Hunting College

Today is Saturday. Zheng Qing originally planned to go to the upcoming d&k with other hunters from the Youxin Hunting Team after finishing the morning class to continue their tidying up. But because of the dull chat in the dormitory during breakfast, the young public student finally decided to slightly modify his schedule.

He decided to take the little elves to the "Institute of Abnormal Life" first, and find Dr. Duzem for a routine check. In his opinion, no matter whether the medicine that the doctor configured before is about to expire, as long as the elves' inspection results are still normal, there is still room for recovery.

Although it is the busiest commercial street outside the school, because it is Saturday morning, most of the students who have been busy for a week are still sleeping in the dormitory to make up for the vitality owed for five days-especially now it is winter. Outside the house, the sky is cold and the north wind is whistling, while the house is warm like spring and the atmosphere is soothing. Whether to wrap himself in a bed and play chess with Zhou Gong, or to exile himself shivering in the cold wind, this is a question of no choice.

So when Zheng Qing walked on the pedestrian street holding the paper house of the elves, there were few figures in his sight. Even if a few students passed by, they were walking in a hurry, lowering their heads and covering their ears. Except for a pair of eyes, they wished to cover every inch of their exposed skin with thick fur.

Because of a low-quality thermal insulation charm, Zheng Qing didn't wear much thick clothes. He still wore the robes of the Jiuyou Academy, except for an extra dark red wool scarf around his neck.

This scarf is a Thanksgiving gift from the elves-in fact, every wizard in the 403 dormitory received a gift from the elves, but they gave Zheng Qing a scarf, which was given to Xin The fat man was a pair of woolen gloves, and the one he gave Xiao Xiao was a woolen sleeve, while Mr. Vampire Werewolf received a woolen hat.

When receiving this gift, all the wizards in the 403 dormitory, including Xiao Xiao, were shocked, especially Zheng Qing. Even though he has always believed that elves are truly intelligent beings and actively defends them, he only considers this issue from the perspective of logical behavior ability and equal morality-the longer he stays in school, the stubbornness he was at the beginning The less emboldened—Xiao Xiao's comment on this is, "You can't tell the difference between sympathy and reason."

However, the gifts received on Thanksgiving Day gave Zheng Qing's efforts again in a sense. He no longer thinks that he is just working for a group of ‘ai’, but affirmed that all elves have souls and equal lives with wizards.

That is to say, from that day on, when Zheng Qing mentioned the topic related to the elves again, the other young wizards in the 403 dorm no longer held a wait-and-see attitude and laughed. They also began to think seriously, making suggestions for the identity of the elves.

Of course, for now, everything, the most important thing, is to ensure that the group of elves napping in Zheng Qing's arms can survive this winter safely and healthily.

The paper house in Zheng Qing's arms is no longer the crude look when the witches from the 08-1 class of Astronomy were sent.

The walls of the paper house are covered with various talismans for heat preservation, wind protection and noise suppression. In order to ensure that these little guys stay in the house comfortably, young public-sponsored students spend half an hour every night to post this paper house. The new Fulu.

Inside the paper house, there are a four-poster bed carved by Fatty Xin with mahogany, the copper components and a few small bonsai decorations that Xiao Xiao has given to the house, and Dylan, who is said to be a cousin of his The toys were removed, and a dressing table with half-length mirrors was added to the elves.

There are many changes, and the young wizards all hope that the elves can stay in this room happily.

The Institute of Abnormal Life is located deep in a narrow old alley in the eastern district of Beta Town. This is one of the oldest settlements in Beta Town, so the houses Zheng Qing saw along the way looked a little shabby.

The feeling is the same as when I came here in summer and autumn, this alley is still so quiet and deep, like a dead old man, nothing can arouse its curiosity and restlessness.

But unlike the scenery in summer and autumn, in winter, there is no green moss in the corner of the wall in the alley, no ratwoman shaking tentacles in the cracks of the stone, and no lush branches and leaves of the creeper on the wall, and among those branches are looming and wide. The eyes of the grass sperm who watch the visitors' movements are alert.

Some are just a bald, blue-gray world of cold stone.

The iron gate of the institute was not closed, it was just ajar. Across the door, two familiar voices faintly came from the courtyard.

"...You can't use this potion so casually, it's illegal." Dr. Dozem's tone was a little rushed, and his voice was full of anxiety: "And, how can you use it so quickly? It's not magic at all..."

"Reassured, relieved!" Another witch reassured in an indifferent tone: "I'm not a child, I know...just a few small experiments."

"...No matter what, I will only provide you with a single potion for one person every week." Dr. Dozem didn't seem to be moved by the witch's comforting words, and said very firmly: "If you are willing to provide me A more detailed use report, then I agree to tailor a more appropriate medication plan for you..."

"One person is one person, and one person is barely enough." The witch interrupted Dr. Dozem and happily agreed: "That's it! Of course, there is no use report... You won't give it to my house. Give a small report!"

In the last sentence, her voice rose slightly, and her tone was a bit of warning~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Dr. Dozem did not answer, but remained silent.

At this moment, a slightly older voice broke the awkward atmosphere in the room.

"Miss Jiang, Master, we have new guests... It is winter now. It is very impolite to let Master Zheng Qing blow the cold wind outside the house alone."

Hearing this, Zheng Qing's heart jumped. Just stepping back, the **** iron door in front of him opened completely with a creak.

At the end of the hall, Jiang Yu, wearing a red velvet shawl and a long skirt, was looking outside in surprise. And Dr. Duzem was still in the shabby black-gray wizard robe, without a bow tie around his neck as always.

The door was opened by Dr. Duzem's old servant, Constantine.

"Good morning, Master Zheng Qing." The old servant greeted the young wizard very politely, and bowed slightly: "Please...You are here at the right time. The young master just planned to send Miss Jiang out."

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