Hunting College

　　 "As everyone knows, the Merlin Medal will have a powerful spell fixed by the witch league. Would you mind telling everyone what the spell on your medal is?"

　　 "It's a summoning technique." Zheng Qing replied very simply, then resolutely shook his head, refusing to explain in more detail.

　　 Fatty Xin shrugged disappointedly and continued to ask questions:

　　 "When did you know you got the Merlin Medal?"

　　 "Lao Yao told me after the class meeting last weekend."

　　 "Have you received any wind before?"

"Before?" Zheng Qing wrinkled his nose, and replied with some uncertainty: "I haven't received it... However, when dealing with the wild monster in Damingfang, Andrew was the chubby young commissioner of Trident Sword. , Once told me that I would apply for some kind of award, but did not say that it would definitely be the Merlin Medal."

　　 "Why didn't you tell us this kind of thing earlier." Fatty Xin hugged his arms and watched his quill dancing happily on the letter paper, his tone full of envy and regret.

　　 "I thought that little fat man was just joking." Although Zheng Qing tried to be humble, the smile on his face couldn't be restrained: "In fact, what I was most concerned about was whether there was a bonus..."

　　 "Cheesy." Xin Fatty concluded sourly.

　　 "Did you ask if there is any credit award?" A voice suddenly interrupted the pretentious interview, shocking the two young people at the desk.

　　 "Fuck!"

　　 "I'm scared to death!"

　　 Zheng Qing turned his head, Dylan's thick curtain raised a small horn at some point, revealing Mr. Vampire Werewolf's bluish white face and slightly red eyes.

　　 Maybe because of noon, his spirit looked a little sluggish.

　　 "Is your coffin sliding lid?" Zheng Qing took a deep breath, and then slowly spit it out: "How can I open it, there is no sound!"

　　 "As a bedroom article, quietness is a necessary moral standard." Although the spirit is not good, Mr. Vampire Werewolf still seems polite: "As a nobleman, of course I will take everyone's feelings into consideration."

　　 "If you think about it, you shouldn't stuff such a thing in the bedroom." Zheng Qing couldn't help but slander.

　　 "Before you crawl out of the coffin next time, can you say hello in advance!" Fatty Xin massaged his heart vigorously and complained loudly: "You will be scared of heart disease..."

"I'm so sorry, I never knew that Giant Blue would also have heart disease." Dylan replied with kindness, raised his hand, and apologized: "I didn't expect you to be so courageous... As an 1800-year-old man, you couldn't care. Young man, it’s my negligence..."

　　 "When did you grow a few hundred years old..." The fat man spit out in a hurry.

　　 After Zheng Qing slowed down, he didn't care about the quarrel between the two, but answered Dylan's question immediately.

"I didn't know how important credits are at the time, so I didn't ask." On this question, he looked very sad: "Just like at the beginning, Nicholas told me that credits can be exchanged for jade coins, which made me happy. Up..."

　　 "You really changed?" Fatty Xin looked at him in shock.

　　 "Of course not." The young public-funded student denied: "Although I have more credits, ah, but it doesn't make sense to be so wasteful. I'm not stupid."

　　 "I have reservations about this." Mr. Vampire Werewolf smacked his lips, revealing two sharp teeth.

　　 I don’t know whether he has reservations about Zheng Qing’s IQ or the system of credits for jade coins.

　　 Zheng Qingyu Guang glanced at Dylan, who was taking care of her fangs with a brush and a small mirror. His lips trembled, but he didn't end up struggling with this issue.

　　 Maybe the discussion in the dormitory is a bit noisy.

　　 The orange cat flicked its tail impatiently, and stretched its two front legs stiffly, revealing the cold claws between its toes.

　　 However, the young wizards did not notice its threat.

　　 It was Fatty Xin. Seeing that the fat cat woke up, he quickly stretched out a pair of fat hands, trying to catch it in his arms.

　　 Like a ball of plasticine that had been squeezed apart, the fat cat flowed out of the fat man's hands, leaped lightly, jumped onto the window sill, then bent his back and bowed his waist, erected his tail, and turned out from the balcony.

　　 Fatty let out a disappointed sigh.

　　 "Then, do you have anything you want to say to the Umbil League Investigation Bureau?" He turned his head and looked at the young public student again.

"This is true." Zheng Qing rubbed his nose, his tone was a little dissatisfied: "The matter of Damingfang has been so long, why did you remember to notify me to accept the award... If it weren't for Lao Yao, I almost forgot this time. thing."

　　 "Is it long?" Fatty Xin blinked, looked at Zheng Qing, and then at Dylan.

"It's not that long." The old blood-sucking werewolf behind the tent stopped rubbing his teeth, stubbed his fingers, and wondered: "It's just now in October, and it's less than a hundred days before the accident in Damingfang... In fact, I think This speed is a bit faster."

　　 "Quick?!" The young public student finally found a slot, and immediately retorted: "One day is enough for the mayfly to spend a lifetime... One hundred days, enough for them to reincarnate in this world a hundred times."

"Yes, goose, you are not a bug." Dylan picked up the brush and small mirror again, and continued to rub his fangs that were never too clean: "You must know that this Merlin Medal, which is awarded for assisting in official duties, is the most troublesome. ...It is not like the improvement of magical skills or the opening of a new world, which can be seen and touched immediately."

　　 "It's just a meritorious service awarded by a secondary organization under the Umbil League... It is highly maneuverable. In order to eliminate the possibility of some forces' medals, the process of brass medals has always been cumbersome."

"I remember Thomas said that the process of the Merlin Medal is relatively simple." Zheng Qing was a little at a loss: "Isn't it because the threshold of the Merlin Medal was lowered, the process was simplified, and the Merlin Medal was established? In addition, the second level. What is an organization?"

　　 Dylan took a deep breath.

　　 The big red tent was turbulent.

"The simplification of the process is only relatively speaking." He put away the small mirror, looked at Zheng Qing with a pleasant look, and said: "But no matter how simplified, the Merlin Medal is to reward those outstanding wizards who have made positive contributions to the magical world... so we must be cautious. You know, the old Merlin Medal, that is, the Great Merlin Medal you just mentioned, the original awarding process was calculated on a yearly basis."

　　 "The small Merlin medals, including the Merlin brass medals you have received, are not all approved by the Great Wizarding Council because of the large number of awards, so the Wizarding Alliance has delegated the right to issue to a certain extent."

　　 "This needs to talk about the institutional grading system you asked just now."

"The Wizarding Council, the First University, and the Lower Moon Council are the first-level institutions of the Witch League. The Trident Sword, etc. directly under the Wizarding Council, and the Jiuyou Academy directly under the First University, etc., are second-level institutions directly under the jurisdiction of the Trident Sword. The Joint Conference of Professors of the Emergency Response Department and Jiuyou College are directly affiliated to the third-level institutions."

　　 "Clear and clear." Zheng Qing nodded repeatedly, with a disappointed tone: "In other words, this brass medal is equivalent to an academy-level honor?"

　　 "It is the top honor of the college." Dylan corrected: "In addition, although the review time for the Merlin Medal has been shortened to less than one year, there are still many necessary procedures."

　　 "The most important thing is files-all kinds of files."

"The three-pronged sword must write reports, the first university must write reports, and various reports required by each relevant department; such as the accident summary report submitted to the Wizarding Council, the application report submitted to the Merlin Medal Evaluation Committee, and the The wizard court’s responsibility determination report, the supplementary investigation required by the Damingfang Management Committee, the school certificate of relevant personnel required by the First University, such as Zheng Qing, and your general conduct report at the school, UU看书wwwww There are so many .uukanshu.com, thirty or forty reports are needed, involving different departments."

　　 "oh, my, god..." Zheng Qing slapped his face with a slap: "It sounds hopeless."

"This is the rule." Dylan smacked and sighed: "After all kinds of reports are submitted, the formal running process will begin. Although the Merlin Brass Medal is only a three-level medal, it still belongs to the wizarding world. One of the high-level honors. Including the Wizarding Council, the Merlin Medal Evaluation Committee, the Joint Conference of Professors of the First University, the Trident Sword, and other institutions involved, all need the approval of the relevant person in charge."

　　 "This is one of the reasons why I think time is fast."

"You know, the responsible persons of these'relevant departments' do not sit in the office most of the time, but run around the world, and even the new world. They can be caught in two months and they will be signed with their approval. I think you should thank that little fat man."

　　 "How do you know so much!" Zheng Qing looked at the people in the account enviously.

　　 "This is the basic cultivation of nobles." Dylan straightened his waist proudly.

　　 Fatty Xin was lying on the table, listening to Dylan's explanation with relish, the feather pen dancing in front of him flew up.

　　 With a powerful assist, he can easily handle this interview manuscript. 8)