On Christmas night, after visiting Sanyou Bookstore with Zheng Qing and Su Shijun, Colma became much more determined about her future choices.
That's why she chose to come to Zhonghu at this time to meet the elders of the Fishman Tribe.
After the final exam, the First University was already on a de facto holiday. Most schools and professors left the campus, and the school guardian array also restrained a lot, which gave her great convenience - at least within her thoughts, no sneaky peepers were found.
However, Professor Garcia seemed to be observing the purpose of the witch and showed a certain degree of repulsion.
This is not enough to discourage the witch.
"When I was in school, I had listened to your Yuman language lecture and benefited a lot." Colma put on the posture of a younger generation, which made Professor Garcia feel a little restless.
After all, it has always been known for its "close" wizards in school, and there is no reason to show off a great wizard recognized by the alliance.
"There may be profitable, but there is no need to do so."
The old fishman shrank his neck, with a hint of helplessness in his tone: "I probably guessed what you think... But the fishman tribe will not follow a group of weak North District wizards to shake flags and shout, even if you are a noble wizard."
The witch frowned: "Can't we join forces to negotiate with the First University or the Alliance? There are always enough places for the four colleges of the First University to accommodate us..."
"cannot."
The old fishman interrupted the witch very simply, shook his head, and asked back: "When have you seen an example of two ants working together to change the direction of the elephant's progress? Our two families joined forces to face the school, which is no better than two ants facing an elephant."
While speaking, he lowered his fingers and pointed to the slightly slippery bluestone slab under his feet.
In the gaps between the stone slabs, two little ants were crawling by in a hurry.
Colma frowned, as if she wanted to say something, Professor Garcia immediately added: "Besides, the fishman tribe in Linzhong Lake is the marginal people in the first university, and the wizards in the North District are the marginal people in the alliance... There is nothing more annoying in this world than the two marginal people becoming familiar with each other. 'What do people who have been excluded from the mainstream society gather together?' This kind of question is just thinking about it and probably makes the mainstream people restless."
A disdainful sneer flashed across the clean scales of the old fish's cheeks.
Colma was completely silent.
She looked up at the sky. It was the ninth day of the twelfth lunar month. The moon above her head was almost invisible, with only a circle of crescent moon halos, emitting a hazy halo in the night.
There was almost no light, and this thought flashed through her heart.
This silence on the lakeside lasted for a long time, so long that the crow hiding in the canopy of pine trees was almost asleep. The witch still did not leave. Standing behind Professor Garcia, the two seemed to have two stubborn reefs standing on the shore.
"Tell me, why did you choose this path?"
The old fishman who turned her back suddenly spoke, with a hint of helplessness in his tone: "You have good academic performance, good abilities, and have also been the vice president of the Student Union. You can clearly choose a more relaxed path - get a registered wizard certificate, get into the Sanke Sword or Danhag, or take a risk in the endless new world - why do you have to jump into this big vortex yourself and be someone you hate?"
Being willing to speak is a good breakthrough.
Colma immediately cheered up and smiled slightly: "Your words are biased. I am very sure that although some people may hate me, there are many people who like me... At least, there are many people in the North District who like me very much. Well, there are many people in the Beta Town Chamber of Commerce who like me."
She first corrected a mistake by the old fish man, and then made a joke: "As for why, maybe because I am still young... utilitarian, with my qualifications, if I go to Danhag step by step and accumulate resources, I may not have the chance to enter the realm of a great wizard in a hundred years, let alone be hated by so many people."
Professor Garcia laughed rumbled: "This is not beautiful enough."
"There are many people who can say beautiful words, but not many people who can do beautiful things." The witch took advantage of the good atmosphere and threw out his biggest card: "Just like our small alliance, if you feel that it is insufficient, then how about the Rat Immortal? He has a good relationship with me, and he doesn't like the Moon Under the Council... More importantly, the newly born Rat tribe has few people and weak magic power, and is more marginal in the alliance than you and me."
This analysis is very straightforward.
The old fishman looked sad and grabbed the fat yellow-skinned frog at his feet. He took out a small brush from somewhere and washed the mucus on the frog's body hard.
"Do you know that the frogs in Linzhong Lake will be perverted?"
Professor Garcia raised the big frog and looked at the witch, his eyes as cloudy as his voice: "If a frog in Linzhong Lake is raised with a toad, it will be stimulated and begin to have acne on its body... and then it will also become a toad... The alliance, the parents of students, and even the school, do not want their children to become toads. So they do not want the toad to stay with the frog. Even for a short time, these sincere thoughts will not be ignored by a legendary wizard."
The witch breathed a sigh of relief.
"They don't want to, and we don't force it."
A trace of rare liveliness and cunning that belongs to young people appeared on her face: "Venom is the wealth of a toad to survive in the cruel world. The frog does not want it, and we do not want to lose it. In this case, if the North District Wizard establishes its own academy, will the Linzhong Lake Fishman join this academy?"
A trace of surprise appeared in the old man's eyes.
"This is the real purpose of your visit today!" He raised his head, looked around, and suddenly realized: "No wonder, I said that you were here for so long today, and there were no idle people coming to disturb you... In other words, your ideas have been communicated with the school?"
Colma did not confirm whether his visit that day was considered ‘communication’.
But she would be happy to 'bluff' at this time.
"That's natural!"
Her eyes were calm and firm, trying to convey reliable beliefs to her quasi-alliers, and at the same time she described her imagination in a brisk tone: "The North District Wizard, Fishman, Ratman, Gypsy Witch, Taurus Shaman, and even the Horse Tribe, Troll Tribe in the Silent Forest, there are too many groups in this world that are excluded by the mainstream, and there are so many that the alliance cannot ignore... Survival or perish, it is at our disposal, but for them, it is only after dinner."