Hunting College - Vol 5.2 Chapter 266

When Andrew mentioned it on Tuesday night, Zheng Qing didn’t react for a while.

But after a little calculation in his sleeve, he immediately remembered the luckiest night in the whole selection process. He had drawn the Tindalosian Hound before the game that day, and then spent the entire game in a clear glass ball.

“Tuesday?”

The young public Fei Sheng glanced at his companion beside him, and his tone was a little hesitant: “…It’s almost as usual, the hunting team will gather after dinner, and there is no training… What, what happened?”

“No, no, what’s the matter.”

Andrew laughed and said, “This is the No. 1 University, it is stable and harmonious, the sunshine is peaceful, the years are quiet, what’s the matter… If something happens to the No. 1 University, it is not at my level. A wizard can handle it… Catching illegal centaurs at the North Wharf, going to the stray bar to check black market transactions, and sending young wizards in heat on the street back to school before the curfew is my level.”

What he said was very skillful and very reasonable, and the young Gong Feisheng smiled brightly, and immediately dispelled the concerns of a moment ago.

“Wandering, what’s the deal with the black market?” Zheng Qing asked smoothly.

“A lot,” the fat wizard looked at him with a smile: “such as certain magical biological materials that are prohibited from trading, such as black magic notes, and such as unauthorized trading of talismans… You know, standard talismans, like tobacco, belong to the alliance franchise.”

He held up the burnt cigarette in his hand.

The smile on the boy’s face immediately stiffened.

“Yes,” he replied dryly.

“Naturally, naturally, many young people have the idea of ​​making some extra money. People don’t care about officials. When I was young, I used to go to wandering bars to sell after-school homework for Talisman class.” Winking his eyes, suddenly, the conversation changed: “Oh, by the way, I just mentioned the second-order battle formation… Besides Bofu’s, do you have other second-order battle formations?”

Xiao Xiao had been watching from the sidelines.

At this moment, I finally couldn’t help it, and sneered: “It’s very interesting side-talking… But I want to remind you that you are looking for inside information about a regular hunting contest participant. This is illegal.”

The smile on Andrew’s face slowly faded away.

He gave the short wizard a deep look.

“Maybe.” Mr. Commissioner took out another cigarette, snapped his fingers, lit the cigarette, and his whole face was suddenly drowned in the thick smoke: “It depends on what you think, boys… Although I like hunting competitions , and I like to bet when I watch games, but I won’t ruin my career for that little hobby.”

Xiao Xiao frowned and pushed his glasses: “The second-order battle formation that You Sin currently has is only the Bofu’s battle formation, because the first practice requires the use of the relevant formation spirit blood, and all we can get is the Bofu’s blood essence. …”

“This is indeed a key point.” The commissioner of the three-pronged sword nodded thoughtfully, took half a cigarette in one breath, and then took a deep breath: “Back then, Hilda wanted to take Thomas to practice the second-order battle formation. , I’m stuck here… Otherwise, maybe your current practice teacher is me, hahaha… Where did you get your Bofu’s blood?”

This time, it was Zheng Qing who answered him.

“Qingqiu Mansion.”

The young public student had realized that this was not an ordinary ‘fan meeting’, his voice was a little nervous, and he spoke quickly: “Mr. Su of Qingqiu Mansion is our tutor for the audition. For her, a little bit of Bofu’s essence Blood is not a precious magic material.”

“But you should master the second-order battle formation before the trials, isn’t it?” Mr. Commissioner keenly caught a small contradiction and frowned: “As far as I know, this kind of battle formation is not a short period of time. You can practice mastering it in one night, right?”

“You Sin has had many contacts with Qingqiu Mansion, not just this time.”

Xiao Xiao made a patch for Zheng Qing: “Last Christmas, when we prepared the school’s pumpkin cart for the holidays, we helped at the mansion… Otherwise, Councilman Su wouldn’t easily agree to our request this time.”

“Sorry, professional habit.” The short and fat wizard took a breath of the cigarette, rubbed it, wiped the ashes from his fingers on his robe, and glanced at the classroom that was about to be emptied: “…that lady is also guilty. member, I remember her name is Jiang Yu?”

Xu is hearing his own name.

In the classroom, the witch raised her head suspiciously and glanced at the door.

Zheng Qingchong smiled at her, shook his head to indicate that he was ok, then turned to look at Andrew, his expression serious: “If you have anything, you can ask directly, you don’t need to be so bewildering, go side by side, and you don’t need to disturb every one of my team members… We Not your prisoner.”

He used honorifics.

It’s not polite, it’s rusty.

“It’s a bit like the captain of the ‘Super Hunting Team’.” The chubby Commissioner first praised Zheng Qing, and then sighed with a frown: “There is no prisoner, just chat casually… If there is anything, you guys Time for a subpoena from Den Haag…Young man, just too sensitive.”

“Really?” Zheng Qing looked at him suspiciously.

“Yes.”

Andrew nodded affirmatively, looked up at the boy, and suddenly burst out laughing: “Think of last year, the first time I saw you, you followed behind Thomas, like a little quail that had just left the nest… Now you can face this situation with sophistication. Everything…as the saying goes ‘jump on the dragon’s back and get ready for the bumps on the dragon’s back’…Wizard life is so unpredictable.”

He seems to be summing up, but also reminding.

Before Zheng Qing could regain his senses, the fat wizard waved goodbye: “Sorry for taking up too much of your time and making you smell smoke for a long time… To be honest, I don’t think you will have any trouble… But that’s what my job is – to hang around and chat with people.”

Zheng Qing doesn’t think that the work of the trigeminal sword is just ‘chatting’.

He looked at a few of his companions, all of them with serious expressions – there is nothing worse than a black eye.

“I’ll go ask my brother.” Zhang Jixin nodded and turned to leave.

“I’ll go to the editorial office of the school newspaper.” Fatty Xin was no longer in the mood to eat snacks.

Xiao Xiao patted Zheng Qing on the shoulder: “I’ll go back and burn the tortoise shell… But I’m thinking about the eucalyptus involving the three-pronged sword, even if I burn up the little tortoise shell I save, it shouldn’t matter. ”

Zheng Qing glanced at the bamboo slips in his arms.

“What’s the matter?” Jiang Yu walked out of the classroom and looked at the figures of the others leaving in surprise: “I see that you have been standing at the door for a while, why did I leave as soon as I came out… Who was that person just now? ”

“A friend who came to ask for an autograph book.”

Zheng Qing was holding the lake, stood at the window and looked down, and saw the short, chubby figure of the Trident Sword Commissioner leaving the teaching building, passing through the small garden, and finally disappearing into an unoccupied corner.

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