Hunting College

"Thanks."

The boy held up the orange juice in his hand, touched the witch lightly, and planned to get away from the numbness, but at the same time, the voice of the witch seemed to be chatting:

"Speaking of fat people working overtime, I have a friend who works at the Beta Town Post. She said that last night, the editor-in-chief of the post got a big piece of news about the school's concealment of the winter hunting accident..."

Zheng Qing abruptly stopped the foot that was about to be lifted, and turned back slightly stiffly.

"Winter hunting accident?"

The young public finance student put on a smile on his face, and tried to look curious: "Isn't there no casualties in this winter hunting? Where did the accident come from? Is the Beta Town Post trying to make big news again..."

The last sentence is often used by school newspaper people to ridicule the post. Zheng Qing has heard the fat man say it many times, and he has learned it.

Hearing the familiar teasing, Barnes couldn't help but smile.

"This time it's probably not the Post that's making news, but the school is making news." After the witch finished speaking with profound meaning, she lightly took the initiative again: "Speaking of which, when the school's guardian circle unfolded, The Forgiveness Hunt is out there too...have you seen...or heard anything terrible?"

"for example?"

"Such as some out-of-control magical creatures...or more terrifying existences, etc." The witch deliberated, choosing an appropriate word: "Like those wild dragons and two-headed ogres we encountered."

Zheng Qing shook his head very slowly.

"If I remember correctly, Victor's patrol team was also outside the guardian circle." He did not answer the witch's question directly, but tried to re-lead the topic: "Didn't you see anything?"

"After the forgiveness hunting team left, we went in another direction to assist the Violet patrol team... Do you know Violet? Violet Jessop, the purple-haired witch in the assistant team, she and Victor has a good relationship and has also participated in the Battle of Hell."

Of course, Zheng Qing was deeply impressed by the witch who once destroyed his rune gun—he also knew that it was not Violet who dominated Violet's body at that time.

Linda continued: "...then a powerful magic barrier and violent starry sky turbulence appeared in the area where your hunting team is located, blocking all detection magic...so we didn't see any abnormalities...everyone guessed that there must be What happened, but no one knows exactly what happened. Then, the school came, and the winter hunting ended."

While speaking, the blond witch kept carefully looking at the wizard's face, as if trying to read something from his expression.

It's just that now Zheng Qing has been able to hide his expression very well.

There was a warm smile on his face, his eyes were fixed on the door, as if he was paying attention to the movements of the guests, and he agreed casually: "Well, I know the same as you... and the fat man should have mentioned it to you, The school arranged for us to sign a pact of silence... there is no way to reveal more information to you..."

The witch persisted for a few seconds. After realizing that she could not get any more information from the young public finance student, she had no choice but to raise the wine glass in her hand and bump into Zheng Qing.

Ding!

"It's a pity," she curled her lips. "Originally, Fatty might be able to write a similar report... This will be very helpful for him to get the golden feather."

"It's true...it's a pity."

The wizard bowed slightly, and before he could straighten up, he heard a teasing voice behind him.

"Dongdong said that you like to tease witches. I had reservations at first... You have such a pleasant chat here, does your squad leader know?"

Accompanied by this sound, the whole shop seemed to brighten up, and the originally noisy environment quickly quieted down, as if a strict professor walked into the classroom.

The young public fee student swayed, and the smile on his face quickly became stiff and helpless.

And the blond witch in front of him had bright eyes, looked behind the wizard, and at some point in her hand, there was a pale golden quill, which was unconsciously twisting in her palm.

Zheng Qing's heart twitched, he turned around quickly, and looked at Su Shijun who had just entered the store.

She was wearing a bright red dress with bare shoulders and a gorgeous necklace covered with large and small black gemstones and pearls, making her skin fairer—just look at this outfit, Zheng Qing I almost thought she was here to attend the dance under the moon today.

He seemed to notice the pale face of the wizard.

The Senator who had just entered the door blinked at him calmly, and then the slightly teasing voice sounded in Zheng Qing's ear again: "Don't worry, only you heard that sentence just now... This sentence is also... a simple little magic."

This time, Zheng Qing clearly saw that the owner of Qingqiu Mansion did not speak.

He took a deep breath from the bottom of his heart.

Then he realized he had just forgotten to breathe.

After continuing to breathe weakly, cold sweat broke out.

In just a few seconds, a series of images flashed through the wizard's mind—a moonless night, dirty sacks, angry crowds, a row of nightmare dolls that lost their heads, fire and screams, Dylan's coffin, The singing of the choir, the dark tombstone ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and the **** text on the tombstone:

'There is a pile of scum buried here, the greed in his heart ruined everything'

"Help me arrange an interview with Councilor Su! I will agree to any request!"

The blond witch's voice was soft and sincere, like a mosquito, but the young public servant turned a deaf ear and left behind the former editor-in-chief without hesitation.

"welcome!"

He greeted today's biggest anniversary guest with a loud, unflappable voice, but with the voice of a clerk in a dying inn: "Inside, please... would you like something?"

Zheng Qing could almost hear the rolling of eyes of everyone in the room.

The little elves were hustle and bustle, holding beautiful trays, carrying various drinks, snacks, and fruits, which greatly relieved the embarrassing atmosphere caused by the clumsy performance of young public welfare students.

Su Shijun’s expression was as indifferent as ever, with a slight nod, appearing proud and reserved—this is also in line with her consistent image in other people’s minds—but besides the indifference, there were the chattering voices of members of the next month’s parliament in the ears of the young public finance student :

"Looking at your performance just now, I suddenly realized that you have never participated in the dance held by the Clan under the Moon? In addition to the necessary conditions such as clothing, accessories, image and dance steps, how to choose wine, how to greet, and dance with your partner Communication, etc., are also very important content!"

"Do you know what glass should be paired with late harvest amber light and ice wine?"

"Or is there any difference between bone china, silverware and copper tableware setting?"

"Is there any difference in the steps of raising a wine glass and a tea cup?"