"Do those two black wizards have anything to do with the crow?" Colma changed his arms and supported his chin, then stretched out his other hand, hooked his fingers, and signaled the black cat to get closer.
The black cat pretended not to see it, lowered his head and nibbled a beef grain on the plate, and replied, "...No, I mean, there is no evidence..."
Then it felt its neck tightening and its body lightening. It subconsciously curled up its limbs and hooked its tail.
After coming back to his senses, it was annoyed to find that a great wizard was carrying its back of his neck while it was not paying attention and catching it in front of him.
The black cat chewed the tasteless beef in his mouth and swallowed it hard. He was about to curse at the top of his throat, but suddenly felt a soft finger blocking his mouth.
"It is a well-known fact that black magic will be relatively flooded in areas with low magic levels."
Colma signaled the black cat to shut up, and analyzed seriously - as if the hand that was holding the black cat now was not hers - the black cat was both annoyed and powerless, and could only curl up its claws, lying on its ears, and listened patiently:
"...This is because there are too many wizards who want to improve their magic level, looking for help from 'third parties', looking for 'shortcuts', and wanting to achieve greater magic effects with less magic. This demand is very reasonable and does not mean that we have anything to do with those crows.
The crows may have been to the North District, or they may not have been there, and this is not the focus of your investigation. What you should look for is what the crows want to do, and they have built their nests there... rather than going to the place where they are foraging for food."
"I didn't cause trouble for you, I just asked about the situation!"
The black cat first corrected the inappropriateness of the witch's words, and then it realized that the posture was a bit bad now, so it immediately raised its face and said coldly: "Let me down first!"
This sentence was originally in a somewhat commanding tone, and it sounded very tough, but with a cat curled up its claws in someone else's hands, the persuasiveness suddenly decreased greatly.
The great wizard from the North District, which had one hand on his chin, seemed to have just come to his senses and noticed the black cat he was carrying.
"Ah, sorry, sorry!"
She immediately let go of the black cat's interneal skin, watched it land steadily in front of her, shook her fur with force, and then added with a smile: "Well, I just thought I needed to keep my head down when I chatted with you, which is not good for the cervical spine... so I want you to look at me with me... I have no bad intentions."
When she said this, she smiled particularly brightly.
This greatly reduced the persuasiveness of her explanation.
When she let go, her fingertips intentionally or unintentionally flew behind the black cat's ears, and seemed to scratch them calmly. The black cat was a little uncertain. It only felt that it trembled like an electric shock from the back of its head to the tip of its tail, and its four claws were numb.
It took a while to get rid of this bad state.
This made its tone of questioning become weaker.
"Did you really not deal with crows? Or, do you know who might be a crow?" When asked these two sentences, the black cat seemed a little unconfident.
But to its surprise, Colma was silent for a long time this time.
The black cat was almost asleep, and the witch spoke again with a very light voice:
"Before last year, the North District was a place where everyone might have pulled out strangers' intestines as belts, but now, many people will say 'good morning', 'good noon', 'good evening' when they meet... a very gratifying progress, isn't it?"
That's right, this doesn't seem to have much intersection with the problem of the black cat. It has to prick up its ears and carefully understand the meaning of each word of the witch.
Soon, it realized that there was no need for this, because although the witch's next words were a bit metaphorical, they almost bluntly expressed the attitude of the wizard in the North District:
"…The word magic once ruined this neighborhood, but it also brought hope to this neighborhood again. But this neighborhood is too weak, just like a small cluster of flames in a storm. A slightly larger raindrop will completely wipe it out... I have no extravagant thoughts, just want to avoid this unreasonable heavy rain."
The black cat half-hung its head, but its ears were still standing.
It was not until it confirmed that the witch had nothing to say behind it that it raised its head and asked with great certainty: "If you have no error in understanding, you know a little about the crow... but you can't say it, right?"
"No, I don't know."
Colma answered very quickly, very firmly, and her eyes were very firm.
The black cat had to raise his paws, with a hint of helplessness in his expression: "Okay, okay, I know what you mean, you don't know anything... The first principle of not wanting to cause trouble, I don't know anything."
"The second principle is not to believe what women say easily." The great wizard of the North District blinked playfully.
"Thank you, very useful principle."
The black cat mumbled, trying to control the direction of the conversation: "But we really need a little support right now. So, what can I do to let you tell me a little clue?"
But the black cat doesn't believe a punctuation mark - after all, she just said it, don't believe women's words.
"Okay," it drooped its ears and turned away with a little dejected look, ready to leave the crazy guy: "Anyway, thanks very much for the jerky, apple juice and robe..."
"If I were you..."
The sound from behind immediately made the black cat cheer up again and turned around.
The witch on the high-backed chair had picked up a document again, dipped her quill in the ink bottle, and glanced at it: "I will ask the hunting team to continue chasing the 'food foraging ground' of the crows... and chased until the start of school, and the mission was forced to end... and then apply to the school to change a designated mission for the alliance."
“I don’t want to fail the first mission.”
"The mission that was forced to end is not a failure... It is better than being used as a gun." The witch finally couldn't help but mention: "This kind of mission involving black magic experiments and the Black Wizard organization should not have been handed over to a newly established young hunting team... Even though your resume is outstanding among students, it is not enough to see in the eyes of the Sanbu Sword and the school's truly elite hunting team. I even doubt whether the school assistant team is qualified to take on this task."