Hunting College

"World? What world? Which world?" The old man Bernard Shaw apparently has not paid much attention to this kind of current affairs news, and asked rhetorically.

It sounded that he mistakenly thought that the other party was referring to a new world.

"The world of "Magic Wand", the last'world' in the Arcana sequence!" The employee of Trigeminal Sword looked excited, as if the textual researcher had encountered a rare piece of information: "He is the wizarding world since the record The youngest winner of the title of'World'... In addition, he is also a public student of the first university and the winner of the Merlin Medal. The hunting team he led won the championship in the school hunting competition and captured more than half of the entire field. prey!"

"It's a freshman game, not a college cup." Zheng Qing said in a weak voice.

Listening to others listing their achievements one by one, there is always a strange feeling. His face flushed red-something he hadn't experienced in a long time.

"Meerlin Medal? Title of the world?" Old Bernard Shaw lowered his eyes as if he had met Zheng Qing for the first time, and looked at the young wizard with a serious and curious tone, and his tone became clearer: "In this case, blow the other end. The little monster makes sense."

"I didn't..." Zheng Qing's voice was extremely weak.

He felt that certain misunderstandings would never seem clear to him.

"Okay, which wizard doesn't have any secrets yet, no need to explain." Old Bernard Shaw waved his hand and directly qualitative Zheng Qing's answer. Someone from the Trigeminal Sword standing by the side nodded repeatedly without any objection.

The young public-funded student twitched his mouth, and finally gave up the struggle, no longer expecting to be able to sort out the matter in front of the two'adults'. He only hopes to leave this ghost place sooner.

You know, when he left school in the morning, Xiao Xiao also took a small house assistance mission.

He doesn't want his precious vacation to be wasted on others.

"Ahem," the employee of Trigeminal Sword coughed softly twice, re-attracting the attention of the young public-sponsored student: "Although your status is special, the process that should be carried out still needs to be carried out... I hope you don't mind."

Zheng Qing twitched the corner of his mouth.

He didn't mind at all—in fact, he didn't think his identity was special.

"Then, let's talk about the specific process of what happened." The wizard of Trigeminal Sword set up the note board again, so as to look at the young wizard in time. The snow-white feather pen hovered gently on the note board, waiting for Zheng Qing to speak.

Zheng Qing turned his head and glanced at Old Bernard Shaw.

The old boatman squinted his hands on the penny and was squinting at the other busy black robes on the reef at Bay Foot. He stared at the pile of mud left by the monster after his death. He didn't seem to notice the conversation between the two nearby. .

The young public-sponsored student took a breath, turned his head as if resigned, and began to describe what he had seen and heard along the way.

Starting from Linzhong Lake Pier, to the scenery on both sides of the bank, the boatman's minor, and then to the boiling of the river caused by a whitebait-even the minor tune sung by Bernard Shaw, he also said it-and finally the ferry boat at the river bend 'S encounter.

"...When the frog monster wanted to sneak attack on me, it was blocked by the captain, and then I subconsciously shot it, and then it turned into a pile of mud." Speaking of this, I seemed to be worried about the investigator. Don’t believe me, Zheng Qing also emphasized it specifically: “You can ask the captain about this. I am a normal talisman wrapped in evil spirits.”

"Don't worry, we will cross-check these." The wizard of the Trident Sword comforted, and then sighed again: "Sure enough, just like the teacher said at the beginning, even if a powerful wizard uses a simple binding spell, It can hold the throat of fate...like my evil charm, it is estimated that even a hundred-year old ghost can't be controlled."

Zheng Qing said that he had nothing to say.

On the other hand, Old Bernard Shaw seemed to be very satisfied with the title of'Captain' mentioned by Zheng Qing. Before the wizard of the Trident Sword could speak, he smiled and said, "This passenger on my ship has already spoken in great detail. More to add, in short, it was the hand of the descendant of Satogua who did it first, and the school work committee will not pay for it."

Hearing this, Zheng Qing burst into tears, and nodded repeatedly—he thought so too.

The wizard of the Trigeminal Sword laughed twice and said: "This kind of thing, this kind of thing, can only be confirmed after the investigation results come out... We are only responsible for a brief investigation, and only for the investigation."

Old Bernard Shaw was a little dissatisfied: "In other words, you are not going to **** us ashore?"

"Escort?" Zheng Qing raised his eyebrows, puzzled by the old man's words.

Noting his confusion, the wizard of Trigeminal Sword explained in due course: "You are only doing simple registration here, and you need to further assist in the investigation when you dock later... Don't worry, it's all procedural issues, very simple. As for escorts, It’s also for your safety. After all, you are the descendants of Satogua."

Zheng Qing no longer intends to argue with him whether he has blown up the frog.

He was very concerned about the other situation that the Trident Sword Wizard said.

"Does the Satogua you mentioned take revenge?" His tone was a little disturbed.

The wizard of the Trigeminal Sword touched the feathers of the quill, hesitated, and then explained: "Although it is just an evil demon, theoretically, the descendants of this kind of old ruler are registered with their ancestors. Any abnormality in their life state will attract covetous eyes from the depths of the starry sky... so this matter is a little more serious."

Zheng Qing swallowed quietly.

Therefore, he must not be related to the strange death of that frog!

It's almost dead!

Is the existence of the old ruler that a freshman in college can afford?

For a moment, Zheng Qing even began to consider whether he should be more thorough in front of Su Shijun and hide in the Qingqiu Mansion.

But soon he rejected the idea.

Relatively speaking, First University is a bit more secure than Qingqiu Mansion.

"Then ~www.ltnovel.com~ the one you are talking about," Zheng Qing stretched out his index finger and pointed to the top of his head quietly, and asked in a low voice, "When will it respond?"

"It's not necessarily," the wizard of the Trident Sword obviously didn't realize the young boy's anxiety, and replied indifferently: "Maybe a day, maybe a week, maybe a month... You know, that kind of existence is irrespective of body size or consciousness. It is huge and unmatched. It turns a thought that some short-born species may pass in a lifetime... and there are some who have just woke up and are unconscious, the reaction may be slower."

"So, it depends on luck." Old Bernard Shaw said from the side-he knew what the worries behind Zheng Qing's problem were-comforted: "But don't worry, this is Phuket Island. You are a student of the first university. , And there are so many titles that give Satogua a hundred courage, and he dare not stray here."

This answer finally made Zheng Qing feel a little relieved.

. Literature Museum

Dear, click in, give a good comment, the higher the score, the faster the update, it is said that the new full marks are found at the end of the beautiful wife!

The new revision and upgrade address of the mobile station: data and bookmarks are synchronized with the computer station, and fresh reading without ads!