The Youshu Hunting Team is on the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, the day after the Great Cold solar term, and received a reply letter from the school hunting committee regarding the designated tasks of the alliance.
Then Zheng Qing learned that before the hunting team performed the mission, they still needed to go through the review of the three-fork sword.
The formal hunting team organized by the school students to participate in the designated tasks of the alliance will be reviewed by the professors' joint meeting, the school work committee and the hunting committee. Therefore, Zheng Qing felt that the three-pointed sword review was purely a way to take off his pants and fart, which was a waste of time.
But just like sometimes you really take off your pants and fart when there is no one around, there are a lot of stupid things in this world that make it a little bit more reasonable to think about it carefully.
In short, after receiving the reply letter, Zheng Qing had no time to complain and immediately summoned the personnel that Yuzui had prepared long ago - Xiao Xiao, Xin, Dylan, and Blue Bird - plus him, a group of five hurried to the Sancha Sword headquarters through the big clock between the school and the Sancha Sword, hoping to return to the school safely before the canteen closed at noon.
Good luck.
Because I came early and didn't wait for too long, it was Yuzui's turn to collect their "key". Behind the Huizi counter was a white and fat receptionist, as if the glutinous rice ball in the freezer, the sound was mechanical, the breath was cold, and it was not like a living person.
Until that little episode happened.
In Zheng Qing's eyes, the "glutinous rice ball" suddenly became more energetic.
When the receptionist checked the information of the Yuju Hunting Team, Zheng Qing looked at the furnishings on the table - several stacks of folders of varying thickness were placed randomly on the edge of the table, and the wooden box in the middle was filled with brass keys. In Zheng Qing's eyes, those keys were exactly the same.
There is a broken magic mirror in the corner of the table. Zheng Qing also received a similar gift at Christmas, but he secretly ruined it. He felt that this should be the most successful and failed alchemy product in the wizard world. Its biggest function is to tear the false illusion woven by language and codes, and tell everyone with cold reality that everyone lives in a society full of malicious intentions towards themselves.
Paper cranes of different colors kept shuttled through the air. Zheng Qing could easily guess that the red paper cranes should be expedited letters, because when they flew, they had a small cluster of flames behind their tails. It seemed that they would be slightly dismantled, and the paper cranes would turn into a ball of ashes, while the white paper cranes slowly flapped their wings, as if they were big fat gooses after eating after eating.
A small purple hourglass had no playmates, and he was flirting with somersaults between the document and the inkstone. Just as Zheng Qing was chasing the hourglass, a chubby cat poked his head out of the drawer beside the receptionist and shouted at the friendly "meow" of the young public-funded student.
"Alice actually greets you!"
The same chubby receptionist had already stamped his seal. When he saw this scene, he screamed in surprise: "She is usually afraid of being a child and never talks to strangers... It's really amazing."
The cat was startled by her voice, and with a whoosh, it retracted back to the drawer.
"This is your key. Take it, choose an arch without anyone, and just open it in." The receptionist reminded him, and blinked lightly at the handsomest Blue Tit among the group.
Zheng Qing held back his smile, took the key, and left in a flash, not even daring to see the expression of Blue Bird.
However, before entering the door, he looked sideways and glanced at the swordsman classmate. Seeing his stern face, the smirk that had already surged to his lips was a little unable to say.
"Check your own badges and instruments," Yuzui's fortune teller suddenly spoke and reminded: "Hang the Dharma book on the belt, buckle it tightly, don't show your timidity in front of the examiner... Fatty, there is a little cake residue on your collar!"
The young public-funded student's slightly divergent thoughts suddenly became restrained.
The group of people entered the door gods' scrutinized eyes. When they crossed the threshold, Zheng Qing felt as if he had passed through a thin layer of soap bubbles, and even a slight sound of "pop" was heard in his ears.
This should be part of the guardian barrier inside the Three Fork Sword, he secretly speculated.
Behind the door was a spacious corridor with thick indigo blankets on the ground, without any sound when stepped on it, and the walls on both sides were full of portraits of strange wizards. Many of them were wearing masks, only eyes, each pair was drawn vividly.
The Yusin Hunter passed through this corridor quietly and silently in the oppressive sight of the portraits.
At the end of the corridor is a blue-gray double-opening door.
There is no door god on the door. A small sign was hung on the door, which read "Three-fork Sword Review Office". The side of the door seemed to be a message bar, with many new and old notices stacked inside. The top piece of parchment seemed to have just been posted recently. The paper simply wrote with a scribbled quill pen, "Notice: The 2010 annual registration hunting team league designated task review has begun. The deadline is March 31. Please tell each registered hunting team to each other. If you have any questions, please contact the Three-fork Sword Review Office. Thank you for your cooperation!'
Hula!
The office door suddenly opened, immediately attracting the young hunters' attention.
"Please come in."
A slightly tired voice came from the room, followed by a curse: "...Get out quickly, don't disturb my work here, do you think everyone is as leisurely as your archives management office?"
"Let me take a break and have a tea!" Another lazy voice replied, "Qingyi? Do you know how many offices I ran to to send these files in the morning..."
Zheng Qing leaned his head and looked in. There was not much decoration in the wide office. There were tall bookcases on both sides, piled up with dense materials and documents. A huge curved desk occupied half of the room, with no coffee table or sofa, only a few high chairs were placed randomly in front of the desk. One of the chairs had been occupied by a tall and thin witch in black robe. He was holding a cup of hot drink in his hand.
"Don't worry about me, you can treat me as air."
Noting Zheng Qing's gaze, the tall and thin witch raised the cup in her hand enthusiastically: "...Are you here to perform the registered hunting team designated by the alliance? Do you conduct qualification review?...Well, look at your outfit, it's the new hunting team that you just passed last year!...Ha, don't look at me with that kind of admiration. I just stayed in the Sanchao Sword for a longer time and had more knowledge... Except for the newcomers, no hunting team will wear clean and straight robes when performing the mission, and hang the magic books on their belts... It looks like every black wizard thinks he should be the first to kill you after he goes out."