"Most of the pollution caused by the black wizard is contagious. If it is not cleaned up, it will cause lasting and far-reaching damage to the magic environment. You can understand it as the isolation belt cut out during fire extinguishing... We cut down some trees to protect more trees."
"If you encounter something incomprehensible during the hunting process, or encounter a powerful enemy that is obviously beyond the scope of the hunting team's tolerance, then you must contact the Trichou Sword as soon as possible... If time allows, you can notify the school at the same time... Of course, in this way, the evaluation of the hunting team's mission will naturally be reduced. At this time, the hunting team leader needs to weigh whether to save your life or points."
“There are too many young hunters who are overconfident in their missions and lack awareness of the awfulness of the world. Believe me, the death of innocent people during the mission is by no means the worst thing you can imagine…”
The voice of the examiner Gu Jing Wubo echoed in the office, like a robot, and no tone could change his tone at all.
Until the hunting team's data review was completed, he changed the data and a white quill pen, dipped the tip of the pen in the ink bottle next to it, then raised his head and looked around the five young hunters for a moment: "Personal qualification verification is needed below, who will come first?"
The teammates' eyes all fell on Zheng Qing.
The young public-paid student cleared his throat and before he could speak, he listened to the examiner's target: "That fat classmate? Yes, it's you...you come first."
Fatty Xin looked confused, not sure why he was picked out.
"Sin Banner?"
"Sin Banner Schmidt-Bayer, sir." Fatty Xin subconsciously stood up and pulled the corner of the robe a little more straight when he used his full name.
“How many years have you been on the hunting team?”
"One year and two months, sir, since the establishment of Yusin Hunting Team..."
"Have a special giant bloodline." The examiner interrupted Xin's self-introduction without hesitation, thinking about the information on the parchment in front of him: "...it is good at disposal and communication, and has strong resistance to stress... Now he serves as a reporter from the school newspaper, firmly believes that he is qualified to obtain the 'golden feather'... He has a special emotion and deep obsession with cooked meat..."
After reading this, the examiner raised his head, with a hint of confusion on his face: "Cooked meat? In the textual sense or in the physical sense?"
Fatty Xin looked more confused than him: "What does it mean?... Cooked meat is fragrant... Cooked meat."
"Oh, I understand... Of course, this 'special emotion' is still... very rare, so, will you marry it? Or, are there some more ethical, purely physical, and more intimate contact between you?"
"Is it counting to eat it in my stomach?" The fat wizard had a dark face and no longer maintained his disastrous temperament. He replied angrily: "I just like to eat meat!"
The examiner said "haha" twice without raising his eyelids: "When hunting, you should have a little more sense of humor to relieve your anxiety to the greatest extent."
"That's because you don't have the blood of giants," the fat wizard lost his restraint and had returned to his former sharp speech: "The giants think I'm so humorous. As long as I stand in front of them, they will be so happy that they can't stand up straight."
This time, the corners of the examiner's mouth finally curled up slightly: "It's great, it's this kind of mentality... OK, young man, check the information, sign the name here, and then you can try to face the wizard's ninety-nine ways to die."
When Fat Xin signed.
Zheng Qing pulled Xiao Xiao's robe and asked in a low voice: "They seem to be not very friendly to the student hunting team?"
"If it were me, I wouldn't be happy."
The short witch stared at the crystal ball in her arms, her voice weakly as if she was mosquito: "Transferring such an important task to a group of students who have not graduated is not only irresponsible for their work, but also irresponsible for their students... In the eyes of the Sanqiujian, the student hunting team is all pet dogs in the greenhouse. After a few years of experience, the hunting team is the wild wolf in the wasteland..."
"Do you think the people with the Trident Sword are a little nervous?"
A voice suddenly rang in the ears of the two young wizards. Zheng Qing was startled and almost pulled out his talisman gun. He turned around and found that it was the tall and thin witch in the archives office.
He smiled and raised the teacup in his hand to the young public student, and explained to himself: "That's because the work pressure is too high, and everyone is anxious, so he has long forgotten the normal way of interpersonal communication... In these offices, fox pink is more popular with everyone than energy potion. Of course, it's private... You always have to become a little abnormal to deal with the abnormalities in this world. Do you think you are normal?"
Zheng Qing felt that if he answered this question normally, he would be somewhat abnormal.
So, he politely changed to a topic that he could understand more easily: "Has a student hunting team taken over the task of chasing the black wizard before?"
Perhaps because the jump between the two topics was too great, Lewis paused and slowly replied: "Of course, of course, nothing has happened here? But I have never seen it... But I have heard that it seems that the hunting team of the No. 1 university at that time handled similar tasks more than ten years ago. Is there any problem?"
"Zheng Qing! Zheng Qing's classmate?"
The voice of the examiner came from behind the desk, interrupting the small communication.
"It's me, I'm here." The young public-funded student quickly turned around and walked towards the examiner. The fat wizard passed by him and quietly made an OK gesture - this means that there is no difficulty in reviewing the three-pointed sword.
Behind him, the tall and thin wizard from the Archives Management Office sipped the herbal tea in the cup, with a thoughtful expression on his face: "Zheng Qing? Zheng... Qing? Why does this name sound familiar?"
"Zheng Qing, male, nineteen years old, birthday...confidential?"
The examiner frowned slightly and paused his pen in his hand.
Zheng Qing quickly spoke, trying to answer this not-so-hard question: "My birthday is..."
"Shut up!"
The examiner waved his arms and interrupted the active young wizard very loudly and rudely: "If a document is marked confidential, then you'd better lock the relevant information in your mind, don't say it easily! This is good for everyone!"
A few drops of ink flew to the ceiling with his waving arms, and Zheng Qing carefully took a small step back to prevent the ink from falling on his clean and straight robe.
At the same time, he glimpsed the thick black strips on the archives in front of the examiner, covering a large amount of information that belonged to him.