"This is not right, that is not right... In your eyes, is the whole world wrong? Your mentality makes me suspect that you have paranoia for persecution and always feel that others want to harm you."
"I don't mean that..."
"No, you have it. When you look up and see the crow, you think it's wrong, it's an evil sign; when you draw a tarot card, you think it's wrong, it's an evil sign; when you go to meet a great wizard, you think something is wrong... You bury your head in the snow and think about it, are there really so many things in this world?"
“There is no snow in this season…”
"It has nothing to do with whether there is snow or not! That's a metaphor! In Maloy's words, twisted people can see the world too... I mean, is it possible that something is wrong is you?"
Xiao Xiao and Fatty Xin walked on both sides of Zheng Qing, saying and saying a word, criticizing Zheng Qing's new idea that had just been envisioned - after leaving the Sakura Tavern, he immediately told his two companions about his uneasiness.
However, the doctor and the fat man both sneered at his anxiety.
Zheng Qing can understand this - thinking from the perspective of others, if he was Fatty Xin, after listening to his nagging these days, he would also feel that he had any serious illness.
"I didn't say that something wrong with Senior Colma is related to those crows," Zheng Qing tried to sort out his thoughts and emphasized: "I just think her current state is a bit weird, a little different from her before..."
"It's definitely not like it."
Xiao Xiao put on his glasses and hit the nail on the head: "In the past, she was just an ordinary school student, not even a registered wizard. Now she is a great wizard, and she is in the stage of rapid accumulation after advancing to a great wizard. Every moment, even every minute and every second, she is undergoing transformation... Now she is not 'a little different' of her before, but 'very different' of her before."
This also makes sense.
But Zheng Qing still felt that this "difference" was subtle and the "difference" he felt.
Just as he was pondering, Fatty Xin patted his shoulder and comforted him, "Don't think so much. I think you are a little psychologically stressed because of those messy rumors and the homework for about 30 classes a week... You are too worried and you can't breathe. Keep persevering, and you won't have so much trouble at the end of this semester."
Zheng Qing expressed doubts about this.
“It’s twenty-eight lessons.”
In the end, instead of continuing to discuss his ideas with his two companions, he chose a mistake that would never be disputed and corrected: "I now have twenty-eight classes a week."
This is the time he doesn't know how many times he has corrected this small problem.
The fat wizard put his shoulder on his shoulder and pushed him to a small stall on the street: "Yes, yes, you only need to take twenty-eight classes a week... It must be a waste of eyes when studying so hard. I recommend you an exclusive snack in the North District to help you replenish your eyes so that you won't see anything wrong!"
While talking, the three of them had already stopped in front of the small stall.
The appearance of the small stalls in the North District is completely different from the other areas of Beta Town: the vendors in the North District rarely have fixed stores. Most of them push small stalls made of wood. The stalls have no names, and there are oil paper umbrellas on them. There are at most a few talismans on the umbrellas that can protect against dust, shelter from rain, and windproof. They are hung under the string of locust wood beads, and they are dripping around, looking like they will run away at any time.
The guests in the North District are similar to these small vendors. They have no money. They are definitely not as good as those in the East or West District. They need to sit in a warm and comfortable shop to enjoy delicious food. After the meal, they also need the caring service of the elves. Even the wizards in the North District rarely hold gold beans in their pockets when shopping. The most popular currency in this area is copper.
Therefore, when Fatty Xin threw out a golden bean in front of this small stall, not only the stall owner, but even the passers-by around him were looking at each other.
However, when they saw the big red courtyard robes on the three young wizards, they showed a little more clarity on their faces, and then looked at the stall owner enviously - everyone in the North District knew that the guests of the college were the best fat sheep.
"Do you think it's too much money to burn, and want to be slaughtered by someone?"
Zheng Qing put his face sideways, attached himself to the fat wizard's ear, his lips moved slightly, and his tone was a little helpless: "You Jindouzi can buy him this stall."
Xin patted his shoulder.
"You don't understand this."
He squeezed the corners of his mouth, and the fat on his cheeks trembled happily, and his voice was also not loud: "I'm using this golden bean to tell the stall owner that I only eat the best ones, and don't fool me with the dirty things he sold to other people in the North District..."
For fat people who say they are "foodies", it doesn't matter how much they spend on eating, but whether they eat well is important.
The luster of the golden bean stimulated the enthusiasm of the stall owner very well. He bent down and took out a small brown urn half a foot high and three clean celadon bowls from the hidden lattice of the small cart. Then he took off the gourd hanging on his waist, pulled out the plug, and poured three bowls of red sauce for the three bowls of small bowls in a very breath.
Zheng Qing saw it very clearly. For other customers, the stall owners directly used wooden spoons to scoop the soup in the large wooden bucket on it - just by looking at the color of the soup, they could easily determine the difference between the two.
"What is this?" Zheng Qing sniffed and smelled a slightly sour and sweet smell.
"Sheep eye juice."
Fatty Xin said a terrible name: "It is a delicacy from the Mongolian plateau werewolf tribe. It is usually used by their witch doctors to treat sequelae of the moon, hangover, head disease, gout, etc.... For us, it also has some magical effect."
"I've heard of this kind of thing."
Xiao Xiao on the other side held his glasses, and a hint of surprise appeared on his face: "It is said that he was soaking sheep's eyes in tomato juice... Depending on the different sheep's eyes, the taste is also different. Among them, eyeballs marinated with herbs are the best and the safest to eat; there are also many people who like to eat them raw or cook..."
Zheng Qing swallowed quietly - just hearing the name of this snack made him feel physically discomfort.
At the same time, the stall owner also opened the brown urn, scooped out six pickled black and white eyeballs from it, and slowly put them into the small celadon bowl, two in each bowl.
The remaining blood strands on the eyes were clearly distinguished. As soon as the soup was put into the soup, the blood strands spread out in all directions like jellyfish tentacles. Zheng Qing could even vaguely hear the sound of them gurgling and drinking soup. Soon, the blood strands that had been full and full curled up lazily and retracted around the sheep's eyes. A few eye strands in the soup, and finally turns to the three guests in unison, staring at them without moving, like a dead fish.