Vol 2 Chapter 158: Scepter Knight

"Bug?" The knife in Zheng Qing's hand paused. He raised his head and looked at his roommate, with a somewhat puzzled tone: "We ruled out this possibility yesterday? The corpse beetle does not specifically help animals dehydration kind of."
Having said that, he couldn't help but smile, and felt that he had told a very interesting topic.
But no one responded positively to this.
Zheng Qing had to give a dry cough and added: "I know that the corpse beetle gnawed the poor kappa off half of his body, but what I want to know is that before these beetles, the essence of the jade dish on the top of the kappa was soaked up. Who is the murderer who made it dry."
"Insect." Xiao Xiao repeated his answer.
His two elbows are resting on the table, his hands are superimposed, the back of his hand is resting on his chin, and he looks at the fresh sunflower newly placed on the table without focus. He speaks decisively and quickly says: "You are on patrol. I once met a crying kappa, right, what did the kappa say?"
"Squeak...yah...yah...yah!" Fatty Xin stood up suddenly, imitating the voice of Kappa with a sharp throat.
The fat cat, who was originally comfortable resting on the desk, was startled by the howling cry of ghosts, his head suddenly lifted, and his two green eyes rolled round, looking around at the source of the abnormal sound.
The little elves screamed, all hiding behind Zheng Qing.
Although the hair was terrifying, Zheng Qing unexpectedly discovered that Xin's howling scream was very similar to Kappa's speech.
But he still couldn't understand what the fat man was saying.
"It's like that." Zheng Qing smacked his tongue and commented: "It must be admitted that you have a high talent for non-human languages."
"Where?" Fatty Xin waved his hand with a humble expression: "My Kappa language has only passed Basic Level Two, and I can only speak simple greetings."
Zheng Qing opened his mouth blankly, unable to say a word.
The magical world is really a world, and it can't make people pleasantly complain.
"You just mentioned," Xiao Xiao cleared his throat, and turned the subject back: "The crying kappa said to the old school worker that his companion was dragged away by a group of bugs."
His articulation is very clear, and his expression is also very good.
Zheng Qing nodded quickly, and slowly sipped the onion soup with a spoon.
"So, since there are witnesses, the killer can only be the group of bugs." Fatty Xin hurriedly gave the final conclusion.
Zheng Qing frowned, his cheeks squirming slowly, chewing the dry bread in his mouth.
Although there is no logical problem with this guess, in the magical world, the least reliable thing is precisely the logic.
"According to you, the murderer is another group of bugs?" Zheng Qing swallowed the food in his mouth and said slowly.
Xiao Xiao still stuck his chin to look at the sunflower, without making a sound immediately.
Fatty Xin did so quickly.
"Then, here comes the problem." Zheng Qing patted the table vigorously, and woke up the fat cat who had just squinted.
Tuantuan looked angrily at the few young students who didn't know what was good or bad at the desk, shook their beards, stretched their waists, and finally rushed out of the balcony and went to clean outside the window.
"If the murderer is a bug, it is impossible for Old Verne to be unconscious." Zheng Qing snapped his fingers and said quickly: "Then what is he doing with so many traps by the lake? Don't tell me that he is really catching rabbits. ... He also said that he wanted to catch a water ghost or a fish woman. I always think that fish woman is very suspicious."
"Maybe Uncle Verne is not sure what the creature that hurt the kappa is." Xiao Xiao was silent for a moment, and analyzed: "That's why he put so many sets on the shore of Linzhong Lake."
"The fish woman is a very rare creature." Fatty Xin was obviously very interested in the other creature in the conversation: "Their blood can be equipped with more than one hundred antidote to wading spells...very, very rare."
The three first-year freshmen discussed at their desks for half an hour, but in the end they still got nothing.
"There are still too few clues." Fatty Xin stretched his waist, stood up, and finally decided to end the seminar.
"Your time is up." Xiao Xiao looked at the time and reminded: "It's a little too much now."
"No hurry, no hurry, it only takes five minutes at most to get from the dormitory to the library." Zheng Qing waved his hand, seeming to think of something, and looked around.
"Where did Dylan go?" He finally asked a depressed question for several days: "There is something I want to ask him these days, but I always can't see other people."
"What's the date today?" Xiao Xiao asked, burying his head in his notebook without lifting his head, "Lunar calendar."
"August 15." Zheng Qing suddenly realized.
"As a roommate with werewolf blood, being close to the moon and a little farther away from you is a responsible attitude towards your life." Fatty Xin patted the young Gongsheng on the shoulder, sighing.
Zheng Qing smacked his lips and suddenly became interested in the transformation of the werewolf.
Of course, in the end, he didn't have a momentary impulse to observe the difference between the werewolf on August 15 and the past.
There are more important things to do today.
Yesterday morning, he had received a letter from Jelena’s paper crane and agreed on a tuition time.
Now, he needs to pick up his makeup and try to make a good impression in front of the goddess.
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The first university is a wizarding university.
The students here come from all corners of the world.
Therefore, the campus on weekends is full of different styles and styles of clothing.
Such as the skirts of Dongtu, the saris of Tianzhu, the writings of Yingzhou, the Simachun of Athens, the Toga and Pala of Rome, the grass skirts of the natives of South Africa, the leather jackets of the Inuit people of the Arctic Ocean. As far as it can be, there are many varieties and dazzling.
Zheng Qing wore a big red robe, which stood out from these figures.
"I thought you would change into something more comfortable today." Irina looked at Zheng Qing with a smile. The sunlight fell on her white chin, which looked particularly dazzling.
She is wearing a rust-colored bohemian dress today, and the slender folds at the waist did not affect the texture of the light yarn. The big red wave draped over his shoulders, and he wore a white wide-brimmed soft hat. A delicate rose bloomed diagonally in front of the hat.
"I thought you would wear a robe in school." Zheng Qing looked around in embarrassment, his face flushed.
"The sun is too powerful today." Irina narrowed her smile, gently concealing Zheng Qing's embarrassment, clutching her hat and fanning casually.
A strong scent hits his face, making Zheng Qing feel suffocated.
"Yeah, yeah." He replied dazedly, not knowing what to say.
This state of unconsciousness reached its peak after helping Elena with tutoring for a while.
East District of Book Mountain Hall.
In front of the desk near the third floor-to-ceiling window.
A pair of young male and female students sat opposite each other.
The afternoon sun was particularly warm, falling on the body, warm, as if soaking in a bathtub.
Zheng Qing's head worked hard to maintain a stable state under the support of his arms.
However, the gravity of the earth is too strong.
Little by little, his head slid down the palm of his hand and dropped to the top of the table.
Then, suddenly awakened.
The gypsy witch on the opposite side looked at him jokingly.
"Sorry, I haven't slept well at night recently, and I always have nightmares." Zheng Qing's face was a little hot.
He rubbed his sore eyelids and wiped his cheeks, the transpiring bashfulness on his face slowly dropped a lot.
"It's okay." Irina shook her head unconsciously, and said apologetically: "I don't know you still need to patrol last night..."
"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter." Zheng Qing preemptively expressed his attitude: "It is my honor to be able to help you with Talismanology."
The young gypsy witch bit her lip and lowered her head.
Zheng Qing took a deep breath, regained his spirits, flipped through the copy of Mankiw's "Principles of Rune Construction", and pondered the direction of the next step of intensive learning.
Then, a white and slender hand reached out to his eyes.
There was a tarot card between his fingers.
Zheng Qing curiously took over the card and turned it over.
Scepter knight.
Even in the dim interior ~EbookFREE.me~ the crystal gems inlaid on this card are blooming with brilliance.
Zheng Qing raised his head.
"For you," Elena flashed big eyes and looked at him, adding: "This card is also a talisman... As long as you pray for a few minutes before going to bed every day, this talisman can protect you from nightmares. . It’s the method my teacher taught me when I was young, and it was very effective."
Zheng Qing showed a happy smile on his face, but he still shook his head reluctantly.
"No." His tone was not so decisive: "Since it has been with you for so long, it must be precious to you... and a deck of cards is incomplete if it is missing one."
"One deck is missing one card, and there are still seventy-seven cards." Jelena interrupted Zheng Qing, and her little white hand shook in front of his eyes: "This is as Shuyu you helped me with tuition... if If you refuse, then I must be ashamed to continue to trouble you."
Upon hearing this, Zheng Qing immediately grabbed the tarot card.
After a big deal, I bought her a gift when I turned around. The young public student felt the temperature on the talisman and thought with joy.