Chapter 44: Wounded elf

"Each of the'Great Arcana' has its own title. For example, for the first ranked Arcana, the corresponding title is'The Fool', the second corresponding title is'Magician', and the third corresponding title is 'Priestess'. Each of the twenty-two Grand Arcanas has its own unique title."
"And'Little Arcana' is divided into four major sequences according to different colleges. Nine colleges belong to the'scepter sequence'; Alpha Academy belongs to the'star coin sequence'; Atlas Academy belongs to the'Holy Grail sequence'; The academy belongs to the'Sword Sequence'. In addition to the sequence of sequence 1 to sequence ten, each sequence also has four special sequences of'king, queen, knight, attendant'."
　　 "Although the list changes every year, some positions remain basically the same." Xiao Xiao said, drawing a few horizontal lines in his notebook and pushing it to Zheng Qing.
"For example, the top three in'Greater Arcana' belong to our great principal and two vice-principals. The king in'Little Arcana' must belong to the student council chairperson of the corresponding college. These positions and corresponding identities Matching will hardly change, which is a kind of convention."
　　 Zheng Qing looked at the nouns and order listed in Xiao Xiao's notebook, and recalled what he had just explained.
"Just now they mentioned that the brother of the wild demon in Damingfang is in the seventh star coin sequence. That is to say, he is a small Arcana, selected in the'list of people with special influence on Alpha', and ranked seventh. That means it." Zheng Qing concluded.
　　 Li Meng nodded repeatedly, revealing an expression that can be taught by a child.
　　 "Strange, I clearly remember the fat guy saying that his brother was a student at Atlas." Zheng Qing stared at Xiao Xiao's notebook, muttered softly, scratching his hair.
　　 He felt that his mind was now a mess.
　　 Across the table, Xiao Xiao raised his eyebrows, and picked up the orange juice in front of him.
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　　 The silver-white curtains are rolled up high. Outside the window, there is a sea of ​​clouds rolling endlessly. The pale golden sunlight shines through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows and casts it on the floor of the restaurant, as if it has given a layer of orange glaze to the floor.
　　 A green elf stepped on this layer of glaze and ran in fear on the smooth floor, making a scream. The pair of transparent wings on her back seemed to be rubbed vigorously with her hands, and the folds were broken.
　　 In the cafeteria, the students walked back and forth at will, no one paid attention to this tiny fellow at his feet. Until she ran into a little fox who was walking around.
　　 The fox rubbed her face with her pink nose, and looked at her curiously.
　　 The little elf stopped, hesitated, stretched out his slender hand and scratched the little fox's ears.
　　 The fox narrowed his eyes comfortably.
　　 The little elf jumped onto the fox's back and buried himself in its soft fur.
　　……
　　 Most of the lunch time has passed. Adhering to the principle of supporting the wall in and out, Zheng Qing and his colleagues insisted on sitting at the table, waiting for the food in their stomachs to digest a little.
　　 On the dining table, the feathery snow-white pigeon cooed, picking up the fragrant rice from the palm of the owner's hand. The old tortoise shrank in his own shell and refused to appear no matter how Xiao Xiao teased him.
　　 In order to let their pets eat more, their owners also fight.
　　 Zheng Qing leaned lazily on the sofa and rubbed his stomach.
　　Eating too full is a bit bad, but it is not convenient for activities. Zheng Qing felt that he had to lean on this sofa before getting off the plane.
　　 "Where is your fox?" Li Meng kicked him across the dining table: "There are still a few veal steaks, just stuff it into his stomach."
　　 Zheng Qing wiped his greasy mouth with a tissue, put his fingers in his mouth, and gave a loud whistle. In his throat, a greasy burp followed the whistle.
　　 He closed his mouth quickly.
　　 Not far away, the little fox ran back from the crowd.
　　 "Little bunny, where did you go!"
　　 Zheng Qing grabbed the fox's top leather and hugged it into his arms.
　　 Then he spotted the little elf shivering on the fox's back.
　　 "A little elf here is injured!" he shouted at Xiao Xiao.
　　 Li Meng dropped the white dove that was eating in his hand, jumped off the sofa and squeezed over: "Let me see, let me see! I can heal, let me try!"
　　 Pigeon Xiaobai made an angry cooing sound behind her.
　　……
"Although the stubborn wizard will not respect life like alchemy creatures, he will not do such boring things." Xiao Xiao pulled away Poseidon's fur and looked at the injured elf carefully, with a serious expression: "This little thing The bruises on the wings are obviously man-made."
　　 The little elf seemed to have been greatly frightened. He tightly grabbed the long hair around Poseidon's neck, buried his head in it, trembling, and resolutely refused to let go.
　　 Li Meng turned out a white feather from his Xiaokun bag and stroked the little guy lovingly.
　　 Pigeon Xiaobai stood on Poseidon's head, muttering dissatisfiedly.
　　 The little monk Shi Yuan silently twisted his rosary, sat cross-legged in front of Poseidon, praying for the elf.
　　 "It shouldn't be a dangerous element." Zheng Qing felt that the atmosphere was a little dull~EbookFREE.me~ and comforted: "Could it be a prank by any kid? This elf just got a little bit of wing injury."
　　 "But the question is, where did the other elves go?" Xiao Xiao raised his head and looked at the entire restaurant carefully.
　　 Zheng Qing was speechless. He realized then that he hadn't seen hordes of elves dancing in the restaurant for a long time.
　　 He glanced at the dining table not far away, and many empty dishes were still placed there; on the surrounding tables, the used tableware was mixed with cold leftovers and looked messy.
　　 "Your question makes me have an ominous premonition." Zheng Qing frowned, and pulled out a small gray cloth pocket from his arms. He clearly remembered that Li Meng had just sneezed and squirted a little juice before, and several elves rushed up in a panic to clean her up.
　　 "The smell of the elf is so familiar." Li Meng originally buried his head on Poseidon's back, quietly comforting the injured elf. Suddenly raised his head and looked at other people: "You hear it, as if you have seen it somewhere."
　　 "Not a poodle," she added.
　　 Zheng Qing smiled reluctantly, leaned over and sniffed.
　　 He stood up and sniffed.
　　 There is indeed a familiar fragrance on the broken wing tips of the elf.
　　 "It's the flight attendant." He glanced at Li Meng with certainty, and said: "When she checked us before, I was relatively close, and it tasted exactly the same."
　　 Li Meng coughed ambiguously twice and looked at him narrowly.
　　 "There may be some misunderstanding in this." Zheng Qing pretended not to see Li Meng's smiling face, and turned to look at the other two companions: "Would you like to go over and ask?"
　　 He pointed to the flight attendant lounge not far away.