A customer in a black cloak walked through the bustling crowd and walked to the bar. He took out a slender parchment roll and handed it to the multi-armed waiter behind the counter.
The waiter stretched out a hand from behind, picked up the scroll, unfolded it, and looked at it carefully, focusing on the small seven-pointed star logo at the end of the scroll.
"The secret key is correct. This is your thing. Please keep it."
The waiter finally recognized the mark on the paper roll, took out a black wooden box from under the bar, and pushed it in front of the guest: "Would you like a glass of Kraken Rum?"
"no thank you."
The guest's deep voice came from under the hood. He took the wooden box, turned around, and left the Wandering Bar directly. The bulging cloak spread its wings like a crow flying into the night, and disappeared in the thick shadow of the street corner in the blink of an eye.
This cloak passed through the winding alleys, passed by the gurgling Silent River, and went all the way out along the edge of the protective circle. It did not alert the patrols on the street or the magical creatures in the river, and finally disappeared quietly.
Deep in the silent forest.
The silent forest at night is not silent.
The next day was the awakening of hibernation. The insects that woke up from the depths of the humus layer greedily sucked the breath of spring. The tree sperm and bats that crawled out of the caves unscrupulously hunted and killed these insects that had just woken up under the cover of night.
There are kappas with disks on their heads by the water, monsters wearing red hats under the trees, and Hudou with eyes like burning coals. They come in small groups, whizzing through the forest, chasing Lili with barks like dogs.
Deeper in the Silent Forest, in an extremely distant place, the roar of giants and the roar of fire dragons could be faintly heard, 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 territory where the tauren wandered. Following the guidance of the magic mark, it finally arrived at a slightly noisy camp.
This is the camp of a small ogre tribe. There is only one old priest and less than ten adult ogres in the camp. In the silent forest full of dangers, such a tribe is the easiest to be born and the easiest to 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 mumbled the prayers uttered by the main head in a double chant.
Surrounding the bonfire, a circle of wonderful and harmonious resonances stirred up, making the bonfire burn more vigorously, exuding a scorching breath, intimidating the looming prying eyes in the surrounding darkness.
This magical flame is the foundation for this small tribe to survive one silent night after another.
The cloak from Wandering Bar quietly stopped under a tall resurrected poplar tree outside the ogre tribe. He stood quietly for a moment, the air in front of him rippling like water waves.
Professor Monteria's figure slowly appeared in front of the cloak.
The hood of the cloak was taken off, revealing Gan Ning's round, slightly pale face.
"I've brought the things, Professor." He lowered his head slightly, without any fluctuation in his voice, and held the wooden box from the Wandering Bar in his hands stretched out from under his cloak.
The professor raised his arm, but did not take the wooden box immediately. Instead, he put it on Gan Ning's shoulder and flicked it away, brushing off a piece of resurrected poplar seed that had crawled onto his shoulder at some point.
Snapped!
The caterpillar-like seeds of the soul-returning poplar turned into a ball of powder in the air, and then rustled down, leaving a small gray-white mark on the young wizard's shoulder.
"I'm sorry, Professor, I was negligent." Gan Ning lowered his head even lower.
Professor Monteria glanced at him and found the wooden box. His tone was flat: "Negligence represents an accident. But it is not an accident... We are rarely willing to accept accidents caused by our own negligence. We prefer to treat accidents as if they were accidents."
Blame it on other people. That’s not a good practice.”
While he was talking, he had already opened the box, took out a stack of parchments inside, and looked through them one by one.
The light in the forest was very dark, but to a great wizard, it was no different from daytime. He frowned and browsed through the information in the box with a noncommittal expression until he saw the details of tracking the target person.
Record, then nodded slightly.
"As a student secret society, they can obtain so much secret information, which shows that they have put their heart and soul into it." The professor commented simply, then changed the subject: "Where is the target's flesh and blood or hair?"
Gan Ning hesitated for a few seconds.
"They haven't succeeded yet." 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 turned over and put away the parchments, his eyes fell back on the ogre camp in the center of the forest, his voice was low but very firm: "For example, crazy blood servants and werewolves,
The out-of-control Whomping Willow, exploding crucibles and test tubes, duels carried away by love, or free physical examination projects, etc... It is very normal for a student to have some ordinary minor accidents in school."
"Yes, Professor."
"Do you think it's unreasonable for me to be obsessed with a low-level experimental subject who is not even a registered wizard?"
"No, Professor."
"No, you have it, and so do others." Professor Monteria calmly corrected the duplicity of his subordinates, and said in a calm tone: "Because you have not experienced the power of high-level seeds, and you do not understand the concept of eroding the existence of a wizard.
How terrifying is the power... And how precious is a wizard who can resist that kind of twisting force. Do you remember Whateley?"
Gan Ning nodded silently.
As the dark wizard who died in place of the crows under the joint stranglehold of the school and the three-pronged sword, Whateley's name has recently become a saint among the crows, especially the powerful strength he showed after undergoing transformation - you know, after the transformation
Before, he was just a hopeless, decrepit registered wizard - making every crow believe in the direction of his efforts.
"Whateley has a very strong will, a mature mind, and is very persistent. He has rich knowledge of black magic and sufficient accumulation of magic power. That's why I chose him to be an experimental subject... That's why he can be transformed after transformation.
Easily break the shackles and even become a top wizard in one go."
While speaking, Professor Monteria raised his arm, and the wide sleeves of his robe fell down, revealing a pale and thin arm. Gan Ning did not raise his head, but he could clearly see from the corner of his eye that there seemed to be something under the professor's skinny skin.
It was surging. When he looked 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.