Hunting High School

Zheng Qing has heard a saying before that if you don't know any customs on a certain festival, you can choose to eat dumplings. Dumplings are to festivals what snake oil is to potions—the so-called 'panacea' is actually 'universal oil'.

But I don't know if applying snake oil all over the body can cure own troubles.

Thinking of this, the young public finance student couldn't help but sighed deeply again, picked up a dumpling, stuffed it into his mouth, chewed it, and then narrowed his eyes: "What's the filling for the dumpling today?"

"Is it delicious?" Fatty glanced at him.

Zheng Qing hesitated and nodded slightly: "Delicious is delicious..."

"It's good enough, there's so much nonsense!" The fat wizard waved his hands impatiently, lowered his head and continued to catch up with the own manuscript, and at the same time muttered: "If I don't buy it myself, there are still a lot of bullshit!"

These words stood at the commanding heights of morality, and Zheng Qing was powerless to refute, so he could only silently bite through a dumpling wrapper and carefully examine the fillings inside.

After observing for a while, he can only confirm that the main filling is some kind of meat, which is tender and smooth, completely different from what he usually eats. A few detection spells were thrown on it, but nothing abnormal was found. Fortunately, the young wizard closed his eyes and happily enjoyed the delicious meal.

It wasn't until he put down the quickie, pushed away the plate, and let out a sigh of satisfaction that Xin Fatty put down the quill in his hand, and looked at the young public fee student with a sneer.

"Speak!"

With a big wave of Zheng Qing's hand, he stopped the fat wizard from speaking: "Even if you say it, you have to wait for me to digest it...otherwise it would be a waste of this plate of delicious food."

"Not that serious."

Mr. Vampire Werewolf lying on the edge of the coffin continued to reply in his lazy tone: "It's just a plate of dumplings stuffed with frog meat...the murlocs like it best...but I don't think you have such prejudice. "

Because murlocs like it, frog meat is considered unrefined and despised by old-school wizards. Of course, many young wizards don't have this taboo, and occasionally eat a few frogs to try something new.

Hearing this, Zheng Qing breathed a sigh of relief: "Hmm... I was shocked... and I prepared myself for a long time... I'm ready to hear an answer worse than 'slug'. Frog meat, frog Isn’t meat just water chicken, good stuff, good stuff.”

As he spoke, he opened his mouth wide and tried to direct the elves to help him pick his teeth. The leading elf made a face at him, dropped a toothpick, turned around and flew away cheerfully.

"It's getting less and less cute."

The wizard muttered, picked up the toothpick, stirred it in his mouth, suddenly remembered something, turned to look at the fat wizard who picked up the quill again: "Wait, don't wizards like frog meat? Why are frogs sold today? Meat dumplings?"

"I know that too."

It was still classmate Dylan who was rushing to answer: "It's still Nicholas's petition, hasn't more and more people paid attention to it these days, and then someone specially made a batch of dumplings stuffed with frog meat and distributed them for free at the entrance of the cafeteria. For the wizards of the North."

The 'petition' activity mentioned by the wizards in the North District was originally only held outside the school. But I don’t know when it started, there are more and more young wizards supporting this petition in the academy. They printed the slogan "Please give me a frog" on the back of their robes, and enthusiastically preached the concept of "Great Unity of the Wizarding Union". Tell every passerby who will listen to the tragic experience of the wizards of the North District.

Because of wearing an invisibility amulet all day long, Zheng Qing has not been stopped by these 'preachers', but as far as he knows, almost everyone in the forgiveness hunting team has been stopped more than once.

Xin Fatty suddenly coughed twice, raised the parchment in his hand, and read seriously:

"...The development of this movement may have already exceeded the initial expectations of the proponents, and people can't help but think of the history before the birth of the "Declaration for the Emancipation of Goblins" in 1862."

"At first, no one cared about those small, eccentric subspecies of magical creatures. Their efforts were just a few tabletops and a few petitions; then a few banners and a few slogans; Pushing and shoving; wizards' shops were smashed, goblins' secret realm was destroyed; wizards pulled out their magic books,

The goblins raised their fingers. Later, more and more wizards and goblins began to bleed. "

"Someone once said that history does not repeat stupidly, but it rhymes shrewdly. Interestingly, even if it is repeated thousands of times, wizards are still unable to understand the lessons of history from the rhymes, and will not take the interests of other groups into account. Connect it with your own future for divination."

"Perhaps this is why one opponent after another has been born in the long history of wizards—knowing that the own society is dying and being swallowed up by the increasingly powerful wizarding world, why don't they just die? Or , At some point in the future, some wizards will be able to realize that it is precisely because of the conservatism and stubbornness of the wizarding society that they have created more and more enemies for themselves."

"Lend out a helping hand, the wizard is saving himself, not those weaker beings."

"In the infinite and long history of the world, it doesn't matter whether the weak or the strong, let alone the endless debates in some conferences, the only ones who block the vision of wizards are their own hands... How do you feel about this report?"

After reading these passages, Xin Fatty bit the quill with a sad expression on his face: "Although I feel okay about myself, I always feel that there is something weird..."

"Because your article is both necessary and important, and it should be established." Dylan beside the coffin sneered bitterly: "Either you insist on standing as a wizard in the North District, or you insist on standing on frog meat dumplings... It doesn't make sense to want to eat it at the same time." Frog meat dumplings, and I want to drink cherry blossom wine."

"Did you take money from both sides?" Zheng Qing raised his eyebrows and looked suspiciously at the fat wizard.

Fatty was furious, and dropped the quill in his hand, with the air that you can't insult my personality, but what he said made people laugh: "Refinishing the pen... Can the retouching of the pen be regarded as a collection of money? Whoever writes is a prostitute for free As the saying goes, 'A gentleman is always poor, but a villain is poor too'!"

Zheng Qing and Dylan looked at each other in blank dismay, skipping this topic tacitly.

"Why did you crawl out of the coffin in broad daylight?" The young public finance student asked kindly and curiously: "I remember correctly, at the end of these few days, you should not have taken any medicine."

Mr. Vampire Werewolf sighed melancholy: "But today is the beginning of winter, and it's another weekend... I have to attend two dinners at noon, so I wake up early to cultivate my temperament... Because the blood race is early... If the werewolf banquet is before, When you go, you don’t need to pay attention to such details at all... most people only need to participate in one.”

"It's beyond my expectation that you can be accepted by two races at the same time." Zheng Qing admired sincerely.

Dylan curled his lips: "They didn't accept the surname of my other half, but the surname of my half."