Chapter 177: Warning Magic

"You mean the gypsy girl?"

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ā€œ...... Ask don't know anything......"

"I saw only a white shadow...... A cloud of white shadows...... The silver bat is still a white shadow when it flies, and I can name seventeen or eighteen animals that fly up with a white shadow without using my brain!"

The old man of Verne grimaced in a rough voice, and his tone was a little dissatisfied.

Zheng Qing and his friends stood not far from the old man.

Apparently, the old man was annoyed that an eyewitness could not clearly determine the identity of the attacker.

At this moment, the old schoolmaster was holding his long wooden staff, carefully stirring the weeds in the forest, trying to find some clues that had been missed before.

Around him, dozens of school workers in gray robes were lining up in a neat line, searching the lawn by the mud pond inch by inch.

Even the young turtles who had been basking in the sun in the pond were driven out of the pond and turned over one by one, showing off their clean bellies, and asked two black-robed teaching assistants to carve runes on them with carving knives and paint.

Zheng Qing looked at the empty small square in frustration, and his heart was full of disappointment.

His only purpose here was to comfort the frightened Elena - a wonderful opportunity to brush up on his presence and affection.

It's a pity that he came late.

Now that the beauty is gone, what's the point of staying here?

"I think the withered turtle has been taken away, right?" said the student, looking at Thomas, trying to quipped in a light-hearted tone, "Looks like we're going to be unemployed...... Since we don't need an assistant, let's go first?"

"Why are you leaving?" Thomas turned his head, looking very confused.

He had just been communicating in a low voice with several other black-robed teaching assistants, and he didn't pay attention to the situation here.

"Yelena is gone!" Zheng Qing emphasized, and then added, "And the withered turtle was also transported...... Aren't you calling us here to tidy up the scene, since the tortoises have been taken away, there's no point in us staying here, so ......."

He shrugged and glanced at the back garden of the school.

"Now everybody's hungry. He finally explained.

"Oh, she's not here. There was a hint of a smile in Thomas's turquoise eyes, but he resolutely denied: "That can't be gone...... As for eating, it is not wrong to find the old man Verne. ā€

Before Zheng Qing could speak, his former interviewer raised three fingers and held them up in front of his eyes.

"First," Thomas put away a finger, glanced at the belly-turning turtle on the edge of the mud pond, and emphasized, "The victim turtle is a three-hundred-year-old 'longevity turtle', not a turtle...... This is very important. ā€

On the edge of the mud pond, several slightly older turtles craned their necks and screamed twice.

Zheng Qing smiled reluctantly.

"Second, I just asked you to clean up the scene, not to dissect the victimized turtle...... Moreover, you are not well educated enough to deal with 'critical' evidence. Mr. TA retracted his second finger.

"So what kind of scene are we going to clean up. Fat Xin asked stupidly with a blank face.

"Like them. Thomas tilted his head not far away.

Zheng Qing turned his head and looked at the gray-robed school workers who were inspecting the grass inch by inch under the scorching sun, and his face gradually turned pale.

"Is that also cleaning up the scene?" Zhang Jixin's originally purple face became more and more red.

"That's the clean-up of the site. Thomas corrected: "The anatomy, tracer magic, and magical alchemy tools that you speculate in your little brain are all within the scope of more advanced wizards. ā€

As he spoke, he used his two index fingers to draw a long distance to explain the distance between 'them' and the 'high-level wizards' to the freshmen in front of him.

It was a distance that made the ants desperate.

"Third," Thomas said, retracting his last finger and waving his clenched fist, "and most importantly...... The school entrusted the task of on-site handling to the old man Verne...... So...... If you try to leave early, you need to have Verne's consent. ā€

Zheng Qing smiled and did not speak.

Just kidding, if you go to the grass on a hot day, you will only agree if you have a hole in your brain.

He gave a vague glance at his companions.

Fat Xin blinked quietly.

Zhang Jixin cleared his throat.

Duan Xiaojian swallowed his saliva quietly.

Only Xiao Xiao still buried his head in his notebook and ignored it.

As if guessing Zheng Qing's thoughts, Thomas added, "You should note that the vicinity of Linzhong Lake is still under martial law, and any unauthorized passage is very likely to be attacked by warning magic. ā€

The last glimmer of hope that slipped away was dashed.

"What is warning magic. Zheng Qing struggled desperately.

"Non-lethal, offensive magic," Xiao Xiao suddenly raised his head and explained in a flat tone, "The purpose of this kind of magic is to remove the threat of the target, and there are not too many restrictions on the way. Common warning spells include 'Passive Transfiguration Spells', 'Five-Tone Five-Colored Spells', and some magic books also include 'Petrification Charms' as warning spells...... Of course, because this type of spell can still be harmful to the recipient, any use of warning magic needs to be reported to the relevant authorities, and the scope of the use of such magic, the time of use, and the type of authorization should be announced in advance. ā€

"This is the famous doctor among the newcomers," Thomas applauded softly, "and he lives up to his name." ā€

"He's going to be more famous from today. Zhang Jixin snorted.

Zheng Qing smiled weakly.

Thomas did not notice the subtle interaction between several young people, or rather, he did, but did not understand.

But that didn't stop him from giving more specific explanations to a few freshmen.

"The type of authorization we have obtained is 'Passive Transformation Spell'," the black-robed assistant teacher's green eyes flashed, and a hint of an unfathomable smile hung on the corner of his mouth: "For the specific type of transformation, you can refer to the owner of this mud pond." ā€

Zheng Qing looked at the reptiles moving slowly in the mud, and couldn't help but shiver.

The fat man wailed and sat on the ground.

"The scope of warning magic is on the shore of Linzhong Lake, from the mud pond in the east, to the promenade in the west, to the square in front of the Shushan Pavilion in the south, and to the square in front of the Bishop's Building in the north. ā€

"Time," Thomas pulled his timer out of his bosom and nodded, "until three o'clock in the afternoon, that is, from now on, you will not be able to leave here until two hours, thirty-one minutes, and forty-eight seconds." ā€

"In accordance with the principle of maximizing the marginal benefit of your time, I suggest that you accept the assignment of the old man of Verne and earn some credits. The white-faced and black-hearted teaching assistant gave his final advice and left.

A few new people were left behind, and the ground was full of sorrow.