Hunting College

Baoyangzi was the last wizard to walk out of the scene of the accident.

When the researchers, school workers, and receptionists trapped in the red light were safely evacuated within the guarded area of ​​the Four Elephants, the great wizard of the "related department" took out a heavy metal shell from his arms The book, after chanting the lengthy and complicated mantras, it is easy to converge all the red light into the book.

When Professor Yao mentioned Su Shijun's two speculations to him, the great wizard of the ‘relevant department’ sneered.

"A certain shadow masters the forbidden curse?" Master Baoyangzi sneered: "Lao Yao, are you stupid to teach... a forbidden curse that requires dozens of great wizards to release? 'Can the shadow be released? Not to mention that all those who have a little bit of relevant knowledge are closely watched by the Wizarding League. It is absolutely impossible to lose the shadow without being discovered."

"Everything is possible, everything is possible." Professor Yao said haha, as if he did not intend to continue discussing this topic.

But Su Shijun seemed a bit unconvinced.

"The first generation of Forbidden Curse requires forty or fifty great wizards to join forces. How many people does the second generation of Forbidden Curse need? Ten? Five?...The third generation?" She looked at Baoyangzi with mocking eyes, mocking. Said: "Although Yuexia Council did not master the forbidden curse, it does not mean that we know nothing about it. Or, in the past few decades, the first university has made no progress in the forbidden curse research?

An awkward expression appeared on Baoyangzi's face.

"I reminded you not to play such tricks." Old Yao put the pipe in his mouth and glanced at his old friend: "Young people nowadays are very good...not as naive as we were back then."

"If you think it is not the forbidden curse released by'a certain shadow', what do you think is the cause of the accident tonight?" Su Shijun did not give up the topic easily, but continued to look aggressively at Baoyangzi and continued:" Or do you think we caused such an accident ourselves?"

"The equipment in this laboratory cannot support high-level dimensional fluctuation experiments." Baoyangzi replied dryly: "I agree with your second guess."

Su Shijun sneered, and finally gave up and continued to ask.

Professor Yao immediately seized the opportunity to divert the subject.

"I just saw you gather those'things' quickly... You can handle the trouble so easily, why waste such a long time." The professor bit his pipe and spewed out a few thick smoke in dissatisfaction, and complained: "Now Time is precious. There are a lot of troubles in school, can't you just spend a little snack?"

"I said I was recording data carefully, otherwise what am I doing here." Master Baoyangzi also got rid of the previous embarrassment. He patted the heavy Dharma book in his arms and said as expected: "Do you think you can apply for a dimensional fluctuation experiment of this intensity? It will take half a year to submit the application materials to the Wizarding League alone. The process...not to mention today’s special accident, many of which are unique data, even through repeated experiments, I’m afraid it’s impossible to produce."

"This intensity?!" Su Shijun snorted softly, "I haven't erased even a building, what intensity can it have!"

"I thought you were at the scene, you should have a deep understanding." Master Baoyangzi touched his white beard and shook his head: "This is not a forbidden curse in our world... it is a forbidden curse in a two-dimensional world, or rather Natural disasters. Think about how many two-dimensional worlds it destroyed! Just aftermath can cause such great damage to the high-dimensional world... Do you still think the strength of this magic is very low?"

A word made the surroundings suddenly silent, and everyone's eyes gathered together toward the building.

The laboratory building, which was distorted in the red light before, was miraculously restored to its original appearance as the red light dissipated, as if there had never been an accident-the yellowed silver curtains are still on the wooden windows. The inside floated slightly, the obsidian wall tiles were still primitive and heavy, and even the small mottled moss in the corners of the walls were as fresh and emerald green as ever.

The depressive atmosphere did not last long.

A hoarse, sharp voice broke the silence in the room, and yelled:

"Scared the bird!"

An emerald budgerigar howled, flapped its wings, and flew above the heads of the crowd, fluttering off a few feathers from time to time, making noise:

"The bird almost thought that he could not come back! The bird is looking for three ancestors to preside over justice! You are child labor abuse! You are suspected of undocumented bird experiment! When the old man Yu called the bird to come to the stage, I have never said that there is such a risk! The bird needs a salary increase! It needs a risk subsidy! It needs spiritual compensation!!"

"Good talk, good talk..." Old Yao bit his pipe and waved at the fluttering parrot in mid-air to signal it to fall. At the same time, he smiled gently and said, "The salary will rise immediately! The subsidy will also be issued immediately! It should be given. You raise a level. As for spiritual compensation... Zhang Yu, talk to the Legal Affairs Department of the School Work Committee to see if we have any suitable compensation measures."

The professor turned his head and glanced at the teaching assistant next to him.

"Okay." The gray-haired young assistant nodded and responded simply.

"Is the dean kidding?" Thomas listened to the conversation with a strange expression on his face. He couldn't help but approached his colleague and asked in a low voice: "You won't really go to the Legal Affairs Office to discuss this later. Come on! A bird should be so used to it?!"

"Of course I am going." Zhang Yu glanced at him and emphasized: "Not only to go, but also to publicize the communication process and the results in the school newspaper..."

"Will it be a little fuss!" Thomas is still a little hard to understand: "This accident is so troublesome, why waste your energy on this trifle?"

"Small things? There are no small things in this world. There are only two attitudes that don't care about your personal interests and are serious and not serious." Zhang Yu shook his head slightly and prompted: "Look at those researchers."

"I know you have a good soup...but I've already had enough." Thomas was insensitive to his companion's profound aphorisms. He turned his head straight, muttered softly, and turned his head to look at those following Zhang Yu's prompt. Researchers who just fled the scene of the accident.

Although they are all registered wizards, the long-term laboratory work obviously suppresses the mental state of these researchers ~www.ltnovel.com~ so after they are out of danger, they behave a little nervously.

"After the accident, the most important thing is to recover-to restore the laboratory, resume work, and return to normal. The core of all recovery is them." Zhang Yu's lips moved slightly, and his voice seemed to be whispering: "Compared to those tedious psychological counseling With spiritual magic, being kind to a harsh budgerigar makes it easier for them to build confidence... The school is so tolerant of a bird, what about the experienced researcher?"

"Of course, it's just a little trick... It doesn't hurt to do it easily."

Thomas drooped his eyelids and sighed: "I originally thought I knew enough about this complicated society... Now it seems that the pattern is still broken."

Not far away, Professor Yao, who was chatting with Su Shijun and Master Baoyangzi, seemed to hear Thomas' sigh, the corner of his mouth hooked, and the wrinkles on his face became deeper.

The budgerigar, who had just received a salary raise and received spiritual compensation, reached the peak of bird life, standing on the shoulders of Lao Yao vividly, with his head high and his chest high, looking forward to majesty, with an expression of pride, as if the world was stepped on by it. Like under the feet.