Monster Hunting High School

The excitement involving the level of a diplomatic accident is no longer something that a few young wizards can participate in.

Zheng Qing and others did not continue to pay attention to whether the Duocheng people finally found their lost children in the forest goods market and the development of subsequent events.

Taking into account the large number of onlookers and the risk of uncontrollable magical battles that may occur at any time, and the fact that it was close to dinner time, the three wizards briefly discussed and decisively gave up their plans to continue shopping and temporarily left the forest goods market.

Of course, for the sake of convenience, they didn't go too far. They just looked for a clean restaurant next to the market, planning to rest for a while and wait for the crowd to leave before going in to buy again.

Lunch was very simple. Zheng Qing ordered three portions of egg fried rice for everyone, plus two plates of side dishes, one with celery and beancurd sticks, and one with cucumber salad. The drink is large leaf tea served open in the store.

This simple lunch made the fat man frown.

"It's better to be careful when you go out. It's right to be ordinary and low-key." Zheng Qing took a spoonful of fried rice with a spoon, stuffed it into his mouth, and consoled him: "When you go back, you can buy whatever you want to eat. "

"This is Phuket Island, less than a kilometer away from the gate of the First University... Are there really some blind little thieves who would cause trouble for us?" The fat man tugged on his loose robe and pulled out the shiny The school badge is displayed more eye-catchingly.

Zheng Qing caught the envious looks from some of the people around him and felt that he was making a bit too much fuss.

"If you insist." He nodded reluctantly, but then emphasized: "You must finish the meal you have ordered. For other snacks, you can get some according to your appetite."

Fatty Xin patted his belly nonchalantly.

"If you can't eat it, stuff it into your watch." He showed off his wrist to Zheng Qing. The watch that was both a timer and a storage device was hanging securely on his wrist.

Soon, the small dining table was filled with the fat man's new order of fried chicken, beef soup, braised pork belly and other various foods. After Zheng Qing and Xiao Xiao insisted on eating a few more spoons of egg fried rice, they gave up their low profile and happily gnawed the pig's trotters with the fat man.

It is an old rule to eat without talking or sleep without speaking, but for energetic young people, this rule seems a bit too rigid. Especially since we just saw a living alien, everyone had enough to talk about.

"Do you think it's true that a dark wizard stole the children of the Duohu people?" Zheng Qing held a pig's trotter in his hands and patiently gnawed the skin on the bones while asking curiously: "The children of the Duohu people The child's brain is not fully developed yet, how can they tell? Also, are there really wizards who do experiments on humans?"

Fatty Xin picked up a cup of big leaf tea and took a sip happily. It feels really good to drink this tea after eating something greasy.

"Whether it was really stolen by the dark wizard, I dare not guarantee it." The fat man smacked his lips and added: "But since I was a child, I have often heard that a child in a certain family was disobedient and was captured and disemboweled by the dark wizard. Belly, the story of soaking in formalin.”

"I've also heard stories about children being picked up from garbage dumps." Zheng Qing complained: "Are you too embarrassed to tell such stories about lying to children?"

Fatty Xin's face turned red. He immediately picked up a new pig's trotter and began to chew it silently.

Next to him, Xiao Xiao, who had eaten Fatty's snacks, spoke up in time to help him out: "Mainly news involving aliens, except for some positive, positive, censored news, other news will rarely be spread... It seems that the league has an unwritten rule that prohibits the spread of this information. "

Zheng Qing's eyes wandered between the fried chicken nuggets and braised ham, and he subconsciously asked: "Why ban it? Is it for the sake of both parties' face, or to protect those aliens?"

"As I said, it's an unwritten rule... In fact, I'm not sure if there is such a rule." Dr. Xiao Da picked a chicken nugget, stuffed it into his mouth, and said vaguely: "But in my opinion, Banning the spread of alien information should be the common choice of those families and forces at the top of the wizarding world."

"After all, even in the magical world, information is a very precious resource. Every piece of unknown information represents huge benefits."

"Human beings are already extremely selfish creatures, and wizards are even more so. And the resources of this world are limited after all. Those aliens, every race, has enough interests behind them."

"It's such a cold reality." Zheng Qing finally chose to scoop up a small bowl of beef soup and started to drink it.

"It's just a compromise." Xiao Xiao chewed chicken nuggets and seemed a little distracted: "The wizards have enough enemies outside... From the demons in the old world to the natives in the new world, from illusion to reality, from ancient times to the present, Even in the future... there are enough enemies for the wizards to deal with. There is no need to stir up internal conflicts for some small and medium-sized interests. This is not in the common interest of all wizards."

Zheng Qing didn't like hearing such depressing negative comments.

He was holding a small bowl of beef soup and turned his eyes to his neighbor.

There, a chubby wizard was sitting lazily on a chair with his head raised, his mouth wide open, and green elves the size of bees were holding forks in and out of his mouth.

"What is that guy doing?" He tugged at the corner of Dr. Xiao's robe.

Xiao Xiao frowned and took a careful look at the place where Zheng Qing had pulled his robe. He found that there was no oil stain on it, and then he raised his head and glanced at the next table.

"Oh, Teeth Picking Elf." He replied briefly, turning his attention back to the food in front of him.

"Wow!" Zheng Qing sighed lowly: "It looks really convenient."

"No need, you can't afford it." Fatty Xin pouted, raised his greasy index finger and waved it in front of Zheng Qing's eyes: "Dentists, lawyers and housekeepers are not services that poor people like us can enjoy at will. …Those teeth-picking elves have a shorter lifespan than mayflies, only a few hours, but their prices are more expensive than normal green elves.”

At this point, Fatty seemed to remember something, and added in a slightly nostalgic tone: "But it's really comfortable for them to pick their teeth...and very clean. It's much better than the small bamboo sticks and toothbrushes we use."

Zheng Qing felt that he did not need to emphasize this point again.

Just look at the expression of enjoyment on the face of the fat wizard sitting next to you, and you will know.

"What a terrible world." The young public-funded student muttered and sighed.

He himself couldn't figure out whether he was sad for the short lives of those toothpicking elves, or whether he was worried about the obvious gap between different classes in the wizarding world.