It is not difficult to ask Professor Garcia to help keep an eye out for black sheep near Linzhong Lake, and the old fishman is happy to help the school's publicly-funded students a little favor.

This made Zheng Qing breathe a sigh of relief.

He wanted to ask what Professor Garcia's last words meant when he finished class, but a group of witches passed by laughing, causing the wizards to immediately quiet down, salute the professor in a proper manner, and prepare to leave.

"I'm glad you can ask me for help, I happen to have an event for young people here, I don't know if you are interested in participating. ”

Before parting, Professor Garcia invited the young state-funded students to participate in the 'Quankelai' to be held next Wednesday at the Silent River Estuary, and said: "I think there needs to be more exchanges between different races in order to deepen mutual understanding and avoid many misunderstandings." Especially young people. What do you think?"

According to the professor's statement, the 'Quankelai' is a small-scale polder held by the aquatic magic race, and the participants include not only the fish-people tribe of Linzhong Lake, but also the overseas mermaids, sirens, and sage-gi, and the content of the trade is mostly magical materials unique to the sea, and many school professors, researchers, and senior students will receive similar invitations.

Zheng Qing agreed.

Professor Garcia meant nothing more than hoping that he would communicate more with the young people of the fish-man tribe and make a little contribution to alleviating the conflict between Linzhong Lake and the university.

To the best of his ability, Zheng Qing did not rule out dealing with fish-people - he did not have the strange self-esteem of many orthodox wizards, and felt that dealing with fish-men and centaurs was a bad thing - nor did he feel that participating in an aquarium trading event involving fishmen would have any effect on the school's restraint policy.

At this point, the young wizard is very self-aware.

For Professor Garcia, helping a student keep an eye on the black sheep on the lakeshore or inviting a young wizard to join the fountain is a blessing and effort.

It is like a idle child who falls when playing chess, and a seed that is sprinkled between the ridges of the field when planting.

Fate is great, and no one knows whether a seed will grow from a weed or a towering tree. The old fish-man lived for a long time, and had the time and patience to wait for the seed to grow slowly.

After returning to the dormitory in the evening, Zheng Qing showed off the invitation letter given to him by Professor Garcia to his roommates.

"Quanke is coming?" Xiao Xiao looked at the dark blue invitation card and nodded: "I've heard of it, it's a very interesting party." But the circle is small and closed...... It is said that only members of the professors' association, as well as a few students from the student council and the social association, have the opportunity to receive polite invitations. ”

A courtesy invitation is an invitation sent out by the organizer out of courtesy, but the invitee may not be present in person. For example, because the venue is at the mouth of the Silent River, which is under the jurisdiction of Dai-ichi University, it sends invitations to the vice president of the university, the head of the school working committee, and the joint meeting of professors.

Naturally, the vice-chancellor of First University would not be condescending to participate in such a small wet party, and it is very likely that he would just send a flower basket as a gesture of goodwill.

"It's all a polder city of the water tribe?" Xin Fatzi, who was originally lying on the bed and reading the pharmacopoeia, became interested, propped up his upper body, and reached out to ask for the invitation: "Can you bring your family? For example, the invitee's brother, cousin, or something? Can I take pictures?

No doubt he noticed the newsworthiness of this 'polder'.

Because the fat man's movements when he got up were a little big, the fat cat, who had been lying on the fat man's belly and napping, snorted angrily, reached out and buckled the fat man's nightgown.

The fat on the fat man's cheeks shook a few times, but he didn't say anything.

Zheng Qing glanced at Fat Xin with a blank eye.

"Whose brother are you, and whose cousin do you want to be?"

"It's okay to be a companion. "The fat man has a soft body, and he 'surrenders' his identity with his face shut.

Zheng Qing threw the invitation to him and replied angrily: "There is no companion, only an entourage...... The invitation letter states that the invitee is allowed to bring a female or male companion, a pet, and an entourage of up to four people. Followers are only allowed to stay on the outskirts of the polder and are not allowed to enter 'restricted' areas. ”

The invitation does not indicate which are 'restricted' areas.

The look on Fat Xin's face was obviously a little disappointed, and he nodded reluctantly: "A male companion is fine...... Although the reviews are not very good. ”

The expression on Zheng Qing's face was slightly distorted.

"It's not a male companion, there's no companion!What are you thinking about!" He seemed to have been fed a mouthful of fog grass, and his face turned blue: "Follower! Your position is, and it can only be, follower!! Pets don't think about it!"

Zheng Qing also hopes to take Poseidon to participate in this 'Quanke Come' and deepen the relationship with the little fox a little.

"Where's the Doctor? You'd love to go, right? Fat Xin turned his head to look at Xiao Xiao: "Can you tolerate being Brother Qing'er's entourage?"

"Sounds like a fun party to go to. Xiao Xiao didn't care, the corners of his mouth turned up and blew up, blowing the fine black hair on his forehead fluttering: "But I may not follow you all the way...... Sima should be able to get an invitation. ”

This time, it was replaced by Xin Fatzi's face turned blue.

Zheng Qing clutched his stomach and laughed wildly.

In the practical class the next Friday, Zheng Qing remembered the interesting incident last night, and couldn't help but ridicule Xin Fatzi: "...... If you can find a high-level registered wizard girlfriend, you will definitely be able to go to 'Quankelai' as a male companion...... I heard that several researchers at the Institute of Magical Creatures are interested in the Blue Giant's bloodline. ”

The fat man's face was flushed with a layer of blue intent, and he rejected Zheng Qing's suggestion with his fist. And in the next two-person practice battle, the fat man also used his strength to eat, commanding the vines to scream at the young public's expense.

Because there was no suitable law book, Zheng Qing's performance today was unsatisfactory, and he was whipped a few times, and the pain was in the bone marrow.

This caused him to toss and turn in bed for a long time before he barely fell asleep when he slept at night.

The dream was as empty as ever.

Until a loud and clear voice echoed in the dream:

"Come here!"

Zheng Qing felt a sudden emptiness beneath him—just like he felt when he left the admission plane a long time ago—and the intense, familiar feeling of 'falling' poured into him from all directions.

"Ahh

The wizard's consciousness suddenly woke up in the struggle.

In front of him was a white mist, and a familiar figure in a robe met him. Except for the black cat that didn't have a certain lead the way. This strong sense of déjà vu left the young wizard a little confused.

He got up from the ground—when he first opened his eyes, he sat on the ground with a very comical and indecent seniority—patted the dust that did not exist behind him, and then asked tentatively:

"Sir?"