Hunting College

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The world that Zheng Qing lived before the age of eighteen—let's call it the scientific world—one thing he admired very much. That is, everything must be logical and pragmatic.

For example, there are undulating white or blue-green flames above the graves in the middle of the night. Based on their nature and composition, we can judge the spontaneous combustion reaction of phosphine with low ignition point at room temperature.

Another example is that mountaineering enthusiasts encountered an avalanche in the mountains at an altitude of 6,000 meters. Geologists will tell you that it is because when the cohesion and gravity stalemate inside the snow, they are disturbed by external forces, such as rolling stones and shaking footsteps. , Wind, etc., the external pressure exceeds the cohesion, which eventually leads to an avalanche.

Or maybe there was a case of murder in a secret room in a private club. After the police carefully inspected the scene, carefully checked the video, and meditated, they could always use the remaining water stains on the scene, locked windows and doors, and the calm waiter to infer a clever But a very reasonable way of killing.

It's just that this set of procedures is not so easy to use in the wizarding world, which is the world Zheng Qing currently stays in.

Because this is a world with magic.

In the magical world, the white or blue-green flames floating above the graves in the middle of the night may be ghosts wandering around wearing cosmetic contact lenses; an avalanche occurred on the top of the mountain, possibly due to giants fighting for the position of the leader, or a certain snowman because Long hair was hung up by a tree branch, so he lost his temper; and the possibility of murder in the secret room is more likely-curses, potions, witches, drop heads, nightmares, etc.-even if it has been less than half a year in the wizarding world Zheng Qing can list a lot of similar methods.

This is a very bad part of the wizarding world-eternal uncertainty.

You never know how far away the result of your inference is from the truth.

Of course, there are still many terrible places in the wizarding world. Just like on the walls and floors of an old house, there will always be unclean magic-thirsty mold, and a pearl-colored ghost will appear from time to time in the house of a dead person. For example, when you are a hundred and eighty years old, you end up killing yourself. My old enemy, after going home from his grave, he saw that he can still beat you up in your twelve-year-old primary school graduation photo.

It is very sad to think about it.

But things have two sides. The uncertainty of the conclusion certainly increases the difficulty of the decision, but it also reduces the difficulty of finding the answer in some way-when faced with any incomprehensible or unanswerable question, you just need to shrug your shoulders and spread your hands. , Just say "this is magic" and it's fine.

Just like now.

The group of little elves raised by Zheng Qing obviously had a serious problem. Theoretically speaking, the elves who lack a matching life potion and prolong their lives with the potion formulated with royal jelly when using sand should have a series of abnormal symptoms before the theoretical expiration date of the potion—such as dizziness, sleepiness, etc. Such as decreased judgment ability, slower reaction speed, etc.

However, according to the actual inspection results of Dr. Duzem, these little elves are very healthy, completely illogically healthy, and so healthy that a doctor who is a senior alchemist cannot believe it.

"This is unscientific!" After hearing Dr. Dozem attribute the cause of the elf anomaly to himself, the young man stayed for a few seconds and couldn't help but yelled: "It's totally unreasonable! Except for what you told me. Outside of matters, I have never done anything more to them! Not at all!"

His voice was a little out of control, and it seemed very abrupt in this quiet little courtyard.

The old servant Constantine, who was directing several copper pots of different colors to water and fertilize the herbs in the nursery, was startled by the cry of the young wizard, and his hand shook. As a result, the three copper pots were hit hard. together.

"Ah! You idiot! You should just fly to the left! Didn't I tell you before?" A green copper kettle screamed, "The pesticide in my stomach almost spilled out... Every drop of these medicines is better than you The water in that belly is worth a hundred times!"

"But I just flew to the left..." Another yellow copper pot replied timidly, trying to move the pot back, trying to avoid the saliva sprayed from the green copper pot.

"Idiot! The two of you are opposite, your left is its right!" The red copper pot sandwiched between the two pots sneered, first despised the yellow copper pot, and then used a mocking tone. Said to the green copper pot: "Excuse me, the few valuable potions in your stomach were not spilled in the collision just now, they all spurted out of your yelling saliva."

"I'm very sorry..." The yellow copper kettle cautiously approached the red copper kettle a little bit.

"Who are you stupid, red pot! Dare to compare the insecticidal speed with me!" When the green copper pot heard the ridicule of the red copper pot, it became more annoyed and the cry became more acute.

"So you are an idiot." The red copper kettle continued to sneer: "I'm not as stupid as you...I will use a stomach of fertilizer to compare the speed of insecticide with your insecticide."

"Shut up all three of you!" The old servant listened to the noise of the three copper pots. He only felt that his brain hurts. Eventually he stomped the pickaxe in fright. "Master is busy over there... Shouting, be careful, I smash you all with a hoe!"

"I said long ago that the copper pot should be hammered with a **** if it takes more than a year, otherwise too much dirt will build up in the belly, which will block the brain circuit... Now you are finally willing to listen." Old The mattock in the servant's hand was hoarse and said with a smile.

The young public-sponsored student vaguely heard what seemed to be a small disturbance in the nursery not far away.

It's just that he is now full of thoughts in the words that Dr. Duzem just said, and he is not in the mood to pay attention to the little things of the copper pot quarrel.

"This is unscientific, impossible..." Zheng Qing muttered, looking down at the elf in the paper house, completely confused.

"This is magic." Dr. Dozem shrugged, spread his hand, and added in a very casual tone: "Magic, it is the power to transform all kinds of incredible into reality... You think it's incredible, it means you haven't Adapting to the power of magic, not adapting to this magical world~www.ltnovel.com~ As you think it is impossible," Dr. Dozem said, lowering his head, looking down at the huge sunglasses on the face of the young public student, and chuckling: "Since your eyes can turn into such a beautiful and subtle color, it shouldn't be a difficult thing to understand your little elves... Carefully remember, have you ever happened to yourself? Something beyond the general magical state."

Zheng Qing opened his mouth, and just wanted to explain that his eyes were red because of bruises, but when he heard the last words of the doctor, he suddenly thought of the black cat that ran out of him in the freshman competition, and thought of a certain breakthrough in the two-dimensional barrier. In the shadow of this world, he was silent when he thought of his same abnormal transformation technique and the similar conjectures of Professor Yao and Su Shijun.

If it is said that the elf needs a life potion that matches its essence to survive, it is an approximate rule.

So according to Lao Yao, the most effective way for the wizarding world to change the law is forbidden spells.

Fortunately or unfortunately, Zheng Qing seems to have a certain degree of intersection with both.

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