"I was picked up by people from their wizard tower long ago."
"...I don't know anything when I ask..."
"I only saw a ball of white shadow... a ball of white shadow... the silver bat is still a ball of white shadow when it flies. I can name seventeen or eight kinds of animals that fly like a ball of white shadow without using my brain!"
Old man Verne had a tigerish face and complained in a rough voice, with a somewhat dissatisfied tone.
Zheng Qing and his friends stood not far from the old man.
Obviously, the old man Verne was very annoyed that a certain witness could not clearly determine the identity of the attacker.
At this moment, the old school guard was holding his long wooden stick and carefully stirring the weeds in the forest, trying to find some clues that had been missed before.
Around him, dozens of school janitors in gray robes lined up in neat lines, searching the lawn beside the muddy pond inch by inch.
Even the young turtles that were basking in the sun in the pond were driven out of the pond, turned over, showing their clean bellies, and asked two assistants in black robes to hold carving knives
Use paint to carve runes on it.
Zheng Qing looked at the empty small square in frustration, his heart filled with disappointment.
His only purpose here is to comfort the frightened Elena - this is a perfect opportunity to increase his presence and favor.
It's a pity that he came late.
Now that the beauty has left, what's the point of staying here?
"I think the withered longevity turtle has been transported away, right?" The public-funded student looked at Thomas and tried to joke in a relaxed tone: "It seems that we will be unemployed just after arriving... Since there is no need
I have an assistant, so let’s leave first?”
"Why are you leaving?" Thomas turned his head, looking very confused.
He had just been communicating in a low voice with several other black-robed assistant coaches and did not pay attention to the situation here.
"Elena has left!" Zheng Qing emphasized, and then added: "And the withered turtle has also been transported away... Didn't you ask us to clean up the scene? Since the turtles have been transported away,
Then there is no point in us staying here, so..."
He shrugged and glanced towards the back garden of the academy.
"Everyone is hungry now," he finally explained.
"Oh, she's not here." There was a hint of smile in Thomas' green eyes, but he denied firmly: "Then we can't leave! ... As for the meal, it's definitely right to go to Old Man Verne."
Before Zheng Qing could speak, his former interviewer raised three fingers in front of his eyes.
"First," Thomas put away a finger, glanced at the belly-turned turtle beside the mud pond, and emphasized: "The injured turtle is a three-hundred-year-old 'longevity turtle', not a turtle... This is very important.
important."
Beside the mud pond, several older turtles stretched their necks and screamed twice.
Zheng Qing forced a smile.
"Second, I just asked you to clean up the scene, not to dissect the injured longevity turtle... Moreover, your knowledge level is not up to the level of handling the 'key' evidence." Mr. Teaching Assistant put away the second stick.
fingers.
"Then what scene should we clean up?" Fatty Xin asked stupidly with a confused look on his face.
"Like them." Thomas tilted his head not far away.
Zheng Qing turned his head and looked at the gray-robed school guards who were rummaging through the grass inch by inch under the scorching sun, and his face gradually turned pale.
"Is that also cleaning up the scene?" Zhang Jixin's originally purple face turned redder.
"That's the cleanup scene." Thomas corrected: "The anatomy, detection magic, and magical alchemy tools that your little minds speculate on are all within the scope of more advanced wizards."
As he spoke, he used two index finger pens to draw a long distance to explain to the freshmen in front of him the distance between 'them' and the 'senior wizards'.
That's a distance that makes ants despair.
"Third," Thomas put away his last finger, waved his clenched fist, and emphasized: "This is also the most important point... The school has fully entrusted the on-site handling tasks to Old Man Verne... So
...If you try to leave early, you need the consent of Old Man Verne."
Zheng Qing chuckled and said nothing.
Just kidding, if you go digging in the grass on a hot day, you would only agree if you have a brain.
He gave a vague wink to several of his companions.
Fatty Xin blinked calmly.
Zhang Jixin cleared his throat.
Duan Xiaojian swallowed quietly.
Only Xiao Xiao still buried his head in his notebook and ignored it.
As if he had guessed Zheng Qing's thoughts, Thomas added: "You should be aware that the area near Linzhong Lake is still under martial law. Anyone who travels without permission is very likely to be attacked by warning magic."
The last glimmer of hope that slipped away was gone.
"What is warning magic?" Zheng Qing struggled desperately.
"Non-lethal, attack-type magic," Xiao Xiao suddenly raised his head and explained in a calm tone: "The purpose of this type of magic is to remove the threat of the target, and there are not many restrictions on the method. Common warning magic includes
'Passive Transformation Curse', 'Five Tones and Five Colors Curse', and some magic books also include 'Petrification Curse' as warning magic... Of course, because this type of spell is still harmful to the subject, any use of warning magic
All actions need to be reported to the relevant departments, and the scope of use, time of use, and authorization type of such magic must be announced in advance.”
"This must be the famous doctor among the newcomers," Thomas clapped softly and praised, "He is indeed well-deserved."
"He will become even more famous from today on." Zhang Jixin snorted.
Zheng Qing smiled weakly.
Thomas did not notice the obscure interaction between several young people, or in other words, he noticed it, but did not understand it.
But this did not prevent him from giving more specific explanations to several freshmen.
"The type of authorization we have obtained is the 'Passive Transformation Spell'," the green eyes of the black-robed assistant teacher flashed, and an enigmatic smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "For the specific type of transformation, you can refer to the owner of this mud pond."
Zheng Qing couldn't help but shudder as he looked at the reptiles moving slowly in the mud.
Fatty Xin wailed and sat down on the ground.
"The range of warning magic is on the shore of Linzhong Lake, starting from the mud pond in the east, to the promenade in the west, to the square in front of Shushan Hall in the south, and to the square in front of the Bishop's Building in the north."
"Time," Thomas took out his timer from his arms and nodded: "As of three o'clock in the afternoon, that is to say, from now on, you will not be able to leave here until two hours, thirty-one minutes and forty-eight seconds."
"According to the principle of maximizing the marginal benefit of your time, I suggest you accept the task of Old Man Verne and earn some credits." The white-faced teaching assistant gave the final suggestion and left gracefully.
Only a few newcomers were left behind, and the whole place was filled with sadness.