Hunting High School

With Zheng Qing, Mr. Wu fell from the sky and slowly fell towards the northern area of ​​the town.

The direction is clear.

There is a street where he fell, called Gu Diao Street.

There is a tavern on the street called Sakura Tavern.

The closer the distance to the tavern, the more uneasy Zheng Qing felt—he didn't think that the husband didn't know about his relationship with Senior Colmar, but the husband still brought him to come from a different perspective, isn't it? What is the deep meaning?

The boy couldn't figure it out for a while, so he could only stuff this doubt into his stomach.

In the process of falling, the husband did not remain silent, but chatted with Zheng Qing like a chat:

"What do you think a wizard is?"

Zheng Qing recalled the definitions in textbooks and dictionaries, and tentatively replied: "...a practitioner who pursues the truth? Or, a person who knows magic?"

Mr. smiled.

"These statements are correct, but not deep enough." He raised his hand and drew an arc in front of him, as if caressing the entire university, his voice seemed a little ethereal: "...in fact, most wizards are just a group of chasing Poor worm of time."

"Wizards are as obsessed with time as Bai Ding is with money."

"Just as money is never too much for white people, time is never enough for wizards. So few wizards are willing to stay during white time. On the other hand, it is also because the Baiding World is too barren and lacks long-living substances... On the contrary, the New World has a lot of substances that can sublimate life. This is why young people with ideals like to go outside and work hard."

The northern area is called the concave area, not only because there are a large number of magicians gathered here, but also because there is not enough inspiration here? Zheng Qing immediately combined Mr.'s words with the situation in front of him.

Then he offered his own opinion—like a good student trying to be inquisitive in class: "I remember the book saying that time is the most accurate measurement?"

"Indeed, many people insist on this point of view." Mr. nodded, but did not take it seriously:

"But it is better to have no books than to believe in books... Wizards' preference for time makes them believe that time is the most accurate measurement. Just like many white men regard money as a sign of success. In fact, every dimension should have its own Unique and precise weights and measures. Time just covers a slightly wider range."

What Mr. said is always so reasonable.

Zheng Qing nodded secretly, with a more sincere expression.

Mr. glanced at him:

"I originally thought that natural growth would bring natural fruits, and the seeds of 'order' could affect everything. I considered all aspects, many details. But I ignored the most basic part."

"Philippine, you have; petty bourgeois, you too; good student, you've always done it."

"The only thing I didn't expect was to make you read too many books and make you, who grew up in a world where pragmatism prevails, full of romantic thoughts in your head - this is the case for those elves, this is the case for friends Yes, it’s the same for myself.”

"The question and answer just now confirmed my opinion."

"People in Alpha often say that Jiuyou is a group of nerds. When you are bookish, you also have nerdiness. But this is not what I hope for you. Your pattern should be bigger."

"Quality is better than writing, then you are wild, Wen is better than quality, then history, and gentle, then you are a gentleman."

"Starting today, I will take you around and look around, let you re-understand the world and re-examine the essence of own. Those who know others are wise, and those who know themselves are wise... The content of the first lesson, how to be born as a human being Be human (benevolence)."

As soon as the voice fell, the figures of the two also landed on the second floor of the Sakura Tavern.

Entering the house through the wall, it landed directly in the middle of the hall on the second floor.

The hall was very busy with people coming and going, but no one was making any noise, it seemed quiet and solemn—as Zheng Qing expected, everyone ignored the two figures suddenly appearing in the center of the hall, which were the students from Colmar. Sister, the same is true.

I haven't seen you for a few days, Senior Sister Kerma—or to use the more formal title of 'Great Sage'—her body is a bit more majestic, like a queen, sitting on the 'throne' at the end of the hall superior. It was a simple but heavy black high-back chair, sitting on a stone platform, which was nearly half a meter higher than all the surrounding chairs.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but Zheng Qing felt that the figure of senior sister Kerma looked extraordinarily tall in this hall.

The original round table in the hall was removed at some point, and what was left was a long table with sauce-red velvet tablecloths on both sides, like two rows of guards of honor being inspected, neat and quiet.

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Equally neat and quiet were the 'Wizards of the North District' sitting behind the long table.

They were the first batch of young magicians to obtain the seal of the spell. Following in the footsteps of the great sage of Korma, many of them dyed their hair white, if not all of them, there would be a lock of hair dyed white. To show respect.

There are two things on the table in front of every North District wizard, a book on the right hand side and a frog on the left hand side. The frogs are all alive, whether they have been fed medicine or not, they all lie quietly on the plate with their eyes closed, motionless, and only when their belly bulges occasionally can it prove that they are still alive.

A skinny middle-aged magician, wearing a slightly gorgeous plain robe, crawled between the long tables and under the black chair, talking in a rambling manner.

Zheng Qing listened for a long time before he understood that he was bragging about his contribution to magicians.

The middle-aged magician was the steward of a chamber of commerce in the northern part of Beta Town, responsible for purchasing herbs and other magic materials that the magicians collected from the Silent Forest. Occasionally, he also acts as a broker, providing suitable candidates for alchemy workshops that lack labor.

According to the words of this magician, during his working years, he has provided jobs for thousands of magicians and maintained the life of hundreds of magician families. A curse seal.

Of course, the magician's words were more tactful than Zheng Qing understood. He didn't even explicitly mention that he deserved a curse seal as a reward, and most of his words were complimenting the great sage of Korma for his outstanding performance in the northern district. contribute.

It's just that Zheng Qing listened to the meaning behind the words.

The young wizard felt a little tired.

Kerma-senpai seems to feel the same way.

"knew."

The great sage waved his hand, signaling the middle-aged juggler to step down, without expressing his own opinion.

The magician didn't retreat immediately, but crawled lower.

"Thank you for your mercy." He said respectfully, but raised his voice a little bit: "For the prosperity and stability of the North District, I brought a thousand fat live frogs to the Kini Mages... and every month brought so many. With your approval, I will work hard to increase this number to five thousand."