The excitement involving the level of a diplomatic accident is no longer something that a few young wizards can participate in.
Zheng Qing and others did not continue to pay attention to whether the Duocheng people finally found their lost children in the forest goods market and the development of subsequent events.
Taking into account the large number of onlookers and the risk of uncontrollable magical battles that may occur at any time, and the fact that it was almost lunch time, the three wizards briefly discussed and decisively gave up their plans to continue shopping and temporarily left the forest goods market.
Of course, for the sake of convenience, they did not go too far. They just looked for a clean restaurant next to the market, planning to rest for a while and wait for the crowds to leave before entering the market to purchase again.
Lunch was very simple. Zheng Qing ordered three portions of egg fried rice for everyone, plus two plates of side dishes, one celery and bean curd sticks, and one cold cucumber. The drink was big leaf tea that was open in the store.
This simple lunch made the fat man frown greatly.
"It's better to be careful when you go out. It's right to be ordinary and low-key." Zheng Qing took a spoonful of fried rice with a spoon, stuffed it into his mouth, and consoled him: "When you go back, you can buy whatever you want to eat.
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"This is Phuket Island, less than a kilometer away from the gate of the First University... Are there really some blind little thieves who would cause trouble for us?" The fat man tugged on the loose robe on his body and pulled out the shiny necklace.
The school badge is displayed more eye-catchingly.
Zheng Qing caught the envious looks from some of the people around him and felt that he was making a bit too much fuss.
"If you insist." He nodded reluctantly, but then emphasized: "You must finish the meal you have ordered. For other snacks, you can have some according to your appetite."
Fatty Xin patted his belly nonchalantly.
"If you can't eat it, stuff it into your watch." He showed off his wrist to Zheng Qing. The watch that was both a timer and a storage device was hanging securely on his wrist.
Soon, the small dining table was filled with the fat man’s new order of fried chicken, beef soup, braised pork belly and other various delicacies. After Zheng Qing and Xiao Xiao insisted on eating a few more spoonfuls of egg fried rice, they gave up their low profile and started eating.
The fat man happily gnawed the pig's trotters together.
It is an old rule to eat and sleep without speaking, but for energetic young people, this rule seems a bit too rigid. Especially after seeing a living alien just now, everyone has enough to talk about.
"Do you think it's true that a dark wizard stole the children of the Duohu people?" Zheng Qing held a pig's trotter and patiently gnawed the flesh on the bones while asking curiously: "The children of the Duohu people
Aren't children's brains not fully developed yet? How can they tell the difference? Also, are there really wizards who would do experiments on humans?"
Fatty Xin picked up a cup of big-leaf tea and took a sip. It felt really good to drink this tea after eating greasy food.
"Whether it was really stolen by the dark wizard, I dare not guarantee it." Fatty smacked his lips and added: "But since I was a child, I have often heard that a child in a family was disobedient and was captured and disemboweled by the dark wizard.
The story of tripe, soaked in formalin.”
"I've also heard stories about children being picked up from garbage dumps." Zheng Qing complained: "Are you embarrassed to tell such stories about lying to children?"
Fatty Xin's face turned a little red. He immediately picked up a new pig's trotter and began to chew it silently.
Next to him, Xiao Xiao, who had eaten Fatty's snacks, spoke up in time to help him out: "Mainly news involving aliens, except for some positive, positive news that has passed censorship, other news will rarely be spread...
It seems that the alliance has an unwritten rule that prohibits the spread of this information."
Zheng Qing's eyes wandered between the fried chicken nuggets and braised ham, and he subconsciously asked: "Why ban it? Is it for the sake of both parties' face, or to protect those aliens?"
"As I said, it's an unwritten rule... In fact, I'm not sure if there is such a rule." Dr. Xiao Da picked a chicken nugget, stuffed it into his mouth, and said vaguely: "But in my opinion,
Banning the spread of alien information should be the common choice of those families and forces at the top of the wizarding world."
"After all, even in the magical world, information is a very precious resource. Every piece of unknown information represents huge benefits."
"Human beings are already extremely selfish creatures, and wizards are even more so. And the resources of this world are limited after all. Those aliens, every race, has enough interests behind them."
"It's such a cold reality." Zheng Qing finally chose to scoop up a small bowl of beef soup and started to drink it.
"It's just a compromise." Xiao Xiao chewed chicken nuggets and seemed a little distracted: "The wizards have enough enemies outside... From the demons of the old world to the natives of the new world, from illusion to reality, from ancient times to the present,
Even in the future... wizards will have enough enemies to deal with. There is no need to stir up internal conflicts for some modest interests. This is not in the common interest of all wizards."
Zheng Qing didn't like hearing such depressing negative comments.
He was holding a small bowl of beef soup and turned his eyes to his neighbor.
There, a chubby wizard was sitting lazily on a chair with his head raised, his mouth wide open, and green elves the size of bees were holding forks in and out of his mouth.
"What is that guy doing?" He tugged at the corner of Dr. Xiao's robe.
Xiao Xiao frowned and took a careful look at the place where Zheng Qing had pulled his robe. He found that there was no oil stain on it, so he raised his head and glanced at the next table.
"Oh, Teeth Picking Elf." He replied briefly, turning his attention back to the food in front of him.
"No need, you can't afford it." Fatty Xin curled his lips, raised his greasy index finger and waved it in front of Zheng Qing's eyes: "Dentists, lawyers and housekeepers are not services that poor people like us can enjoy at will.
...Those teeth-picking elves have a shorter lifespan than mayflies, only a few hours, but their price is more expensive than normal green elves."
At this point, the fat man seemed to remember something, and added in a slightly nostalgic tone: "But it's really comfortable for them to pick teeth...and very clean. It's much better than the small bamboo sticks and toothbrushes we use."
Zheng Qing felt that he did not need to emphasize this point again.
Just look at the expression of enjoyment on the face of the fat wizard sitting next to you, and you will know.
"It's such a bad world." The young public-funded student muttered and sighed.
He himself couldn't figure out whether he was sad for the short lives of those teeth-picking elves, or whether he was worried about the obvious gap between different classes in the wizarding world.