"That sounds like a joke. "Zheng Qing is deeply skeptical of the doctor's 'supposedly'.

"Life is a combination of countless jokes. Xiao Xiao shrugged his shoulders indifferently.

Jiang Yu interrupted the argument between the two.

"If I am not mistaken," she said cautiously, "the phrase that the Doctor just mentioned should be from a certain Apennineian poem, 'In the world, only time, beauty and wine can be disappointed'." ”

Zheng Qing smiled and patted Xiao Xiao's shoulder.

The little wizard shook his shoulders and shook the paws of the young student down.

"I didn't say it," he said indifferently, "even if it is borrowed from the speaker of the council, I just paraphrased it to you." ”

During the small talk, the speed of the pumpkin cart slowly decreased.

Zheng Qing poked his head out of the window.

The car had already driven into a gray complex. It is surrounded by tall columns, old pointed roofs, plank paths crisscrossing small buildings, smoking chimneys and cobblestone lanes. As in the rest of Usa, the gray complex is full of cats meowing and purring in each other.

The pumpkin cart stopped in front of the museum.

Several guests got out of the car, and the cat kindly tugged at the witch at the brim of his hat, and then flicked his whip, urging the ancestors to embark on the journey again. It doesn't seem to like the atmosphere here.

The noise quieted the originally noisy cats around for a while, and Zheng Qing noticed the amber gaze that appeared in the shadows, and his curiosity brought a bit of inquiry and vigilance.

He couldn't help but smile, his tail slipping out of his robes and waving in friendliness.

The number of cats watching them suddenly became more numerous, and their eyes were eager to try, and even a few daring kittens had slipped out of the shadows, not far from the young wizard, staring at the black tail, pacing cautiously to and fro.

Jiang Yu bent down, clutching a handful of small dried fish in his hand, his small white ears trembling slightly in his dark hair, trying to express his kindness to the owner of the city.

The kittens seemed to be quite excited, but they were always patrolling and refused to come closer.

"They recognize life. ”

A sharp and piercing noise, as if a rusty door was closing and closing, sounded inside the museum gate, reaching the ears of several young wizards, making everyone who heard it shiver.

Zheng Qing followed the prestige and found that it was a cat who spoke.

An old cat who looked very old and didn't have a single hair on his body. It has a pair of large eyes, the pupils are pitch black, and the eyeballs occupy almost a quarter of the area of the face, which looks very weird. Its skin was pale, covered in wrinkles and scars of varying shades, and it carried a withered cane in its hand—the shape of an old seal.

Old and terrifying, this is the first impression that comes to the mind of the young public-funded student.

The old cat walked slowly on crutches, and finally stood behind the threshold of the museum, stopped, looked at several strange wizards, and stayed on Zheng Qing's tail and Jiang Yu's ears for a moment, and finally moved away, and continued in its unusually ugly voice: "...... Is there something wrong?"

"We are students at First University and have made an appointment to meet with the Grand Elder of the Temple. Xiao Xiao politely handed in a post with the marks of several young wizards branded with the courtyard emblem.

As the most powerful power center in the wizarding world, First University has a high prestige among many forces in many worlds. The same is true for dreams.

"First University... It's been a long time since a wizard from there has come. The old cat narrowed his eyes slightly—which made his facial features more harmoniously proportioned, and his face less terrifying—and he carefully examined the school emblem, the school emblem, and the markings on the post, and finally nodded, and said in his ugly voice:

"Then come in...... Be careful to follow me and don't just walk around. ”

Similar to the museum of First University, the space inside this museum is also empty and tall. The exhibits of various shapes were placed in glass cases, silent in the faint white light beans, completely devoid of the noise of the exhibits in the First University Museum.

Of course, it is also possible that because there are outsiders now, they have become a little more well-behaved.

There were no visitors to the museum, except that as Zheng Qing and his party passed through the third gate, a gray shorthair cat emerged from the corner of the wall, holding a brown silhouette creature in its mouth—the little thing making a last-ditch struggle to survive.

Seeing the old cat, the gray cat immediately fell on the floor and let go of Zuge in his mouth.

Zu Ge was overjoyed, and before he had time to beat his chest, he wanted to run to a safe place, but he didn't expect the hairless old cat's eyes to be fast, and the withered staff in his claws was swift, and pierced the Zu Ge's neck, nailing it to the spot.

"Don't let your prey escape. ”

The old cat nodded at the gray cat, admonished in a hoarse voice, and then continued on, muttering in a low voice as he went, "These dirty, sneaky fellows...... Nothing...... Waste of precious space..."

Zheng Qing was a little unsure if it was cursing those ancestors, or if it was dissatisfied with the gray cat.

The temple is located in the deepest part of the museum.

There was a spacious hall that Zheng Qing speculated belonged to a tall tower.

The reason for the use of 'should' is that Zheng Qing did not see the exterior of the building. Inside, however, he could see the circular hall, the roofless dome, and the wooden staircase that circled around it, clinging to verdant vines.

The Grand Elder of the Temple, Attar, sat at the end of the hall on the first floor, behind an ivory lectern.

It is said that when the elder was very young, his family owned an inn, and the little boy who had prayed to the nameless being under the moon had stayed at the inn of the Attar family, and that Attar had seen all the cats of Uzar gathered under the tree of the cursed couple's house at dusk, pacing slowly and solemnly in two columns around the ruined house, as if performing some unheard of animal ritual.

Of course, that was a long, long time ago.

The old man is now almost four hundred years old.

But he also has a clear eye, a sharp mind, and a clear memory.

Xiao Xiao hoped to get enough guidance from this old man who was familiar with the dream situation and had a good relationship with the First University. At the very least, it would give them a clear idea of the challenges they were about to face—it would be better if the old man happened to have seen Zhu Si, or knew the whereabouts of a certain Faceless Demon.

As the young wizards followed the old cat to the ivory lectern, Master Attar was staring at a spinning top on the table.