Hunting High School

Jiang Yu walked very simply.

Dr. Du Zemu looked at her leaving back with a worried look on his face, but he didn't say much. The old servant Konstantin next to him looked at the witch, then at his Young Master, he hesitated to speak, but finally did not speak.

Zheng Qing stood there in a daze for a moment, hurriedly put away the cardboard boxes on the ground, and wanted to leave with the witch—in his opinion, since the doctor had checked the elves and there was nothing wrong with them, he should stay It doesn't make sense here either.

If he has this time, he might as well go wandering around, maybe he can meet some wizard who just came back from hunting in the Silent Forest and shoot the royal jelly! Besides, he also wanted to catch up with Jiang Yu and ask her about the issues she had argued with Dr. Duzem before, as well as her plan to become a cat to trap the murderer, and what was her plan.

However, just as he stood up with the cardboard box in his arms, Dr. Duzem grabbed his arm.

"Before coming here again, did you feed the elves anything? Or, did you cast any magic on them?" Dr. Duzem grabbed Zheng Qing's arm, staring at the young public fee student, his tone It became a little serious: "Have you prepared any medicine in private and fed it to them?"

"What to feed them? No!" Zheng Qing was a little confused by Dr. Du Zemu's question. Don't eat anything... And you have repeatedly told me about this, I definitely didn't feed them casually... In addition, everyone in our dormitory knows the seriousness, and no one feeds them indiscriminately."

"As for magic... what kind of weird magic do you think our group of first-year little wizards can cast on these elves." At this point, Zheng Qing simply turned out the own spell book and flipped it in front of the doctor: "Well, the spells above are the results of my study in the past few months... the most proficient is the binding spell, and the most advanced spell is the 'Yuanchen Guardian Curse' - Yuanchen Guardian, we just practiced its prepositions. Mantra, I haven't learned when to use this spell yet."

Dr. Du Zemu frowned, and while listening to the babbling explanation of the public fee student, he opened the Dharma book in Zheng Qing's hand and searched it carefully.

While watching, he murmured, "Impossible, no magic."

"What happened? Where is there no magic?" The young public finance student was very curious about this.

The doctor didn't answer his question right away, but asked another thing: "When you handed the box to me before, the elves were asleep, right...why did they sleep at that time?"

As he spoke, he pointed to the cardboard box that Zheng Qing held in his arms.

Zheng Qing lowered his head. In the box, the elves wrapped their wings around their bodies at some point and fell into a deep sleep.

"What's so strange about this." Zheng Qing raised his head, feeling a little baffled, and inexplicably a little more irritable in his heart: "We hung a lot of charms in the paper house to maintain the temperature, prevent noise, and calm the mind, so as to maintain the paper house. It is always in a state of constant temperature and humidity. In that environment, even a giant dragon will fall into a deep sleep, let alone a group of elves... This should not violate the senior's previous instructions."

"Only these?" Duzem asked.

"You can see for yourself." Zheng Qing reached out and handed the cardboard box to the doctor, and at the same time asked, "Is there anything wrong?"

Dr. Duzem didn't take the cardboard box, but continued to think with a frown. While thinking, he muttered and replied: "Isn't it right? There's nothing wrong with it...or rather, it's not wrong, but very good." There is nothing better than this."

"Excellent?" Zheng Qing raised his eyebrows—he felt that Dr. Duzem's speech had been a little confused from just now until now, which seemed very illogical—the young wizard couldn't help turning his face and glanced not far away old servant.

Constantine paid no attention to the conversation here. He was commanding a pickaxe to loosen the soil for the nursery in the greenhouse. Next to him, several copper pots of different colors filled with water, pesticides and fertilizers were floating in the air, jingling and banging against each other. Waiting for the old servant to call.

"Yeah, great." Dr. Duzem took out a quill from somewhere, turned it upside down, held the nib, then stretched the long feather into the cardboard box, and scratched a sleeping pen. Elf.

Although the little elf closed its eyes, it raised its hand very quickly, and patted away the feathers that rubbed against him.

"Did you see that? Their reaction didn't decrease at all, they really just fell asleep." As if to prove something, the doctor turned to look at the young public fee student.

Zheng Qing looked blank: "Otherwise?!"

"When you handed me the box at first, I watched them fall asleep, thinking it was because of the diminishing efficacy of the medicine, they began to fall into chaos." The doctor explained, turning the quill pen upside down again, and out of emptiness Draw, write a series of smooth runes and derivation formulas in mid-air, and at the same time speak quickly:

"...But after the test results came back, I knew I was wrong. These elves are doing very well, unbelievably well. They are almost in the same state now as when they first took the medicine. There is no any diminishing effect of the medicine. Behavior. . . This is a very abnormal situation."

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He doesn't need to say it, Zheng Qing also knows that this is a very abnormal situation.

Gong Feisheng held his breath, widened his eyes, and stared at every scratch left by the quill pen in mid-air. But it is a pity that although he can recognize that the doctor is doing possibility analysis, he can hardly understand a word except for the symbols in the formula-in more popular words, every word written by the doctor He knows the characters, every symbol, and every number, but he can't read them together.

Dr. Duzem didn't seem to have any intention of explaining the young wizard's doubts. Instead, he deduced and muttered:

"It stands to reason that we have now reached the end of the efficacy of the potion. These elves should show symptoms such as lethargy, unresponsiveness, and chaotic behavior... But according to the table you recorded and my inspection results, they are completely None of the above symptoms occurred."

"It's very abnormal, very abnormal."

"But it's not entirely impossible."

"Excluding all the impossible situations, the remaining one, even if it is unbelievable, is a fact—for now, the only factor that has had in-depth communication and contact with these elves and will have a clear impact on them is you." (to be continued)