When Zheng Qing's first talisman bomb hit the black wizard's forehead.
A high altitude far from the battlefield.
In the clouds.
Professor Monteria, sitting on the back of the gray crow, put away the quill pen and note board in his hand, lowered his head, and finally looked at the irregular dark spots intertwined in the dark green silent forest below. He ordered indifferently: "The relevant data are basically in line with expectations, and the time is almost done... Let's end here."
"Don't you watch for a while?"
Crow No. 3 lay on the edge of the crow's wings, poked his head, feeling the majestic momentum emitted by the top wizard in the dark spots, with a hint of intoxication in his eyes, and murmured: "This is the best work we have prepared, except for some flaws in appearance... Imagine if everyone in the world could..."
He ended his imagination here very wisely.
The professor raised his eyelids and glanced at him.
“Temperance is the most elegant character in the world.”
The professor said meaningfully: "Like Mr. Watley below, he has begun to instinctively get lost in this force that does not belong to it... People who are dominated by instinct often cannot tell whether the bait or food is in front of them... For most black wizards, chasing power is their instinct, and power is the best bait. Obviously, our Mr. Watley is a standard black wizard."
"And it's a stupid black wizard who lacks self-control." Crow No. 3 mumbled, retracting his gaze, adding two attributions to the professor's comments, and then adding two metaphors: "Like a peacock who can't wait to open his tail feathers, or a little boy showing off his toys to strangers."
The latter metaphor was just used by the professor not long ago.
While speaking, he pulled out the notepad in his arms, flipped through a few pages, and found the parchment paper hidden at the bottom. The contract terms written in Runiwen were somewhat blurred in the dim light. Only the last sentence - the final right of interpretation of this contract belongs to the project leader - flashed with a strange red light, which seemed very clear.
He raised his head again and looked at the professor, as if he wanted to say something else.
But wherever he saw, the thin and hard back made him give up what had already flowed to his mouth, and honestly pulled out the quill that was sandwiched on the edge of the note board, and at the end of the contract, he signed his own opinions and names - to determine the end of the experiment, and according to the rules, destroy the relevant experimental subjects, Gan Ning.
The last stroke fell.
A very inconspicuous stinking smell appeared from the tip of the quill. The starting point was the place where the tip was closed. It was as dark as a swimming snake, and followed the handwriting he left before and turned forward. In just a blink of an eye, the whole piece of parchment was shrouded in a piece of fine Mars and blue-white smoke.
In the blink of an eye, Gan Ning, the parchment paper on the note board had turned into ashes. The breeze swept by, and the ashes disappeared instantly. Only the intermittent scorch marks left on the board, recording the traces of the contract that once existed.
The young crow carefully turned his head and glanced at the crow's back.
There was a hint of regret in his eyes.
In the silent forest, a moment ago, the dark spot with black and red intertwined dark spots that were still very clear, and the color of them had become extremely light at this time. He seemed to be able to see the once majestic demon under the dark spots shattering little by little under the influence of the rules.
"Hold on Lingyu, it's time for us to leave." The professor reminded in a indifferent tone: "... Everyone is waiting for us."
The big gray-white crow flapped his wings gently and his body suddenly disappeared from the spot.
Gan Ning hurriedly grabbed the thickest cluster of feathers in front of him, and felt a flower in front of him. He came to his senses. There was no cloud or mist around him. There was a lush coniferous forest under him. The bitter cold wind swept across the treetops, making a subtle rustling sound, like a green ocean. He remembered that this place should belong to the north of the silent forest, hundreds of miles away from the battlefield just now.
Quarre!
The gray-white crow made a low and dumb cry, and its wings closed and it fell smoothly. The big tree that hit the head seemed to have been used to perform activation techniques. One by one, it took the initiative to dodge the landing crows, but unexpectedly did not disturb the birds on the tree.
Gan Ning clearly saw a call from the emperor tilting his head to combed his feathers on his back. When the gray-white crow fell, its wide wings almost wiped its little head, and the alert and timid guy, who was usually not aware of it at all.
call!
A gentle breeze rolled downwards, scattering a few yellow grass on the ground.
The gray-white crow hovered half a tree high, motionless. Professor Monteria still closed her eyes and sat on the crow's back, while Gan Ning tightened the crow mask on her face, jumped and jumped down.
Swish!
Swish! Swish!
One after another, figures with crow masks jumped out of the forest and landed around Ganning. Below the gray-white crows, standing with their hands behind their backs, waiting quietly with a hint of nervousness in respect.
The professor did not waste time, and waited for everyone to arrive and spoke directly.
"This experiment is very successful. Thank you for your hard work... It is necessary to review it after each task, which will increase your experience and reduce errors. So, do you have any constructive opinions on today's task?"
He was waiting patiently for the students' feedback as if he was in class.
for a long time.
No one spoke.
All the crows were cautiously watching the small piece of grass in front of them.
"Since everyone has no objection, after the task is over, each person will submit a 30,000-word experimental report, which can be completed before the start of school. It will be used as your remaining winter vacation homework..."
The professor arranged it skillfully, as if he had not noticed the bitter gazes below. At the end, he added casually: "As for the report... you can hand it over to No. 3 after completion. If any other reports or situations occur before the winter vacation, you will also report them directly to No. 3. I have an urgent task and don't want other things to disturb you."
Most of the crows turned their attention to the crows standing in the front row of the team, and their eyes were filled with scrutiny and speculation. On the contrary, the crows, No. 1, No. 2 and No. 3, which were at the center of the intersection of eyes, performed more calmly than others.
"in addition!"
The professor's tone did not change at all, but everyone immediately put away the gaze and restored their previous respect: "Before the end, I have another idea, I hope to share it with you. Maybe this idea seems a bit fussy to you, but I think that at any time, preventing the problem from escalating is not a bad word."
Prevent problems from happening.
It doesn't sound like a good word.
Everyone subconsciously cheered up. Instead, the professor's tone was the same as before, calm and indifferent as before, as if he was chatting with everyone, but the more this tone, the more nervous the crows who were familiar with him felt.