Zheng Qing has gradually recalled the results of the "Light Flies Renovation" project he mentioned. In the first semester of his freshman year, he had just entered the school. Zheng Qing captured a kappa wild monster while patrolling Linzhong Lake at night. During the chaos that night, the light flies transformed by Hilda left a very deep impression on him.
Unlike other light bugs, Hilda's light bugs are extremely sensitive to demonic energy. The richer the demonic energy, the stronger the light glow of the light bugs. The thinner the demonic energy, the dimmer the light emitted by the light bugs. In addition, they can also actively arrange neatly and search to ensure that no suspicious targets are missed.
"I don't have specimens from the big elf to provide those old men."
Zheng Qing muttered, and when he thought of the review committee that wanted to make the beautiful and cute elf into a mummy, he felt chill and firmly rejected the possibility.
"That's why I said, you should thank Councillor Su."
While speaking, Hilda raised a corner of the mask again and leaned against Zheng Qing. He asked in a low voice: "The application materials displayed by the review committee are very limited... It is said that your big elves were transformed from a group of ordinary green elves? What kind of transformation ideas did you use? Or the angle of alchemy or the angle of magic creatures? Did you mix the nutrient solution you feed them yourself? How strong are the magic power of those big elves? Have you developed self-awareness? Self-awareness is the most essential limit to distinguish alchemy dolls and alchemy creatures... Do they still need your nutrient solution now? If they cannot get rid of the shackles of potions, then these big elves are not perfect transformations after all."
A series of questions were both dense and rapid, and it was obvious that these questions had been hovering in his mind for more than a day. It was not surprising that Hilda had transformed the lightworms, which he was interested in.
It’s just that his questions were too detailed, and for a moment, it was difficult for Zheng Qing to explain clearly - especially when they were maintaining a battle formation and shuttled through the silent forest at night. It was very unwise to be too distracted at this moment.
"We can discuss this later."
The young teaching assistant gave his answer very sincerely. At the same time, in order to divert Hilda's attention, he reluctantly came up with a new topic: "... Speaking of which, I found that when wizards perform missions or gather in private, they seem to like wearing masks?"
Mei Lin was on the top, and Zheng Qing mentioned this topic simply because he saw the smooth mask on Hilda's face that looked like an egg white, and he couldn't help but think of the mask that he was responsible for the seven deadly sins. Then he thought of the cat-face mask when the Yusin Hunting Team was performing the three-point sword mission during the winter vacation, and subconsciously sighed.
To be honest, even if Hilda did not respond at all, Zheng Qing would not feel strange. After all, this problem is too simple. A three-year-old child knows that wearing a mask is the easiest way to cover up his appearance and avoid being cursed by a black wizard.
But the speaker is unintentional, and the listener is intentional.
Hilda gave an answer that was completely beyond his expectations, pushing this originally simple question to an extremely complex and profound level.
"Oh, this tradition is said to be related to death."
The teacher in the practice class raised his finger and tapped the edge of his mask, completely unaware of the confusion this answer caused to his students.
"grim Reaper?"
Zheng Qing had no idea how the topic leaped from mask to death.
"Yes, it has something to do with death... To be precise, it is 'it is said to be're related to death."
Hilda did not notice the boy's temporary confusion, and patiently assumed the responsibility of the teacher, explaining: "As the saying goes, 'appearance is born from the heart' and 'without the heart', a person's facial features determine his 'original appearance', that is, the characteristics of the soul. If you cover your facial features, you can avoid being seen clearly by someone's soul. The God of Death harvests a person's soul through his name and appearance. Covering his face, the God of Death does not know his name, nor can he see his soul clearly, so he has a high probability of getting away from the quasi-death and pretending to die..."
Hearing this, Zheng Qing suddenly felt a sense of unobstruction after the nasal congestion suddenly disappeared.
“There is a logical problem with this statement.”
The young witch shook her head with certainty, looked at the black and dirty trees in the distance and the mottled shadows swaying under the moon, and felt that her brain was unprecedentedly clear:
"If the God of Death harvests his soul through his name and appearance, does that mean that as long as I don't have a name, the God of Death cannot harvest my soul? It's easy for anyone to think of this. According to this principle, from ancient times to the present, many people have definitely tried to "life" in this way, why have we never heard of it?"
"Because they don't have names... without names, you naturally don't know their existence."
Hilda gave an extremely logical answer, directly holding back the boy's subsequent doubts. At the same time, he added meaningfully: "As the saying goes, 'the immortals are nameless, and all the famous people are on the book of life and death', just like our principal, in fact, some people have suspected that he is really 'nameless', or because he lost his name, he became 'nameless'... Many people privately speculated that our principal was the first wizard to escape the god of death through 'nameless', but this was not confirmed by either side."
Zheng Qing never thought that one day, he would just talk about a mask casually, but accidentally learned such wild knowledge related to his husband. Although it is likely to be a sensation, it feels very strange.
Hilda did not feel the boy's complicated emotions at this moment.
He is very excited now: "So, the best way to avoid Death is to not give a name. Without a name, you won't be caught in the soul. Because there are too many anonymous people staying in the attached book of Life and Death, it is difficult for Death to know who is who - this is why, some wizards with high magic power will forbid others to call their names when trying to escape death. Of course, this is a way of escape without the support of magic theory, because after you have a name, the name of the name will always follow you... From a certain perspective, Death is just a very powerful wizard. Many wizards can do it by detecting the soul through their names..."
Bang!
A black paper crane jumped out of the night and landed accurately on Hilda's shoulder. He raised his neck and pecked his ears fiercely.
The paper crane had a thin beak and a small piece of paper, and the cold voice of the wizard with a character named A came out: "The character of T disturbs the itinerary, and two more points will be deducted... If you plan to submit a three-foot-long reflection report after the mission is over, you can continue chatting."
"He spoke too, why didn't he deduct his score?" Hilda pointed at Zheng Qing in annoyed.
Paper crane glanced at the boy with a shiver with a well-behaved look on his face: "...because you are his teacher."