Vol 3 Chapter 58: Davasili, cheers!

The third plenary meeting of the Knights of Eugene on Thursday night lasted a long time.
As the society is about to be formally established, this topic has gradually deviated from the pre-determined direction of the host, and has been expanding and extending.
The group members’ discussion ranged from how to participate in the school’s moon hunting activities, and slowly expanded to whether to set up a special hunting team, then the hunting team manager, whether to go to Beta Town to sponsor, flower sperm and siren Which of the cheerleaders is more affordable.
In the end, everyone's discussion even began to include whether to order the same cloak uniform, where to customize the knight's badge, whether to invite other students to participate, and so on.
The clarification of the failure before the start of the meeting did not affect the mood of the Lord of the Knights-of course, at the beginning, he was indeed a little depressed-he used his neat lower letters on a large piece of silk paper Listed the to-do list of the club for nearly a month, and then everyone at the meeting divided the work and received the corresponding tasks.
There is naturally no compensation.
In the eyes of the stingy head, it is a very compassionate thing not to charge these contracted workers for team building. Whoever dares to raise remuneration is simply ‘unjust a son of man’.
"Tonight's fruit, barbecue, green bee, and amber light are all open for supply!" The head of the group and Yan Yueshen persuaded the wine and encouraged: "Who can get one more task... is responsible for giving the club every week The federation submits a weekly work report?"
Zhang Jixin turned his head and looked at it, and raised Xiao Xiao's soft arm.
"I'm next on behalf of the doctor!" he yelled.
"Okay!" Zheng Qing slapped the table vigorously: "Encourage everyone!"
There was a mess of applause in the dormitory.
"This is the strength of friendship and enthusiasm!" At the end of the speech at the end of the meeting, the head of the Knights shouted with a red face: "Intensonel, it will definitely come true!"
Then, he raised the amber light in the cup and shouted hoarsely: "Davasili, cheers!"
"For friendship!" Fatty Xin howled.
"For enthusiasm!" Zhang Jixin blushed and turned black.
"For faith!" Dylan yelled and waved his arms, the two delicate cufflinks on his sleeves were long gone.
"...Cheers!" Ling Guo looked at the clear water in his cup with a bit of disappointment, then turned and glanced at Xiao Xiao: "What did the head of Xiongnar say?"
"Xiongnar?" The smile on Xiao Xiao's face froze. After a while, he answered dryly: "Oh, it is a magical creature raised by the Inuit, made with polar bears... rare... ...Very rare..."
"You are amazing!" The little wizard looked at the doctor with envy: "When will I be as good as you..."
"When you are drunk too." Xiao Xiao whispered, and suddenly laughed silly.
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The party lasted until late at night.
Zheng Qing can't even remember how much alcohol they drank in total-these living materials were bought at the wandering bar with his gold card and it was extremely cheap-until Friday morning when he got up, the headache of hangover still plagued the 403 dorm all members.
Yes, all members.
Dylan did not leave the dormitory in the end. Perhaps the wildness in the werewolf’s blood infected him, and the nobleman under the moon after being contaminated with alcohol appeared extraordinarily unrestrained, so that when cleaning, the elves had to call the fat cat to help and push Mr. Vampire werewolf into his coffin. in.
"I just want to know if you had any pictures yesterday." In the alchemy class on Friday morning, Zheng Qingqiang held his eyelids and asked some people next to him weakly: "I kind of forgot what the blue look like..."
Xiao Xiao's face was pale, and her lips were pale, as if she had applied a layer of powder.
He pursed his mouth tightly and shook his head without making a sound.
Fatty Xin is worse than him.
From entering the classroom until the formal class, he has been lying on the desk, motionless.
If it were not for the slight ups and downs of his shoulders, it would make people suspect that he had died suddenly in the classroom.
That is, Professor Tesla asked his graduate students to attend classes, and the discipline of alchemy in the classroom has always been relatively loose. Change to the classroom of any other professor, if the fat man dared to have this attitude, he would have been trained by those masters to look like eighteen.
"Lan Ting didn't drink, he and Little Monk Shi Yuan and Lin Guo both drank water." Zhang Jixin turned his head and replied.
Zheng Qing looked at the red-faced boy enviously, and suddenly had no idea about the other three guys' lack of loyalty.
Among all the hangovers, perhaps only Zhang Jixin is in a normal state today. I don't know if it is because the blushing can really drink.
Time flies quickly in malaise.
As soon as my eyes were closed and opened, the day passed unconsciously.
After a day of uninterrupted naps, Zheng Qing's mental state finally reached its peak before going to bed at night.
"It must be okay." He sat in his tent, holding the ampoule containing the transformation potion in the palm of his hand, and secretly cheered up: "Break it off, stir it, and lose it in one mouthful. It will be a good one tomorrow... Good fate!"
He shook his head vigorously, trying to shake away the images of various weird bugs, mollusks, and abnormal creatures in his mind.
"Calm...innerpeace...breathe..." Zheng Qing sat cross-legged, stretched out his hand to pull out the Chapter Seven or Eight Meditation Symbol from the gray cloth bag, and patted the bed full without blinking.
About to deform, he had to be cautious.
After two days of hard work in the library, he knew that the inner world during the transformation had a great influence on the host's final form. It was mentioned more than once in those thick deformation references that an old wizard in Namibia accidentally watched the health education film of the island country before transforming, and was shocked by the heart, and eventually turned into a caterpillar.
Although becoming a bug is very rare and very rare.
But Zheng Qing didn't want to have such an achievement at all.
He could not imagine how a creature with an incomplete neuronal system would accommodate his ‘large and rich’ soul.
"Snapped!"
The head of the ampoule was broken off by Zheng Qing.
The young public servant took a glass of warm milk from the elf and poured the potion into it.
Until the last drop disappeared, Zheng Qing put down his aching arm, took the glass rod, and stirred patiently.
"What are you doing?" Fatty Xin asked with some confusion outside the tent.
"Oh, drink some milk... after a hangover is good for your body." Zheng Qing calmly lied.
He did not tell the roommates that he planned to transform tonight.
Although according to the professor and the information, transformation in the modern sense is not a very dangerous spell~EbookFREE.me~, but the curiosity of wizards is always endless.
Zheng Qing couldn't stop other people from staying in front of his bed all night, watching the melting of his bones and the reorganization of his flesh and blood.
That kind of situation makes people shudder to think about it.
"You must have a good dream." The young public-sponsored student muttered to himself, holding up the warm milk in his glass, and drank it in one go.
Then he rinsed his mouth and went straight into the bed.
"Have a good dream." He muttered in a low voice, holding a bleak tarot card in his hand.
A scepter knight card.
This was the blessing that Jelena gave him a long time ago. Although the above blessings have almost been exhausted, Zheng Qing has always firmly stuffed it under his pillow.
Perhaps this persistence played a role.
He soon fell asleep.