"Are there any barbecue stalls in the forest goods market?"
Fatty Xin, who had just thrown away the chicken bones and looked out the window in boredom, suddenly sniffed and asked his companions with interest: "I wonder if it is a barbecue of game in the forest? Why didn't you see it just now...Are you full?
Do you want to go and see it together?"
Zheng Qing looked at the small pile of clean chicken bones in front of the fat man with an expressionless face, and resisted the desire to complain.
But he still followed Fatty Xin's gaze and looked out the window.
I saw a curl of green smoke rising from the previously peaceful forest products market. The smoke was green and gray, forming a pillar, like a towering bamboo, inserted straight into the gray-white sky above the market.
In the sky.
Zheng Qing frowned.
Although Fatty said it was the smoke from the barbecue stall, he always felt that something was not right.
"No, that's not the smoke from the barbecue stall." Compared with Zheng Qing, Xiao Xiao's answer was much more certain. He also looked out the window and his tone was very calm: "That's the smoke column accompanying the fire."
As if to annotate the doctor's answer, several violent explosions suddenly came from the originally peaceful forest goods market, shaking the glass windows of the hotel and buzzing.
Looking over the market again, from a distance, the lights of the fire have begun to overshadow the color of the sun and taint the color of the sky.
Vaguely, there seemed to be a few beast roars coming out.
Zheng Qing took a deep breath, put his hands on the table, and stood up suddenly.
On normal days, his behavior would definitely attract everyone's attention. But now, compared with other customers in the store, the actions of the young government-funded student were very peaceful and quiet.
After the explosion, the girls sitting by the window covered their heads and screamed. The witch with a thin voice and a pointed chin was a little calmer, shaking her hands and throwing out an amulet.
Include a few of them.
The couple diagonally behind them were a little confused. The young wizard was still holding the witch in his arms. It seemed that he had just finished speaking love words and looked blankly out the window, with a hint of irritation in his expression. This made Zheng Qing feel extremely admired.
The fat man sitting diagonally in front of the table of Zheng Qing and others - the customer who was enjoying the service of the Teeth Picking Elf - was not so lucky. He was the only customer in the store who was affected and bleeding.
To be precise, he was splashed with the blood of the toothpicking elf.
When the explosion sound suddenly came, the fat guest's chin trembled and he closed his mouth forcefully. Then his throat squirmed, as if he had swallowed a mouthful of saliva. When he opened his mouth again in panic, except for a piece of residue on his teeth,
Apart from the light green blood stains, the elves who had just worked so hard had disappeared without a trace.
Zheng Qing felt his stomach turning in his stomach.
"They are different from the elves you raised. For example, they are like the difference between humans and monkeys." Xiao Xiao was keenly aware of the change in Zheng Qing's face and comforted softly: "If you think about it differently, those little things are from
Those grown in the soil are similar to jujubes and apricots... In fact, according to the introduction in the Wizard's Encyclopedia, their flesh and blood also have a similar fragrance, just to prevent similar accidental ingestion."
The doctor's explanation made Zheng Qing feel a little better.
But only a little bit.
When he saw those teeth-picking elves tremblingly entering his big mouth again under the command of the fat guest, he still couldn't suppress the feeling of nausea. He turned his face forcibly and tried hard to forget this scene.
It’s not that his love has spread to cross-racial boundaries. For example, if you see someone abusing cats and dogs before, it will always arouse a certain degree of empathy in people. Similar to the slaughter industry, slaughtering and killing animals is work, and cruelty is...
Abnormal. He felt like he could never understand why anyone could enjoy dishes like Sanzhier.
Less leisurely talk.
Unlike Zheng Qing's previous encounters, where the Three-Chased Sword or similar responsible agencies were belatedly arrived, today their response was very swift - or rather, it was not them, but him.
"Beta Town Sheriff's Department!"
"Beta Town Sheriff's Department! Everyone put your hands on the table and don't take out the Dharma books!"
"I am the security patrol captain of the North District of Beta Town, Robert Lee... Don't get excited, everyone! Sit in your seat first, stay quiet, and wait for follow-up instructions!"
After several explosions were heard, the customer who had just walked in and ordered a Crucible Frog, whom the landlady called ‘Lao Li’, yelled to stop the sudden noise in the restaurant.
At the same time, he took out a law enforcement certificate from his robe, raised it high, and showed it to the surroundings.
The silver-white badge of the Beta Town Sheriff's Department shines in the sun.
The light green halo of meditation also flashed with the display of the badge, and the originally panicked guests in the hotel gradually calmed down. Only the aftershocks of the explosion lingered between the windows, leaving a faint buzz.
After the guests calmed down, they looked uneasily at the patch of red above the forest products market outside the window, which seemed to foreshadow a bad omen, and all fell silent.
As we all know, some alien envoys from many tribes just walked into the forest products market.
But now, a huge explosion was heard in the forest goods market.
Abnormal thoughts will arise in anyone's heart. After the noise, there was a burst of whispers in the store. Every customer was whispering about what happened in the forest commodity market.
"Captain Li, would you like to put away my Dharma book as well?" the hotel proprietress patted the slightly oil-stained Dharma book under her hand and asked with a smile.
The patrol leader of the Public Security Bureau turned around and smiled bitterly: "Don't cause trouble!"
The landlady rolled her eyes.
"So, your meal will be postponed again, right." She stuffed her Dharma book back into the drawer under the bar and pouted: "But don't worry, a frog that's been skinned and put into a pot can't jump.
Let’s go.”
"Alas," Robert E. Lee put away his law enforcement certificate in annoyance and complained: "Damn those people, they won't come early, they won't come late... Seal my frog in the crucible and wait for me to come back and get it after I finish my work.
.”
"No problem." The abacus beads in the landlady's hand crackled: "Three silver cents, accounting or cash?"
"Old rules, remember first." Robert Lee waved his hand, then glanced worriedly in the direction of the forest commodity market, hesitated again and again, and finally made up his mind and looked at the guests in the hotel: "Are there any registered hunters here?
No level limit, just a registered hunter."
There was silence in the store.
Wherever he looked, whether it was the witch by the window, the couple, or the fat wizard using the tooth picker, they all shook their heads.
This is not surprising. After all, registered hunters are considered elite in the wizarding world. Most registered hunters are either working hard in the new world or training in hunting grounds. Few of them will sit idle and go to the North District Road.
Eat at the small restaurant nearby.
Before the disappointment on the patrol leader's face completely faded, a raised arm appeared in his eyes.
"Can I be a quasi-registered hunter?" Fatty Xin shook his hands vigorously in mid-air, his face glowing with excitement about catching big news: "Our hunting team won first place in the school's last freshman competition.