Hunting College

"...There is a kind of magic insect called'Sand Time' that can secrete a liquid that prolongs the life of magic creatures. Maybe it can keep these elves alive..."

"...You still don't have too much hope..."

"...You can only see them in the depths of the Silent Forest..."

"...You are only a freshman in the first year, and I don't want you to take unnecessary risks because of this... Only high-level hunters have the authority to go deep into the Silent Forest..."

"... The time limit of the secretions in the sand is very short. The professors or researchers of the school will only issue time-limited commissions for related tasks when needed... Even if only the high-level hunters are allowed to accept them, the completion rate of these tasks is still very low... "

Although less than half a month has passed, Zheng Qing's consciousness seems to have gone through a long time.

Only some special ‘anchor words’—such as sand time or continuation of life—can bring Zheng Qing’s memory back from the long river of time, allowing him to recall his recent experience from this short but complicated memory.

The words that Professor Li Qihuang once said, paragraph by paragraph, clearly appeared in Zheng Qing's mind.

At the same time, the data after the physical examination for the elves this morning also flows through his eyes like water.

Those declining indicators were originally as heavy as a rock in his heart.

But at this moment, there seemed to be a stone crusher rumbling in his ears, shattering those heavy burdens in his heart!

He seemed to have unloaded some burden, and the whole person was much easier.

"Your complexion looks a lot better!" Lin Guo muttered in his ear suddenly: "Are you also imagining the good life of capturing sand and selling money? It's too vulgar..."

"Boy!" Zheng Qing let out a laugh, and rubbed Lin Guo's neat black hair with no explanation.

It's just that his smile is even brighter.

Ling Guo shook his head dissatisfiedly, got rid of his claws, and nudged back to the old man Verne again.

The old school worker is holding a tall wooden staff, squinting, leaning on a big tree, and listening to Professor Dorage teaching the young students.

Under his feet, the old hound, Lord May, dropped his entire tongue out of his mouth, squinted, and slumped all over the soft lawn, like a soft slug.

Even a lame man's Shouwu turned over the bridge of his nose without letting this ‘slug’ lift his eyelids.

However, Linguo had quick eyes and quick hands. He pulled out an empty glass bottle from his schoolbag, put the activated herb in it, and stuffed it back into his schoolbag.

The old school worker just glanced at him, smiled, and did not stop.

This made Zheng Qing sigh greatly.

Sure enough, no matter what time, human beings are more tolerant of ‘babies’ than other age groups.

If it were replaced by Zhang Jixin's careless "steal" of the potion resources in the academy, I am afraid that a sky-high compensation bill will be sent back to Zhang's old house in the blink of an eye.

In the crowd, Professor Dorag also happened to talk about what happened to Shashi in the wizarding world.

Although time is everywhere, perhaps the energy contained in the magical ‘timeline’ is more abundant, so most sand time groups are found in areas where magic is active.

Because the sand is full of treasures, the nests built by these small insects in the areas where wizards are concentrated are often just formed, and they will be ‘relocated’ by the wizards as a whole and transferred to a more ‘safe’ laboratory.

I don’t know if it’s because of the arrogant attributes of ‘super-dimensional creatures’ that when the sand is nourished, it will slowly stop eating, and the mother of sand will gradually lose its ability to brew sand royal jelly.

After being released into the wild, without the restraint of magic, this little bug will disappear without a trace in a blink of an eye.

As if they could really slip along the timeline.

Until now, the entire Phuket Island, only the depths of the Silent Forest have these little bugs.

"Everyone needs to pay attention." Professor Dorag raised an arm and rubbed a few thin fingers.

A line of sand slipped from his fingers to the ground like flowing water, endlessly flowing.

"The nests of such magic insects are usually based on the mother of sand time, and are made of ordinary quartzite particles-the sand you see. The shape will vary slightly depending on the type of sand and the number of adults."

"Most of the time, the mother of sand time will make the nest into a ring-shaped shell and carry it on her back.

Zheng Qing squinted his eyes.

On the one hand, he needs to be careful to avoid the sand raised by the old professor.

On the other hand, he felt that the shape of the sand-time lair described by Old Professor Dorag in a long paragraph seemed familiar.

"In other words, Shashi's nest looks like a big snail," Linguo asked crisply among the crowd: "Is that right?"

There was a low muffled laughter from the crowd.

Professor Dorag's face blushed, coughed twice, and nodded. For a while, he was a little bit guttered.

Fortunately, the old man Verne was on the side.

As a sophisticated old man, he was keenly aware of Professor Dorag's embarrassment.

So he began to introduce the experience of the group of ‘murderers’ to the patrol team members.

"Initially, I didn't realize that when a bunch of sand came to school... I just found some traces of slime in the grass when I was walking."

"I thought it was the few red chain snakes that sneaked into the college recently to give birth to babies. You know, when those slippery bugs just came out of their shells, they always leave such sticky marks everywhere."

Having said that, the old man paused for a while, as if he was considering whether to expand the topic.

At this time, Professor Dorag had regained his composure, and naturally took up the topic of the old school worker and gave a few brief explanations:

"As the little student mentioned just now, you can think of the mother of sand time carrying the insect nest as a big snail-in fact, the shape between the two is indeed very similar-like a snail, crawling When moving, the mother of sand time will also leave very obvious on the ground"

Ling Guo hugged the backpack to her chest~www.ltnovel.com~ very dissatisfied and bulging, as if she wanted to explain something.

But because the old professor was still speaking, he finally did not speak.

Zheng Qing secretly laughed.

He vaguely guessed why Linguo was unhappy.

"Of course, as we mentioned before, sand is a creature of the class Insecta, which is fundamentally different from the gastropod of snails. You have to pay attention to this... It's very easy to confuse, don't remember it wrong." Emphasized.

Zheng Qing sighed, feeling a little swollen in his brain.

Like other old professors, Mr. Dorag always emphasized many things that are suspected of ‘knowledge points’ in such informal occasions. God knows why people on the patrol should pay attention to the differences in the categories of these little bugs.

On the other side, Old Man Verne finally gave up explaining to the young wizard what happened when he found the sand.

He decided to let these young people see it for themselves.

After a brief meeting of several black robe teaching assistants, they finally agreed with the opinions of the old people.

So, following the patrol team, Zheng Qing finally saw the place where the rumors were ‘time drained’.

It was between a tall bush deep in the woods.

A yellow sand pile is conspicuous but hidden from view.

It is conspicuous because in the woods by the lake, there are ankle-length grasses at the feet, tall trees and low shrubs around them, and the trees grow very luxuriantly.

A pile of sand sandwiched in between is very conspicuous.

Concealment is because this pile of sand is hidden in a bush, blocked by the flourishing branches and leaves of the bushes. If no one has deliberately pushed aside this pile of bushes, I am afraid that they will not be able to find the strangeness in it except one step.

Zheng Qing recalled the explanation of the old man Verne and looked suspiciously at the old hunting dog dangling and leading the way at the front of the team.

He very much doubted the reason why the dog opened the bushes.