Hunting College

A thousand frogs represent a thousand spells-regardless of the strength of the spell, a thousand spells are already a very considerable number. There are probably less than a thousand frogs in the pond next door.

What's more, the juggler mentioned that he could provide more frogs in the future.

With this condition, the wizards of the North District sitting behind the long table couldn't help but straighten up a bit. Moreover, the slightly flattering reference of "Gini Master Group" also made the old people in the Gini hut hooked, showing a somewhat interested look.

Only Colma, who was sitting in a black high-back chair, had no change in expression.

After a long time, she spoke, her voice was not loud, but it echoed clearly in the entire hall, looking very solemn:

"A lot of good people died in the past."

"The brave, kind, smart, cunning, fearless, strong, stubborn, etc., many, many good people died in the past."

"Some people are struggling to live for their ideals, some for their beliefs, and others just to live. Then these good people have died in the past."

"We who are alive cannot forget the past."

With the nostalgic tone of her voice, the North District jugglers on both sides of the long table all bowed their heads in remembrance. And the middle-aged conjurer who was crawling in the middle of the hall buried his head a bit lower, making him more respectful.

"... Murder, betrayal, plunder, oppression, deception..."

"Someone must pay for this."

"There should also be someone seeking justice and upholding justice for the tragedies of the past."

Having said this, Kolma paused, as if thinking about what to say next. The wizards sitting in the hall were keenly aware of the abnormal atmosphere gradually spreading in the air, and their spirits became more tense.

The middle-aged conjurer, who was crawling on the ground, began to shiver.

Kolma looked at his gorgeous robe that was incompatible with the magician, and suddenly chuckled: "You just mentioned that you want to provide us with one thousand or even five thousand frogs? Where did your frogs come from? "

Of course, let the jugglers catch it. How fast and easy it is, don’t all the people in the North District do that? ! Just when Zheng Qing had this idea in his mind, he suddenly woke up-even if half of the North District jugglers turned into North District wizards, it meant that the original abundant cheap labor was greatly reduced, and labor costs rose.

This will touch the interests of many related parties.

Just like the middle-aged juggler who applied for the curse seal, according to Zheng Qing’s simple understanding, he should belong to the “comrador” or “capitalist” class in the juggler group, and obtain it by squeezing the same kind and secretly communicating with the dark wizard. High returns.

"So... you shouldn't be here." Colmar twitched his lips: "We would have met originally. But not now. Things should have developed in another way. We would have gone to you and you. "

"In that case, I don't need to waste saliva, and you won't kneel on the ground with your legs tingling."

The hall was quiet.

The wizards in the north area on both sides of the long case fixed their vicious eyes on the middle-aged conjurer, waiting for the queen on the black chair to send a signal, and then rushing to tear him to pieces.

But there was no response from the throne.

Two strong gray robes walked out from the back of the hall, dragging the limp magician out of the house. Zheng Qing stood behind her husband and witnessed all this from beginning to end.

"How do you evaluate Colmar's practice?"

"What do you think of Colmar's remark just now?"

"What do you think of Colmar classmate?"

The gentleman stood there quietly, without turning his head, but threw three questions to Zheng Qing in a row. It's like the teacher asks the students questions after letting go of the case in class.

Zheng Qing frowned and thought for a moment before slowly answering:

"People hate what they are afraid of... the sorcerer is against the wizard, or the wizard against the wizard. But revenge does not resolve hatred. It only adds to hatred."

"Of course, I am not against the North District wizards liquidating the previously rotten North District system."

"Any society is always in a dynamic balance. People need to be balanced in order to maintain the most basic order. When Colmar became the Great Wizard, the original balance of the North District has been broken. People in the North District, including other districts in Beta Town, even the first university, and even the entire Wizarding League, need to re-adjust the weights in their hands to ensure that the balance of maintaining order is not disrupted."

"The juggler who acts as a'comrador' and the group he represents are the weight of being abandoned."

"From this point of view, Senior Sister Korma's rhetoric and practice have no problems."

"I support her."

After all, Zheng Qing nodded quite complacent, proud that he was able to analyze the profound sociological principles behind the scene in front of him.

Then the husband turned his head, disappointed in his eyes.

"Only these?" He asked softly.

Zheng Qing felt a little flustered in his heart, looked around, and even looked up at Colmar sitting on the black high-back chair. In the end, Ai Ai added:

"...Senior Sister Korma knows that the magician has done evil, which belongs to the wisdom of others; the magician does not know what his actions mean in the eyes of Senior Sister Korma... This is without self-knowledge. "

This sentence is summed up by the young public-funded students based on what their husband said before the class started. It's a little far-fetched, but Zheng Qing can't find other entry points for a moment:

"People are very self-knowledge. It is very necessary to reflect on yourself every day... In this hall, many wizards in the North District who have just gotten rid of their status as magicians have begun to wear Chinese clothes and eat delicious food, forgetting the pain of the past. ; But Senior Sister Korma can not forget her original intention...

With some hazy words, Zheng Qing was exhausted. He was not good at saying something like this, but it was really empty and boring. He was not good at UU reading www.uukanshu.com. That's Fatty Xin's scope of work.

The husband sighed slightly: "Vaguely touched the road, but not deep enough... It's like looking at flowers in the mist, looking at the moon from the window.

What is the difference between your rhetoric and me!

Zheng Qing rolled his eyes in his heart, but in his mind he couldn't help thinking of what happened to a certain monkey when he asked for the Tao.

At the moment, the gentleman is telling me that I should'close the Dongfu tightly and recite the Huangting quietly'? Or are you saying ‘every word is worse than silence’? Or "Mr. Green Field idles his hands, but laughs and everyone wakes up"?

The young public-sponsored student was thinking wildly, and saw his husband lift his foot up and walk up.

Step on the void, like climbing up a level:

"This is the case for the time being, let me take you to see another case."

Zheng Qing grabbed her husband by the elbow, yelled "wait for me" from the bottom of his heart, and followed.