The Rat Immortal grabbed his short beard, stared at the newspaper spread out on the coffee table, looked at the nervous young wizard in the photo, and asked softly: "Or, why him?"
"who is he?"
The wandering wizard repeated the question of the Mouse Fairy, and then laughed in a low voice. The laughter became louder and louder, making the whole room buzz, and the light bugs hanging on the vines seemed to
The leaves after the heavy rain fell to the ground with crackling sounds.
The Rat Immortal frowned, sat up a little straighter, bulging his belly, and looked quietly at the old wizard opposite.
"He is both a nightmare and a hope; a demon and an angel; he is the incarnation of Satan, coming to sow the seeds of fear in the world; he is a child of Yahweh, praying for the dawn of peace for all living beings."
At this point, the wandering wizard stopped, looked at the Rat Immortal, and said softly: "Besides, he still has a way."
"A way?" The Rat Immortal keenly grasped the hidden meaning behind the words of the wandering wizard, and his little eyes widened: "He? That first-year student? He has a way?"
"He is that way." The Wandering Wizard corrected the Mouse Immortal's wording, suddenly smiled, raised the wine glass in his hand, and added: "Oh, by the way, he is also a gold card member of the Wandering Bar."
The Rat Fairy turned a deaf ear to the proud words behind the wandering wizard.
Its fat body leaned forward hard, which seemed a little laborious, and then it took out a single eye from somewhere, placed it on the bridge of its pointed nose, pointed it at the little man on the newspaper, and murmured in its mouth
, repeatedly chanting: "...It's incredible, so amazing... Could this be the principal's last work?... He looks like a completely ordinary student."
In the newspapers and photos, the young wizard standing on the podium was helpless. He became more and more nervous as he was stared at by the Rat Fairy. In the end, he simply hid his whole head behind the speech - this is different from many people who turned around when they were in a bad mood.
The guy outside the photo looks a little more responsible.
"An ordinary student can't get the identity of the Major Arcana. Even if the people who do the preliminary screening with the magic wand are blind, the professors' joint meeting who does the final review are not stupid." The wandering wizard took a sip of 'Golden Years' and stared at it.
As those golden stars in the wine glass slipped into his mouth, he smacked his lips and said with satisfaction: "This bottle of wine tastes really great, you shouldn't waste it."
The Rat Immortal reached out to push away the wine glass in front of him, put down his glasses, and looked up at the wandering wizard.
"How did you know this kind of news?" Its expression was a bit serious, but because of the many wrinkles on its face, this seriousness was diluted a lot.
But even so, it cannot conceal the acuteness of the questions it raises.
The wandering wizard chuckled in a low voice and did not directly answer the Mouse Immortal's question. He just said vaguely: "As we said before...since there can be monsters, there can be creatures under the moon, and there can be dark wizards in the parliament,
, why can't there be a white wizard? The darkness of the Dark Parliament is not limited to the darkness we are in."
"Unexpected, but reasonable." Mouse Immortal commented briefly.
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"Yeah, yeah, what an unexpected situation!"
The black-haired young man wearing a pink polo shirt and blue-and-white patterned beach pants opened a newspaper wide, held it in the air, and shouted: "Look, look, the First University Professors' Joint Conference has issued a warning to Aka."
The reaction to the list - No comment! Hey, this is a resounding slap to those uncrowned kings!"
On the empty deck, except for Harry's shouting, there was no other movement.
The banshee statue at the bow of the ship couldn't even move her eyelids except for her hair, so she naturally wouldn't agree to Harry's words. The bald man hanging on the main mast was always in a dying state and had no extra energy. There was also someone sitting on the side of the ship fishing.
The blond young man looked like an old monk in meditation, and he was obviously not interested in the topic of the black-haired young man.
As for the captain or ship spirit, except for sailing the ship, reefing the sails, or giving other orders, they rarely appear on the deck at other times.
In the entire Mist, perhaps only the new cook who joined not long ago would be a little interested in Harry's topic.
Harry shouted so loudly, and he was really teasing Nikita.
"Thump thump thump thump!"
A series of rapid sounds of high-heeled shoes came from the cabin on the side, and soon a charming face poked its head out from inside.
The sunlight outside the cabin is a bit dazzling.
Nikita reached out and brushed the hair away from her ears, raised her hands to put up the awning, and looked around.
"New newspaper?" she shouted: "If you don't want an extra layer of fly jam or a few drops of wood flea juice on your afternoon tea snack, it'd better be numb..."
Before she finished speaking, a pink figure suddenly appeared in front of the banshee.
"Hey, hey, if you have something to say, please say it carefully. Don't threaten others with snacks." Harry squinted his scarlet eyes, looked at the cook outfit the banshee was wearing, and added: "You will never look like this."
There’s no chance of landing.”
"Uh-huh." Nikita let out a disdainful breath, snatched the newspaper from Harry's hand, and then read the report at a glance.
"Speaking of which, you have become a monster in the wizard's mouth. Why do you still care about that Arcana?" Harry put his head in his hands and paced back and forth beside the banshee leisurely, walking from the deck to the bulkhead of the ship.
Go up, and then step into the void again. The whole person rotates 360 degrees as leisurely as the hands of a watch, but it does not appear abrupt at all.
It was as if there was an invisible path under his feet.
"It sounds like you don't bet on hunting games." Nikita glanced sideways at the black-haired young man and mocked.
"It's different, it's different," Harry waved his hands repeatedly and denied: "The chips I bought are completely opposite to those of wizards... Being able to earn shiny jade coins from wizards is the biggest provocation to all wizards.
"
This time, Nikita didn't answer.
It wasn't that she thought what Harry said made sense, but that she noticed certain wordings in the newspaper reports.
"Hmm... what does 'the school opposes any organization or individual making irresponsible remarks on the rating report issued by an independent third-party agency, nor will it make any comments on those organizations or individuals who make irresponsible remarks',"
Banshee repeated the official announcement in the newspaper, her eyebrows raised high: "If I remember correctly, didn't a newspaper say before that the list of Arcana is only selected after being reviewed by the joint meeting of professors of the First University?
Announced...can this be considered an independent third-party organization?"
"Maybe this is the legendary cover-up?" The black-haired young man stood upside down in the void, with the back of his head almost touching the forehead of the banshee. However, the amazing thing was that neither his clothes nor his hair fell down with gravity.
Instead, it still points smoothly to the sky.
It seemed that for him, the sky and the earth were completely reversed at this moment.