Chapter 20: The fate of the elves and the plans of the big shots

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Not to be outdone, the blue giant reached out a pair of large fat hands and waved them, making a threatening sound in his throat.

There was a slight bump in the cardboard box on the desk.

The noise alarmed the residents inside the cardboard box.

"Tap!" Zheng Qing stretched out his hand and stopped the noisy Tuan Tuan and Xin.

A faint murmur came from the box, quickly dissipating into the quiet air of the dormitory.

A few heads carefully approached the mouth of the box.

"Are they awake?" asked Fat Xin in a low voice.

"Maybe. Zheng Qing looked at the sleeping elf in the box uneasily, and pushed Xiao Xiao next to him with his arm. He didn't know what was going on with the little guys.

"It should just be a dream. Xiao Xiao lifted his glasses, stretched his neck, and almost buried his head in the box: "Professor Li mentioned this situation before. ā€

The flower cat tossed Xiao Xiao's head aside with her paws, put away her beard and ears, and arched her head into the box.

It purred in its throat and soothed the sleeping elves.

It's been almost a week since the plane accident.

The elves are still asleep.

Their once translucent wings had dried up a little, and their hair-thin tentacles had long since fallen to the sides of their foreheads.

Zheng Qing couldn't help but sigh.

It's been a long time since the beautiful green halo around the elves has lit up.

If it weren't for the slightly heaving chest, Zheng Qing would have suspected that these little guys would have completely thrown themselves into the arms of death.

It has been nearly a week since the official class, and Zheng Qing has already met every teacher.

After each class, he privately consulted with these experienced tutors to ask if there was a way to save the elves.

But the teachers said they couldn't help.

"It's a self-protection mechanism for elves. Truss, a professor of alchemy class, explained to Zheng Qing after the class: "When the owner dies unexpectedly, the elf who has a special contract with him will automatically sense this 'disaster'. Losing the potion that the owner has prepared means that their lives are coming to an end. ā€

"At this time, in order to delay the onset of death and reduce the consumption of the body, the elf will automatically enter a dormant state until death. Most pokemon die in their sleep. ā€

"This is also the kindness and mercy of the wizard to the elves. ā€

Zheng Qing was noncommittal about this statement.

Those great wizards only gave the elves the way to choose their death, but did not give them the right to choose life and death.

No one likes this cheap kindness.

Of all the instructors, only Li Qihuang, a professor of pharmacy, mentioned one possibility:

"There is a magical insect called 'Sand Time' that secretes a liquid that prolongs the lifespan of magical creatures. Maybe be able to keep these elves alive. ā€

As if seeing the hope in the boy's eyes, Professor Li frowned and added:

"It's just a possibility, you still don't have to get your hopes up. ā€

"These magical insects can only be seen in the depths of the Silent Forest. You're just freshmen, and I don't want you to take unnecessary risks. ā€

"In addition, the wizarding world still has a very different definition of a pokemon. The wizards still couldn't tell if these elves were creatures or mere products of alchemy. Therefore, the effect of 'sand time' secretions is uncertain. ā€

"Is there a sample of this kind of secretion in the school laboratory?" Zheng Qing automatically ignored the many conditions mentioned in the conversation, and looked at Professor Li eagerly.

"The sand secretions are very short-lived, and the laboratory will entrust the hunting team to enter the Silent Forest to collect them for a limited time when needed. Professor Li Qihuang looked a little regretful about telling Zheng Qing this information, and he added dryly: "Only high-level hunting teams have the ability to enter the depths of the Silent Forest, and the completion rate of this task has always been low. ā€

The fluorescent lights flickered overhead, waking up the silence of Dorm 403.

"So, are you a descendant of Kunlun?" the fat man Xin put a lump on his head, changing back to the original topic. He reconciled with Tuan Tuan.

The fat cat squinted, and its fluffy tail flicked behind the fat man's head, which looked very pleasant.

Zheng Qing rubbed his temples weakly.

He tried his best to let his friends know that he was not a descendant of Kunlun, and that these rumors had nothing to do with him.

But no one cared about his explanation.

In the corner of the room, the tent of Dylan's six-poster bed was suddenly lifted.

The vampire werewolf revealed a pair of sparkling eyes.

He was interested in the issue that was being discussed.

"I have also heard a few friends mention the matter of the Kunlun heirs. Dylan's whole body was hidden in the large coffin on the bed, and only one head was exposed: "It is said that this news was spread by Arthur Ness's gang." ā€

Fat Xin craned his neck and poked his head out, trying to see if there was anything interesting on Dylan's bed.

The vampire werewolf glanced at him and closed the gap in the tent to block the fat man's view.

Tuan Tuan licked his pink nose, blinked his sky-blue eyes, and let out a purring laugh in his throat.

"Arthur Ness?" Zheng Qing was not impressed by this at all.

"Alpha old man drinking on the pedestrian street. Xiao Xiao mentioned on the side.

Zheng Qing remembered the guy who crushed the red wine glass. He clearly remembered that he had slapped more than forty suppression charms on that guy - more than a month's worth of his production.

"Why is that guy talking nonsense!" Zheng Qing was a little angry, and some began to feel sorry for his suppression charm.

"Because we can't win. Xiao Xiao pouted: "If we use a spell to make Mr. Arthur lie in the dust, maybe they will shut up now." ā€

Zheng Qing felt that the sophomore of Alpha was a little funny.

"Why?"

"Losing at the hands of a freshman who doesn't even know how to spell will make everyone wonder if he can become a true wizard. ā€

"A wizard who only uses spells is not a good wizard. Zheng Qing searched his intestines and scraped his stomach, remembering this sentence that he had vaguely seen recently.

This phrase originally meant that wizards should be good at potions, runes, alchemy, divination, and other skills, and did not mean that wizards were encouraged to solve problems with their fists. Xiao Xiao reminded expressionlessly beside him.

"Which side are you on!" Zheng Qing was furious and glared angrily at Xiao Xiao.

Xiao Xiao held his black-shell notebook, writing and drawing casually.

"It's like you said. The vampire werewolf on the six-poster bed spoke again: "Venerable Mr. Arthur Ness obviously doesn't want others to know that he has been suppressed by an ordinary freshman with a talisman. ā€

The corners of Dylan's mouth showed a hint of ridicule, and his dark red eyes flashed on the bed, which looked particularly penetrating: "Moreover, he borrowed the name of Friedman in that conflict...... Perhaps Sir Friedman was not glad that his name had been tarnished. ā€

"Who is Friedman?" Zheng Qing couldn't help but ask, "That Arthur called out this name that day. ā€

"Sir Friedman Black Cullen, the heir to the Black and Cullen families, the future Lords of the Moon's Legislature. Although he has just come of age, he has enough voices to express his opinion in the Moonlight Council. Matthew Cullen from our class is related to him. Xiao Xiao said solemnly: "I have to say, this Mr. Ness is in some trouble. ā€

"In that case, we might as well make this a little more interesting. Dylan's dark red pupils sparkled, as if the matter had aroused his great interest.

"It really works for me. Xin Fat Man stood at the desk, four cat's paws clasped his hair and squeezed on the top of his head, like a fluffy hat, which looked very funny:

"We can do that. I thought that someone sent you an invitation, and if you don't go to the other party's place to return the gift, it seems very rude. Besides, you have to stay in college for four years, and getting to know some big names in advance won't hurt you in your future college career. If you have trouble in the future, you can also ask a friend for help. ā€

"So you need to make some small changes. For example, your frivolous actions are not in line with all the actions of the heirs of the true ancient lineage. Don't jump around when you walk, and don't look around. Dylan gave his advice: "You don't need to add to the costume, it's all like this in college anyway, but I suggest you put a mysterious sign on your school robe." How about a gossip cufflink?"

"The cuffs of a small gossip on the ring sign are indeed good! Fat Xin nodded, and he was careful.

"Finally, you should be a little more atmospheric. Xiao Xiao smiled and closed his black-shell notebook, and exclaimed: "Don't be too childish, every day after class, you might as well walk around the places with a lot of people, so that everyone can be familiar with it." As for duels or something, what big guy would have this kind of spare time?"

A few people decided Zheng Qing's actions in the next few days.

Zheng Qing was dumbfounded.