Monster Hunting High School

One thousand frogs represent one thousand spells - regardless of the strength of the spell, one thousand spells is already a very considerable number. The number of frogs kept in the pond next door is probably less than a thousand.

What’s more, the juggler mentioned that he would be able to provide more frogs in the future.

This condition was such that the several North District wizards sitting behind the long table couldn't help but sit up a little straighter. Moreover, the slightly flattering mention of 'Kini Mage Group' also made the old people in the original Kini hut curl up their lips, showing a somewhat interested look.

Only Kolma, who was sitting in the black high-backed chair, had no change in her expression.

After a long time, she spoke. Her voice was not loud, but it echoed clearly throughout the hall, making her look particularly solemn:

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

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

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

"We who are alive must not forget the past."

Following her nostalgic tone, the North District magicians on both sides of the long table all lowered their heads in a gesture of remembrance. The middle-aged magician kneeling in the center of the hall buried his head lower and looked more respectful.

"...Murder, betrayal, plunder, oppression, deception..."

"Someone has to pay for this."

"There should also be people who seek justice and seek justice for the tragedy of the past."

At this point, Korma stopped talking, seeming to be thinking about what to say next. The wizards sitting in the hall were keenly aware of the unusual atmosphere gradually spreading in the air, and their spirits became increasingly tense.

The middle-aged magician lying on the ground began to tremble.

Colma looked at the gorgeous robe he wore that was incompatible with a magician, and suddenly chuckled: "You just mentioned that you would provide us with a thousand or even five thousand frogs? Where do your frogs come from? "

Of course, let the magicians catch them. It's faster and more economical. Isn't that what people in the North District do? ! As soon as this idea came into Zheng Qing's mind, he suddenly realized that even if half of the North District magicians transformed into North District wizards, it would mean that the originally abundant cheap labor force would be greatly reduced, and labor costs would rise.

This will touch the interests of many related parties.

Just like the middle-aged magician who applied for the curse seal, according to Zheng Qing's simple understanding, he should belong to the 'comprador' or 'capitalist' class among the magicians, and obtain it by squeezing similar people and colluding with dark wizards. High returns.

"So... you shouldn't come here." Korma twitched his lips: "We would have met originally. But not like this. Things should have developed in another way. We would have looked for you, looking for you. "

"That way, I don't need to waste my saliva, and your legs won't be numb while kneeling on the ground."

There was silence in the hall.

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

But there was no response from the throne.

Two strong men in gray robes came out from the back of the hall and dragged the juggler who was lying limp on the ground out of the house. Zheng Qing stood behind his husband and witnessed everything from beginning to end.

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

"What do you think of what Colma-san just said?"

"What do you think of Korma-san?"

The gentleman stood there quietly with his hands folded, without looking back, but asked Zheng Qing three questions in succession. Just like the teacher in class asking questions to the students after letting the case go.

Zheng Qing frowned and thought for a moment before slowly answering:

"People hate what they fear... wizards against magicians, or magicians against wizards. But revenge does not dissolve hatred. It only adds to it."

"Of course, I am not against the Northern District Wizards liquidating the original rotten Northern District system."

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

"The magician who acted as the 'comprador' and the group he represented were the abandoned weights."

"From this perspective, there is nothing wrong with Senior Colma's words and actions."

"I support her."

Having said that, Zheng Qing nodded quite complacently, feeling proud that he could analyze the profound sociological principles behind the scene in front of him.

Then the gentleman turned around, with some disappointment in his eyes.

"That's all?" he asked softly.

Zheng Qing became a little panicked, looked around, and even raised his head to take a closer look at Kolma who was sitting on the black high-back chair. In the final period, Ai Ai added:

"...Senior Colma knows that the magician has done evil before, and it is wisdom that knows others; but the magician does not know what his actions mean in the eyes of Senior Colma... This is a lack of self-knowledge. "

This sentence was summed up by the young public-sponsored student based on what his husband 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 very necessary for people to be self-aware and reflect on themselves every day... In the hall in front of me, many wizards from the North District who have just got rid of their identity as magicians have begun to wear fancy clothes and eat delicious food, forgetting the pain of the past. ; But Senior Sister Kolma can never forget her original intention... Only by never forgetting her original intention can she always succeed."

Zheng Qing was exhausted from his vague words - he was not good at beautiful words like this that seemed to have something to say but were actually empty and boring. That's Fatty Xin's job scope.

The husband sighed slightly: "I can vaguely grasp the path, but it's not deep enough... It's like looking at flowers in the mist or looking at the moon through the window."

What's the difference between your words and mine?

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

At this moment, sir, with his hands on his sleeves, is he telling me that I should 'close the cave tightly and recite Huang Ting quietly'? Or are you saying, 'It's better to be silent than to speak a thousand words'? Or maybe 'Mr. Greenfield has nothing to do but laughs at everyone's awakening'?

The young public-funded student was full of random thoughts when he saw his husband walking up.

Stepping on the void is like climbing up the stairs:

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

Zheng Qing grabbed his husband's sleeves and elbows, yelled "wait for me" in his heart, and followed him.