The Third Plenary Meeting of the Knights of the Guilty Knights lasted a long time on Thursday night.

In view of the imminent formal establishment of the club, this topic gradually deviated from the direction preset by the moderator, and continued to expand and extend.

The discussion ranged from how to participate in the school's moon hunting event, to whether to set up a special hunting team, then the selection of the hunting team manager, whether to go to Beta Town to solicit sponsorship, and which is more affordable to cheer for the sperm or the sirens.

Eventually, the discussion even began to include whether to customize the same cloak uniform, where to customize the Order's insignia, whether to invite other cadets to participate, and so on.

The failed clarification before the meeting did not affect the mood of the Grand Captain—of course, at first, he was a little depressed—and he used his neat little block to list the Society's to-do list for the past month on a large piece of silkworm paper, and then the participants divided and cooperated, and each received the corresponding task.

Naturally, there is no remuneration.

In the eyes of the stingy regiment leader, it is already a very merciful thing not to charge these contractors for team building, and who dares to ask for remuneration is simply 'not a son of man'.

"Fruits, barbecues, green bees, and amber lights are all open for supply tonight!" the head of the group persuaded him with a pleasant face, encouraging: "Who can get one more task...... Responsible for submitting weekly work reports to the Federation of Clubs?"

Zhang Jixin turned his head to look, grabbed Xiao Xiao's soft arm, and raised it.

"I'm next on behalf of the Doctor!" he yelled.

"Okay!" Zheng Qing slapped the table vigorously: "Everyone encourage and encourage!"

There was a mess of cheers in the dormitory.

"This is the power of friendship and passion!" shouted the Grand Master of the Order with a red face at the end of his speech at the end of the meeting, "Intnerchonel will definitely come true!"

Then, he raised the amber light in his glass and shouted hoarsely: "Davasili, cheers!"

"For friendship!" cried Fat Xin.

"For enthusiasm!" Zhang Jixin's face turned red.

"For the faith!" Dylan shouted as he waved his arms, and the two delicate cufflinks on his sleeves were long gone.

“...... Cheers!" Lin Guo looked at the clear water in his cup with some frustration, and turned his head to look at Xiao Xiao: "What is the head of the regiment talking about?"

"Xiong Nal?" The smile on Xiao Xiao's face froze, and he was stunned for a while, before he replied dryly: "Oh, it's a magical creature raised by the Inuit, refined with polar bears...... Rare...... Very rare......"

"You're amazing!" The little wizard looked at the doctor with envy, "When will I be as good as you......"

"When you're drunk too. Xiao Xiao muttered quietly, and suddenly smirked.

......

......

The party lasted until late at night.

Zheng Qing couldn't even remember how much they had drunk in total — the means of subsistence were so cheap to buy at the Wandering Bar with his gold card — that the hangover headache still plagued the entire 403 dorm crew when they woke up on Friday morning.

Yes, all members.

Dylan didn't leave the dorm in the end. Perhaps the wildness in the werewolf veins infected him, and the alcohol-contaminated nobles of the moon were so arrogant that when it came time to clean up, the elves had to call for the fat cat to help and push Mr. Vampire into his coffin.

"I just want to know if you took a picture yesterday. In the alchemy class on Friday morning, Zheng Qingqiang held his eyelids and asked a few people next to him weakly: "I have forgotten what it is like for a blue to drink high......

Xiao Xiao's face was pale, and his lips were also pale, as if he had applied a layer of powder.

He pursed his lips tightly, shook his head, and said nothing.

Xin Fat Man is more unbearable than him.

From the moment he entered the classroom to the official start of class, he was lying on his desk and motionless.

If it weren't for the slight heaving of his shoulders, it would have made people suspect that he had died suddenly in the classroom.

That is, Professor Tesla asked his graduate students to come to class, and the classroom discipline of alchemy has always been relatively relaxed. In the classroom of any other professor, if the fat man dared to have this attitude, he would have been trained by those old men to look like eighteen.

"Blue Tinch didn't drink, he drank water with the little monk Shiyuan and Lin Guo. Zhang Jixin turned his head and replied.

Zheng Qing looked at the red-faced boy with envy, and for a while he didn't have the slightest idea about the other three guys' unrighteousness.

Of all the people with hangovers, perhaps only Zhang Jixin is in a relatively normal state today. I don't know if it's because I can really drink alcohol because of my blushing.

Time flies in a sluggish way.

As soon as you close your eyes and open them, the day passes before you know it.

After a day of uninterrupted naps, Zheng Qing's mental state finally reached its peak before going to bed at night.

"It must be fine. He sat in his tent, holding the ampoule containing the transformation potion in his palm, and secretly cheered himself: "Break it, stir it, suffocate it in one gulp, and tomorrow will be a good ...... Good life!"

He shook his head vigorously, trying to shake off the images of all kinds of strange insects, mollusks, and perverted creatures in his mind.

"Calming...... inner peace...... Breathe lightly...... Zheng Qing sat cross-legged, stretched out his hand and pulled out seven or eight chapters of meditation talismans from the gray cloth bag, and patted his eyes on the bed without blinking.

It was about to be transformed, and he had to be cautious.

After two days of making up for it in the library, he knew that the inner world of the transfiguration had a great influence on the final form of the host. It has been mentioned more than once in those thick metamorphosis references that an old wizard in Namibia accidentally watched a health education film about the island nation before his transformation, and was so shocked that he eventually turned into a caterpillar.

Although turning into bugs is a very rare and very rare thing.

But Zheng Qing didn't want to have this kind of achievement at all.

He could not imagine how a creature with an incomplete neuronal system could contain his 'large and rich' soul.

"Smack!"

The head of the ampoule was broken off by Zheng Qing.

The young scholar took a glass of warm milk from the elf's hand and poured the potion into it.

It wasn't until the last drop of residue disappeared that Zheng Qing put down his somewhat sore arm, took the glass rod, and stirred it patiently.

"What are you doing?" asked Fat Xin with some confusion outside the tent.

"Oh, drink some milk...... Good for the body after a hangover. Zheng Qing quietly told a little lie.

He didn't tell his roommates that he was going to transform tonight.

Although, according to the professors and materials, transfiguration in the modern sense is not a very dangerous spell. But wizards' curiosities are always endless.

Zheng Qing couldn't stop the others from staying up all night in front of his bed, watching his bones melt and his flesh reassemble.

It's a chilling situation.

"Gotta have a good dream. The young student muttered to himself, raised the warm milk from his glass, and drank it down.

Then he rinsed his mouth and went straight into the bed.

"What a dream. He muttered quietly, clutching a dull tarot card tightly in his hand.

A Knight of Wands card.

This is a blessing that Yelena gave him a long time ago. Although the blessing above had almost been exhausted, Zheng Qing had been firmly tucking it under his pillow.

Perhaps this attachment played a role.

He soon fell asleep.