Under normal circumstances, night color often means monotonous and boring black.
But for Linzhong Lake, the night here is not monotonous.
There is a bright full moon above the head, like a jade plate; in the distance is the sparkling lake water, like broken jade; even the lakeside, the path and the trees on both sides are also decorated with many kinds of strange brilliance by various kinds of magical creatures.
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The luminous moss emits green light, as if it were painted piecemeal by a poor painter on the bluestones by the lake and at the foot of the big trees; the candlewood holds up its own flowers and lets the stamens bloom in the night wind, swaying with a warm orange color;
There are also precious purple vines, coiled on the branches and hanging lazily in the air, providing a resting place for many tired flying insects.
Fireflies lie on the tree trunks, sucking the sap, and their bellies bulge, emitting blue and white light; fluorescent clams lie quietly in the shallow water, open their shells, and seduce small fish and shrimps with their faint blue light; there are also a few
The fiery red chain formed the climate, flashing the red light surrounding it unscrupulously, not caring about the dangers that were close at hand in the water.
The somewhat heavy silence between Zheng Qing and Lin Guo did not last long.
The restless little wizard quickly found a new topic.
Knowing that Zheng Qing lacked the basic knowledge of many wizards, Lin Guo held his schoolbag and explained the sparkling magical plants by the lake to the young public-funded students in a serious manner.
"Many magical creatures like to hunt around candlewood, such as ghost-faced spiders, scar-backed scorpions, and many long insects." Lin Guo pointed to a low shrub not far away with branches shining with orange light and said: "
So in the wild at night, it’s best to stay away from the candlewood... Of course, there shouldn’t be any of those things near Linzhong Lake.【】”
A long insect surrounded by red light climbed up the candlewood, and finally put its head among the flickering flowers. The little genius from the Alpha Academy quickly changed his words and added: "Except for the red chain snake."
"Why does the school let an aggressive creature like the Fire Scarlet Chain stay casually by the lake?" Zheng Qing looked at the long worm fifty meters away cautiously, with his hands in his pockets, and he almost didn't pat himself.
Several iron armor charms.
"Why did the school allow a banshee to touch the admission plane?" A gruff question came from behind him.
Zheng Qing quickly turned around, looked at Old Man Verne cautiously, and shook his head nervously.
The old man had just taken a coat from the house and put it on his body. He also had a thick belt around his waist, with several thick and bulging leather bags hanging on it. He didn't know what was inside.
Maybe he was the leader of tonight's patrol, Zheng Qing had a clear idea in his heart.
"The newspapers said it was because the school was short of manpower and the demon took advantage of it." Lin Guo answered in a low voice while holding her school bag.
Compared with Zheng Qing, this very young Alpha freshman is even more uneasy when facing the elderly.
"It's either those who can't take care of it, or those who are too lazy to take care of it." The old man stretched out the wooden stick in his hand, hooked off the angry wind lantern above Lin Guo's head, held it in his hand again, and said slowly: "Feel the kappa who came ashore.
The water ghost kicked back into the water, caught the poisonous insects in the grass, cleaned the yard, and made other students feel at ease.【】"
"That's what the patrol is for."
"This is your mission."
While Zheng Qing was still thinking about these words, the crowd not far away suddenly became commotion.
"Look over there."
"Someone is coming!"
Zheng Qing followed the sound and saw a faint light emerging from the depths of the lakeside path.
This light is very faint and inconspicuous in the colorful night scene by the lake, but as if it has been cast by magic, it always attracts people's attention inadvertently, making it stand out.
And as time goes by, this light becomes more and more noticeable.
At first it was just the size of a mung bean, swaying as if it would go out at any moment; then the light became brighter and brighter, like a peanut, like an egg, like a pineapple; soon, Zheng Qing judged that it was a light floating in mid-air.
Angry Feng Leng.
It is almost identical to the lamp that old man Verne held in his hand.
"The first night patrol is back."
"They came back quickly and didn't waste a moment."
"They looked very relaxed. It seems that there was nothing wrong with the patrol tonight."
"Just because they're not in trouble doesn't mean we can feel at ease. You know, pests like kappas and fish wives like to come ashore in the middle of the night and wander around."
The people around him were talking a lot, making Zheng Qing feel dizzy.
As the light in the distance became brighter and brighter, the figures following the light gradually became clearer.
A row of young wizards wearing various colored robes quietly followed the lamp and passed silently through the sleeping woods.
Occasionally, a few naughty boys would use sticks in their hands to poke the sleeping tree sperm hanging among the branches, watching them look around with their big, dull eyes, lowering their heads and laughing.
Soon, a row of wizards arrived in front of the cabin.
A tall old wizard with a black beard and silver hair walked out of the queue holding a wooden staff and came to the old man Verne.
"It's still the same as before. Those people who are digging around have been waiting for the peak of the moonlight. So it was quite quiet in the first half of the night." The tall old wizard stretched out his hand to grab the old man Verne's waist and spoke quickly.
He complained: "If I had known it would be so boring, I would have let those brats Thomas lead the team, which made my old man die of thirst after walking for so long... I finished drinking my Amber Light on the way, you have to refill it for me.
a little."
The old man Verne nimbly dodged the big hand reaching for his wine bottle, raised his wooden stick, held the other person's arm, and said impatiently: "Go quickly, don't make any noise here... I haven't given you anything yet."
I'm training new people, so I don't have time to listen to your nonsense."
"Training?" the tall old wizard shouted with spittle: "Follow the wind lantern, and if you encounter a blind person, you'll be beaten to death with a stick... No need for any training!"
While Zheng Qing was paying attention to the argument between the two old men, he also paid careful attention to the discussions among the young wizards who had just returned from patrol, and soon had a vague idea.
This tall old wizard was known as Master Ernest. Like Old Man Verne and Uncle Stendhal, he was a highly qualified janitor of the school.
It's just that unlike Uncle Stendhal who looked after the medicine garden or the old man Verne who looked after Linzhong Lake, Master Ernest traveled to the silent forest all year round and rarely communicated with ordinary students. Even among old students, his reputation
It's not very loud either.
The handover between the two patrol teams was quickly completed.
Just as Zheng Qing thought, Old Man Verne was the leader of the second patrol.
As Master Ernest said, the patrol team does not have much training.
If I had to say something different, it would probably be the stick in my hand.
"Follow the wind lantern, don't panic when you encounter a monster, just go up and hit it with a stick." The old man Verne waved his hands carelessly, looking nonchalant: "Linzhong Lake is a bigger place, there is no big risk...
Even the old fish-man who has been hiding at the bottom of the lake all his life cannot stand the chance of you rushing up and attacking him with sticks."
The old man hung the angry lamp on the top of the wooden stick in his hand, tightened the belt around his waist, looked at the anxious young face behind him, and said with a straight face:
"Follow up, stay in line, don't fall behind!"
"That brat named Lin Guo, stand behind me... If you are so short, don't get in among the tall ones."
Lin Guo muttered reluctantly, holding his schoolbag and grinding forward.
"It's good for young people to have dreams, but don't always think about dragons. It's easy for the wind to flash your tongue." The old man pressed Lin Guo's shoulder with one hand and lectured: "It's such a big Lin Zhong."
Lake, as long as there is a dragon species, if it is not skinned by the fishmen in the lake, it will have been captured and bred by the professors in the school who are like wolves and tigers... How can you have nothing to do with it!"
"Still burning the swallows...burn the buns!"
Zheng Qing looked at the helpless little figure in front of him and couldn't help but smile.