The young public-funded student looked firm and answered quickly and sincerely: "It just so happened that I have prepared some homework related to talismans, so I can use this time to urge Dongdong to study in advance."
He said sorry to the little fox in his heart.
Su Shijun nodded with satisfaction, and his hand holding his collar slightly loosened, then frowned, his eyes swept over Zheng Qing's slanted behind him, and a hint of worries appeared on his face: "Then let's do it, I'll go first... There are more and more people at the banquet, and there are more and more annoying ghosts... Remember not to go back too late, if Sister Man locks you outside, I can't do anything!"
The boy turned his head carefully and looked along the witch's sight. He saw Matthew's cousin, Duke Milton of the Blood Clan, holding a wine glass, walking towards him with greetings to others.
"Oh, by the way, in the end I want to give you a simple advice." Su Shijun's slightly serious voice came from his ears.
Zheng Qing withdrew his gaze and looked at the witch curiously.
She looked at the boy seriously and said something: "The ancient Mayan priest said, if you really want to share a secret with others, I mean the secret that is 'very important' and 'very dangerous', you should dig a grave first... This grave may either bury the person who leaked the secret, or bury the person who heard the secret, or may bury the person who wanted to steal the secret, or even the person who was involved in the secret.
So, I want to remind you that some things become secrets because they shouldn’t be known by many people. Knowing too much will not be beneficial to everyone… Just let’s see you again.”
Zheng Qing stood there in a daze, and he didn't realize when Su Shijun left.
He just suddenly remembered a novel called "The Three-Body Problem" that he had read a long time ago. The protagonist Luo Ji dug a grave for himself before finally confronting the Three-Body Problem World and sharing the secrets of the real universe.
He didn't know whether the author of that book knew this common saying that was circulated among the Mayan priests, but he knew that the essence of the two was the same.
"If I were you, I would find a place with many people to hide... Duke Milton now looks like he wants to suck your blood." A familiar voice suddenly came from his ears, which scared Zheng Qing.
"Oh, Shet!"
The young public student cursed in a low voice. He quickly glanced at Duke Milton with a gloomy expression not far away, then glanced at Fatty Xin who had just made a sound, and said angrily: "Did you have a cushion under your feet? Can you make some noise when you walk!"
The five hunters from the Yusui Hunting Team did not all come to attend the dinner. Xiao Xiao was lying in the school hospital because of the injury. Lanqi was impatient with this kind of thing, so she accompanied him in the hospital.
Needless to say, Zheng Qing came to the three people at the banquet. As soon as Dylan showed up, he was caught by the people from the Yuexia Council and sat with him. Only Fatty Xin, who was delicious and loves to chat, was like fish in water on such occasions.
"Meat pad? Isn't that something that grows on cat's paws?"
The fat wizard held a plate in his hand, which was filled with roasted meat pieces, and his mouth was filled with oil: "I remember you were a cat after you transformed... The probability of you growing a meat pad is much higher than mine."
Zheng Qing followed the fat wizard into the crowd and whispered: "You are more like a cat than me... you are elusive. When you hear a little noise elsewhere, you disappear without a trace. I don't know where to hide and peep... Do those who are investigating have this kind of quirk?"
A row of elves slowly flew past the two of them with long trays.
"This is not a quirk, it is called a sharpness to news." The fat wizard reached out and took a small cup of green bee from the tray, took a sip, and sighed with satisfaction: "Eating meat and drinking wine in small sips is the ultimate enjoyment of life."
"This is the only pursuit in your life."
Zheng Qing curled his lips and watched the elves holding the tray gradually fading away. He inexplicably thought of the scene where the fat wizard held him around after the battle, subconsciously shivered and gritted his teeth and asked: "I haven't asked you yet, why are you crazy before? I told you that it's not me..."
"It must be you...and it can only be you."
Fatty Xin raised a piece of grilled steak again, stuffed it into his mouth, and chewed it while vaguely answering: "Think about it, what was going on the battlefield at that time... Everyone was trapped in that blood-colored barrier, and the magic power continued to pass. Several great wizards were pressed and beaten by the monster old man. Only you, using the talisman gun to open it several times, this is something that everyone can see..."
"I mean, is it possible that the black wizard collapsed on his own when it was an experimental accident by the crows?" Zheng Qing thought of the previous conversation with Su Shijun.
The fat wizard looked at the boy with a slanted eye, and even forgot to chew the meat in his mouth.
"Are you really stupid or are you pretending to be stupid?"
He poured the small glass of green bee, threw the wine glass at the elf in the air, and then grabbed the shoulders of the young public-funded student, signaling him to look around: "Did you see it? Three-pointed sword! Danhag! Wizard Council! Moon Council! First University! Only when the great wizard died by the hunting of wizards can everyone sit in front of the dining table... If, as you said, as the death of Watley was attributed to an experimental accident, at least half of the people in this room have no credit."
Zheng Qing was a little confused when he heard it, for example, his mind had not turned around yet, so why could Danhage and the people from the Yuexia Council join in the fun?
But this did not prevent him from roughly understanding what the fat man wanted to express.
"As for why you choose," the fat man let go of his hand on the boy's shoulder and sighed with a little enviousness: "Some burdens can be carried by people with broad shoulders. Just like this, if you didn't really help Watrek open a few times, even if I shouted loudly, who would believe it?"
"Then you don't have to hold me up and run around the battlefield." Zheng Qing murmured.
"What do you know!"
Fat Xin touched an apple from somewhere, and took a fierce bite. He analyzed in an old-fashioned way: "If you don't 'promote' yourself, you will be bitten by someone and bite the west, nothing will fall! We just want to promote it so that all the forty or fifty wizards present know... Then those big figures won't let you lose your credit! Oh, by the way, talking about credit, I heard that the Three-Chain Sword intends to give the hunters who participated in the battle this time a Merlin Medal. Have you heard what Councillor Su said?"
Speaking of this, the fat wizard's face shone brightly and even forgot to eat meat.
"Merlin Medal?" Zheng Qing suddenly remembered the nose and earrings that had helped a lot on the battlefield, and shook his head: "I haven't heard of it...but you, how can you find out any news!"