A guest in a black cloak walked through the bustling crowd, walked to the bar, took out a slender roll of parchment paper and handed it to the multi-armed waiter behind the table.
The waiter stretched out a hand from behind, picked up the paper roll, spread it, and looked in front of him carefully, and his eyes focused on the small seven-pointed star sign at the end of the paper roll.
"The secret key is correct, this is your thing, please keep it."
The waiter finally recognized the mark on the roll, took out a black wooden box from the underside of the bar, and pushed it to the guest: "Come on a cup of Siren Rum?"
"No, thank you."
The guest's low voice came from under the hood. He took the wooden box, turned around, and left the wandering side. The bulging cloak seemed to spread its wings and pounced into the crow in the night, and disappeared into the rich shadows of the street corner in the blink of an eye.
The cloak passed through the winding alleys, passed through the gurgling quiet river, and went out along the edge of the guardian magic circle. It did not disturb the patrols on the street and the magic creatures in the river, and finally disappeared quietly in the depths of the silent forest.
The silent forest in the night is not silent.
The next day, the Waking of Insects was the next day. The insects woke up from the deep humus layer greedily sucked the breath of spring. The tree sperm and bats crawled out of the cave unscrupulously hunted and killed the insects that had just woken up under the cover of night. There were kappa boys on the water, monsters wearing red hats under the trees, and their eyes were like charcoal. They roared through the forest in groups, and chased and screamed like the barking of dogs.
Deeper in the silent forest, in extremely distant places, the roar of giants and the roar of fire dragons came faintly, becoming the most realistic background sound of this huge and complex biological system.
The cloak that entered the forest carefully avoided the hunting area of the horseman tribe and the territories wandering. Following the guidance of the magic mark, he finally arrived at a slightly noisy camp.
This is a camp of a small ogre tribe. There is only one old priest and less than ten adult ogres in the camp. In the crisis-ridden forest, such a tribe is the easiest to be born and disappear.
At this moment, the old priest of the ogre tribe was dancing a solemn prayer dance around the magic bonfire. The young head under its jaw was vaguely repeated the prayers recited by the master's head in his mouth. The sound of the double chanting surrounded the bonfire, stirring up a circle of wonderful and harmonious resonance, making the bonfire burn more vigorously, emitting a burning breath, intimidating the gaze that was faintly visible in the darkness around.
This magical flame is the foundation for this small tribe to survive one silent night after another.
The cloak from the Wandering Bar stopped silently under a tall soul-returning poplar outside the Ogre tribe. After a moment of standing still, the air in front of him rippled like water waves.
Professor Monteria's figure slowly appeared in front of the cloak.
Take off his hood, revealing Gan Ning's slightly pale round face.
"There are things, professor." He lowered his head slightly, his voice did not fluctuate at all, and he held the wooden box brought by the wandering bar in his hands stretched out from under the cloak.
The professor raised his arm, but did not take the wooden box as soon as possible. Instead, he reached Gan Ning's shoulder, and gently flicked it off a seed of reincarnation that had climbed to his shoulder at some point.
Bang!
The soul-returning poplar seeds, like caterpillars, turned into a ball of powder in the air, and then fell down, leaving a small gray-white mark on the shoulders of the young wizard.
"Sorry, professor, I was negligent." Gan Ning buried his head lowered a little lower.
Professor Monteria glanced over him, but in the end the wooden box was in a plain tone: "Neglect means accident. But this is not an accident... We rarely accept accidents caused by our negligence, and prefer to blame others for the cause of the accident. This is not a good habit."
While he was speaking, he had already opened the box, took out a stack of parchment paper inside, and looked through it one by one.
The light in the forest was very dark, but for a great wizard, there was no difference between here and Bai Yu. He frowned, browsing the box of information at a glance, and looked at it with an undeniable expression. He nodded in a very small way until he saw the detailed record of tracking the target person.
"As a student secret club, they can obtain so much secret information, which shows that they have put their heart into it." The professor briefly commented and changed the subject: "Where is the target's flesh or hair?"
Gan Ning hesitated for a few seconds.
"They haven't succeeded for the time being." The young wizard replied in a low voice: "Because the target has been strengthened by the 'seed', his physical fitness has been greatly improved... It is difficult to obtain his biological information by ordinary means."
"Then use some unusual means," the professor flipped his hands and put away the parchment paper, and his eyes fell back into the ogre camp in the middle of the forest. His voice was not high but he seemed very firm: "For example, the crazy blood servant and werewolf, the out-of-control beating willow, the explosive crucible and test tube, the duel that was bored by love, or the free physical examination, etc.... It is very normal for a student to have some ordinary minor accidents in school."
“Yes, professor.”
"Do you think it's a bit unreasonable to me to be obsessed with a low-level experimental subject that is not even a registered wizard?"
"No, professor."
"No, you have it, and others have it too." Professor Monteria calmly corrected his subordinates' right and wrong, and his tone was faint: "Because you have not felt the power of higher-level seeds, and do not understand how terrible the power of a wizard's existence from a conceptual level... and how precious is the wizard who can resist that distortion. Do you still remember Watley?"
Gan Ning nodded silently.
As a black wizard who died in the school and the three-fork sword, Watley's name has recently become a saint among the crows, especially the powerful strength he showed after receiving the transformation - you know, before the transformation, he was just a promising and old registered wizard - making every crow believe in the direction of his efforts.
"Watrey has a very firm will, mature mind, and very persistent, with rich knowledge of black magic and sufficient magic accumulation. Therefore, he was chosen by me to become an experimental subject...so he was able to easily break the shackles after transformation, and even become a top wizard in one go."
While speaking, Professor Monteria raised his arm, and his wide robe sleeves slid down, revealing a pale and thin arm. Gan Ning did not look up, but the corner of his eyes clearly saw something surging under the professor's thin skin. When he looked at it intently, he saw nothing, as if the scene just now was just an illusion caused by the flash of fire in the ogre camp outside the forest.