatty Xin picked up a piece of grilled steak again, stuffed it into his mouth, chewed, and replied with a mouthful: "Think about what was going on on the battlefield at that time... Everyone was trapped in that blood-colored enchantment, and the magic power continued to flow." As time went by, several great wizards were crushed and beaten by that strange old man, and you were the only one who opened his mind a few times with a rune gun, which everyone can see..."

"I mean, is it possible that the crows' experiment accident caused the black wizard to collapse on his own?" Zheng Qing thought of the previous conversation with Su Shijun.

The fat wizard squinted at the boy, and even forgot to chew the meat in his mouth.

"Are you really stupid or just pretending to be stupid?"

He downed the small glass of Green Bee in one gulp, threw the glass to the elf in the air~www.readwn.com~ and then grabbed the young public fee student by the shoulders, motioning him to look around: "See? The three-pronged sword !Dan Hag! The wizard council! The council under the month! The first university! Only when the great wizard dies from being hunted by the wizards can everyone sit in front of the dining table... If, as you said, Walter Ray's death was due to an experimental accident, and at least half the people in this room deserve no credit."

Zheng Qing was a little confused, for example, he hadn't turned his mind yet, why Dan Hag and the members of the Moon Council also came to join in the fun.

But this did not prevent him from roughly understanding what the fat man wanted to express.

"As for why I chose you," the fat man let go of his hand on the boy's shoulder, and sighed a little enviously: "Some burdens can only be carried by people with broad enough shoulders. Like this matter, if not You really helped Whateley brainstorm a few times, even if I shout loudly, who will believe it?"

"Then you don't have to carry me around the battlefield." Zheng Qing muttered.

"What do you know!"

Fatty Xin found another apple from nowhere, took a bite viciously, and analyzed old-fashionedly: "This kind of credit, if you don't 'propaganda' yourself, if you are bitten here and there, nothing will be left behind. Yes! We just want to spread the word and let the 40 or 50 wizards present know... Then those big shots won’t take credit for you! Oh, yes, speaking of credit, I heard that the Three-pronged Sword is planning to give you credit for this participation. The hunters who fight are awarded a Merlin Medal, have you heard what Councilor Su said?"

Speaking of this, the fat wizard's face lit up, and he even forgot to eat meat.

"Merlin Medal?" Zheng Qing suddenly remembered the nose ring and earrings that helped him a lot on the battlefield, and shook his head: "I haven't heard of it...but you, how come you can get all the news!"