Hunting High School

A thousand frogs represent a thousand spells—regardless of whether the spells are strong or weak, a thousand spells is already a very considerable amount. The number of frogs kept in the pond next door is probably less than a thousand.

Not to mention that 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 sit up a little. Moreover, the slightly flattering mention of "Kini Mage Group" also made the old people in the original Kini hut tickle their mouths, showing a bit of interest.

Only Korma, who was sitting on the black high-back chair, remained unchanged.

It took a long time before she spoke, her voice was not loud, but it echoed clearly in the whole hall, looking extraordinarily solemn:

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

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

"Some people struggle to live for their ideals, some for their beliefs, and some just for their own sake. Then these good people all died in the past."

"We who are alive cannot forget the past."

Accompanied by her nostalgic tone, the jugglers on both sides of the long table lowered their heads in unison in a gesture of remembrance. And the middle-aged magician prostrated in the center of the hall, buried his head a little lower, and looked more respectful.

"...murder, betrayal, plunder, exploitation, deceit..."

"Someone has to pay for this."

"There should also be someone who seeks justice and delivers justice for the misery of the past."

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

The middle-aged magician who was prostrate on the ground began to tremble.

Kerma looked at the gorgeous robes on him that were incompatible with a magician, and suddenly chuckled: "You just mentioned that you will provide us with a thousand, or even five thousand frogs? Where do your frogs come from? "

Of course, let the jugglers catch it, how fast and cheap, isn't that what people in the North District do? ! As soon as this idea came to Zheng Qing's mind, he suddenly realized that even if half of the magicians in the North District transformed into wizards in the North District, it would mean that the abundant cheap labor force had shrunk significantly, and labor costs had risen.

This will touch the interests of many related parties.

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

"So... you shouldn't come here." Korma twitched the corners of his lips: "We would have met. But not now. Things should have developed in another way. We would have gone to you, to you. "

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

There was silence in the hall.

The wizards of the North District on both sides of the long case fixed their vicious eyes on the middle-aged magician, and they would swarm up and tear him to pieces as soon as the queen on the black chair gave a signal.

But nothing happened on the throne.

Two strong gray robes came out from the back of the hall and dragged the magician who was limp on the ground out of the room. Zheng Qing stood behind Mr. and witnessed all this from beginning to end.

"What do you think of Colmar's behavior?"

"What do you think of what Colma said just now?"

"What do you think of Colmar?"

The gentleman stood there quietly with his arms folded, without turning his head, but threw three questions to Zheng Qing in succession. It's like the teacher asked 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 fear... wizards to conjurers, or conjurers to wizards. But revenge doesn't dissolve hatred. It only adds to it."

"Of course, I am not opposed to the wizards of the North District liquidating the formerly corrupt North District system."

"Any society is always in a state of dynamic balance. A balance is needed between people to maintain the most basic order. From the moment Korma became a great wizard, the original balance of the North District has been broken. Yes. People in the North District, including other districts of Beta Town, even the First University, and even the entire Wizarding Union, need to readjust the weights in their hands to ensure that the balance of maintaining order is not destroyed."

"The magician who acts as a 'comprador' and the group he represents are the weights to be abandoned."

"From this point of view, there is nothing wrong with senior sister Kerma's rhetoric and actions."

"I support her."

After all, Zheng Qing nodded quite complacently, proud of being able to analyze the profound sociological principles behind the scene in front of him.

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Then the husband turned his head, with a little disappointment in his eyes.

"That's all?" he asked softly.

Zheng Qing felt a little flustered in his heart. He looked around, and even looked up at Korma who was sitting on the black high-back chair. Finally, Ai Ai added:

"...Senior Korma knows that the juggler has done evil, which belongs to the wisdom of the wise; but the sorcerer doesn't know what his actions mean in the eyes of senior Korma... This is no self-knowledge. "

This sentence, the young public-funded student summed it up based on what the teacher said before the class started. It's a little far-fetched, but Zheng Qing couldn't find any other entry point for a while:

"It is important for people to know themselves. It is very necessary to reflect on yourself every day... In the hall in front of you, many wizards in the North District who have just got rid of their status as magicians have begun to wear fancy clothes and eat delicious food, forgetting the pain of the past ; but Senior Sister Kerma can not forget her original intention... Only by not forgetting her original intention can she remain forever."

Zheng Qing was exhausted when he spoke in a cloud of mist - he is not good at such beautiful words that seem to have something to say but are actually empty and boring. That's the domain of Sim Fatty's work.

The husband sighed slightly: "I have vaguely touched the way, but it is not deep enough... It's like looking at flowers in the fog or looking at the moon through the window."

What is the difference between your rhetoric and mine!

Zheng Qing rolled his eyes in his heart, but he couldn't help thinking of what happened to a certain monkey when he was seeking Taoism in his mind. He couldn't help but glance at his husband a few more times, lest he might miss the riddle he played.

Mr. is holding his hands at the moment, is he telling me to 'close the Immortal Cave and recite Huang Ting silently'? Or are you saying, 'It is better to be silent than a thousand words'? Or "Mr. Lu Ye sits idle, but laughs at everyone for waking up"?

The young public finance student was full of random thoughts, and saw the gentleman walking up.

Stepping on the void is like climbing up stairs:

"That's it for now, I'll take you to another case."

Zheng Qing grabbed his husband by the sleeve and yelled in his heart, "Wait for me", and followed.