Mage Joan

"Little White" wandered anxiously in the cage, trying to make a cry.

After a period of experimentation, when it realized that all its efforts were of no avail, it had to be forced to accept the reality, and like other cocks, it hung its head and pecked at corn kernels, no longer entangled in the strange things that happened to itself.

Qiao An observed beside him and saw that "Xiao Bai" silently accepted the disaster of innocence. The appetite did not seem to be greatly affected. First, he was relieved, and then he felt a trace of inexplicable sorrow.

If you think about it carefully, there is no other choice for "Little White" except to accept it. It's just a chicken, destined to refuse to become a human dish or experiment. Instead of worrying about the doom that you are unable to get rid of, it is better to eat as much as you like while you are still alive, at least you don't have to be a starving ghost.

From this perspective, those who admire "there is wine now and get drunk now" are actually similar to the "Xiaobai" mentality, except that the chicken does not understand what is called "pessimism", but just instinctively accompanies the encounter, but humans are more Developed wisdom, more delicate emotions, experience deeper despair and disillusionment.

The next day, Joan woke up in the roar. Putting on his coat in a hurry, he ran downstairs without even rubbing his face, and went to the kitchen backyard to observe his experiment.

In the cage made of wooden strips, three little roosters stood with their chests high and their heads screamed vividly, like singing in a game.

"Little White" tilted his head, his eyes full of confusion, and tried to sing the song several times, but the result was no sound. Perhaps he didn't want to experience frustration anymore, he simply gave up the innate habit of crowing early in the morning, turned his back to his companions, and pecked at the corn kernels.

Joan suspected that "Little White" was using uncontrolled eating to vent the depression caused by his disability. At least he could forget unpleasant things when eating. In this way, it won't take long before it will eat itself into a big fat chicken, and it will be closer to the day when it is slaughtered and cooked.

"It's like committing suicide."

Joan sighed with emotion, and afterwards he rallied and performed "Aphasia" again. This time, he turned the happiest rooster he just called-"Two Flowers"-into a dumb.

Although there is some sympathy for these living experimental bodies, Joan has to admit: thanks to the sacrifice of the cocks, the experiment has been going smoothly so far.

He was very happy to see the magic he invented had the expected effect on the cocks.

The next morning, only two chickens were crowing, and both "Xiaobai" and "Erhua" lost their voices.

Joan went downstairs early to check it and make a record in the experiment log. Afterwards, the caster turned the "big flower" into a dumb.

In the early morning of the fourth day, Joan didn't hear the roar of the rooster when he got up, which surprised him. He quickly put on his clothes and went downstairs to check.

Walking into the backyard of the kitchen, a faint chirping of chickens was heard from afar. Even though the whistle was overshadowed by a more violent slap, the cries turned into moans.

Joan was more and more surprised, and ran to the chicken coop, squatted down, and couldn't help but startle!

The last little rooster in the cage was intact, with blood stains on its yellow feathers. Whenever it tried to whistle in accordance with its habit to celebrate the dawn of dawn, the other three roosters, which had lost their ability to cry, turned their heads and stared at it collectively with a hateful look.

"Xiaohuang" shrank timidly towards the corner of the cage, and just whispered. The feathers on the neck of "Xiaobai" exploded in an instant, flapping its wings and swooping towards it, pecking wildly on its head and body.

When the four little roosters were just bought back, they were about the same size. However, after three days of feeding, the first "Little White" who became dumb was almost crazy to eat day and night. His size and weight obviously exceeded that of "Little Yellow", and his temperament also became more distorted and violent. It was like a fight. Crazy, the pitiful "Xiaohuang" was ignorant by its pecked face, neither understanding why "Xiaobai" bullied himself, nor was he capable of resisting.

The other two roosters, "Two Flowers" and "Big Flowers", watched silently beside them. They neither participated in the fight nor did they mean to stop them. They looked like their vocal cords.

Joan took a deep breath and suppressed the uneasiness in his heart. He cast the "Mage's Hand" and pushed away the "Little White" who was biting on the back of "Little Yellow" to prevent it from committing murder.

From what he just observed, "Xiaobai" seems to be jealous that "Xiaohuang" can still cry out, and then violently vent his jealousy.

Although "Dahua" and "Erhua" did not participate in the fight, they did not see sympathy for the "Xiaohuang" encounter from their attitudes, and they seemed more gloating.

Joan couldn't figure out why these four little **** who were getting along harmoniously three days ago suddenly turned their backs.

This is obviously not to compete for territories, food or spouses. It seems that his spell experiment splits the roosters into different groups, which creates contradictions.

The more Joanna thinks, the more profound the problem is, and it should probably fall into the category of psychology, sociology, and philosophy. He is just a little mage, and he doesn’t know much about knowledge other than arcane knowledge, and this is not the case. His research focus.

Joan scratched his head, dispelled his distracted thoughts, took out a small piece of black agate, and cast 2 rings of "Aphasia" to turn "Little Yellow" into a dumb.

The chicken cage fell silent.

In this deadly silence, "Little Yellow" shook his neck in vain, trying to make a sound, but couldn't even make a cry.

"Little White", "Big Flower" and "Two Flowers" sideways stared at "Little Yellow" with their heads crooked, and soon lost interest in it, instead burying their heads and eating corn kernels.

Early the next morning, Joan woke up in silence. Thinking of the caged chicken I raised, I went downstairs to the backyard to check it out.

The four little roosters are very lively, "Xiaobai" and "Xiaohuang" have no enthusiasm for biting yesterday, and they seem to get along very well.

When Joan observed "Xiaohuang", "Xiaohuang" also looked back at him unintentionally. Somehow, Joan seemed to see a hint of gratitude in the little rooster's eyes.

What does it thank me for?

Joan couldn't help wondering.

If "Little Huang" is smart enough, he should hate talents who damage his voice.

However, Joan couldn't see the hate in his eyes, maybe he was thanking himself for making it dumb, just like the other three cocks, making it no longer stand alone, and no longer be companion Indifference and bullying.

Joan doesn't think that the chicken's feelings are so rich, and his thinking ability is so developed. The so-called "grateful gaze" is probably just his own illusion.

But somehow, this thought made him shudder and dared to face the four silent **** in the cage alone, and hurriedly left the courtyard like he was running away.

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