“...... There is a magical insect called 'Sand Time' that secretes a liquid that prolongs the lifespan of magical creatures. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info may be able to maintain the vitality of these elves......"

“...... You still don't have to get your hopes up too much......"

“...... They can only be seen in the depths of the Silent Forest......"

“...... You're only a first-year student, and I don't want you to take unnecessary risks because of this...... Only high-level hunters have access to the Silent Forest......"

“...... The time limit for sand secretions is very short, and the professors or researchers at the university will only issue time-limited commissions for relevant tasks when they need them...... Even if only high-level hunters are allowed to accept them, the completion rate of these missions is still very low......"

Although less than half a month has passed, in Zheng Qing's consciousness, it seems that a long time has passed.

Only some special 'anchor words'—such as sand time, or life extension—can revive Zheng Qing's memories from the river of time, allowing him to recall his recent experiences from this short but complicated memory.

The words that Professor Li Qihuang once said, paragraph by paragraph, clearly appeared in Zheng Qing's heart.

At the same time, the data after the physical examination of the elves this morning also flowed in front of his eyes like flowing water.

Those declining indicators were originally as heavy as stones on his heart.

But at this moment, it seemed that a stone crusher rumbled in his ears, crushing the burden that weighed on his heart in one go!

He seemed to have lifted some burden, and his whole person was much lighter.

"Your complexion looks much better!" Lin Guo suddenly muttered in his ear, "Are you also imagining a good life of catching sand and selling it for money......?"

"Little fart child!" Zheng Qing laughed, reached out and rubbed Lin Guo's neat black hair, without explanation.

Only his smile was even brighter.

Lin Guo shook his head in dissatisfaction, got rid of his claws, and rubbed back to the old man of Verne.

The old schoolman was leaning against a large tree with a tall wooden cane, squinting, listening to Professor Dorag give a lecture to the younger students.

At his feet, the old hound, Lord May, had his whole tongue hanging out of his mouth, squinting, and his whole body was paralyzed on the soft lawn like a limp slug.

Even a lame man's head black rolled over the bridge of its nose, but it didn't let this 'slug' lift its eyelids.

However, Lin Guo's eyes were quick, and he took out an empty glass bottle from his schoolbag, put the activated herb into it, and stuffed it back into the schoolbag.

The old school worker just glanced at him, smiled, and didn't stop it.

This made Zheng Qing sigh greatly.

Sure enough, at any time, human beings have a higher tolerance for 'cubs' than other age groups.

If Zhang Jixin is so arrogant as 'stealing' the potion resources in the school, I am afraid that in the blink of an eye, a sky-high compensation form will be sent back to the Zhang family's old house.

In the crowd, Professor Dorag also happened to talk about what happened to Sandtime in the wizarding world.

Although time is everywhere, perhaps the 'timeline' with magical power contains more energy, so the vast majority of sand time groups are found in areas where magic is active.

Because the sand is full of treasures, the nests built by this small insect in the area where wizards concentrate their activities are often just formed, and then they will be 'relocated' by the wizards as a whole and moved to a more 'safe' laboratory.

I don't know if it's because of the arrogant nature of the 'extradimensional creatures', the sand that is raised will often stop eating slowly, and the mother of the sand will gradually lose the ability to brew the royal jelly of the sand time.

After being released into the wild, the little insect will disappear without a trace in the blink of an eye.

It's as if they can really slip along the timeline.

Until now, in the whole of Phuket Island, only in the depths of the Silent Forest can there be traces of these little bugs.

"Everyone needs to pay attention. Professor Dorag held up an arm and rubbed a few wizened fingers.

A line of sand slid from his fingers and fell to the ground like flowing water.

"The nests of this magical insect are usually based on the Mother of the Sand Hour, made of ordinary quartz particles, which are the same grains of sand that you see. The morphology varies slightly depending on the type of sand and the number of adults. ”

"Most of the time, the Mother of Sand makes a ring shell shape of her nest and carries it on her back. ”

Zheng Qing narrowed his eyes.

On the one hand, he needed to be careful to avoid the sand raised by the old professor.

On the other hand, he thought the shape of the sand time nest described by Professor Dorag in a long paragraph seemed familiar.

"In other words, the nest of the sand time looks like a big snail," Lin Guo's crisp inquiry voice sounded in the crowd: "Is that right?"

There was a low muffled laugh from the crowd.

Professor Dorag's face flushed, coughed twice, and nodded, and for a moment he looked a little stammered.

Fortunately, the old man of Verne stood aside.

As a sophisticated old man, he was keenly aware of Professor Dorag's embarrassment.

So, he began to tell the patrol members about the experience of the discovery of this group of 'murderers'.

"At first, I didn't realize that there was a bunch of sand at the school...... It's just that when I was walking, I found some more traces of mucus in the grass. ”

"I thought it was the few red chain snakes that recently slipped into the school to give birth to their cubs, you know, those slippery little bugs always leave this slimy mark everywhere when they just come out of their shells. ”

At this point, the old man paused slightly, as if considering whether to expand the topic.

At this point, Professor Dorag had regained his composure, and naturally picked up the topic of the old school worker, and gave a few short explanations:

"As the little student just mentioned, you can think of the Mother of Sand Time with the hive on her back as a big snail - in fact, the shape between the two is very similar - like a snail, when crawling and moving, the Mother of Sand Time will also leave a very obvious impression on the ground."

Lin Guo hugged his backpack to his chest, puffing out his mouth very dissatisfied, as if he wanted to defend something.

But because the old professor was still speaking, he didn't open his mouth in the end.

Zheng Qing secretly laughed.

He vaguely guessed the reason why Lin Guo was unhappy.

"Of course, as we mentioned before, sand is an insectoid organism, which is fundamentally different from the gastropod of snails, so you should pay attention to that...... It's very easy to get confused, so don't get it wrong. Professor Dorag emphasized.

Zheng Qing exhaled and felt that his skull was a little swollen.

Like other old professors, Mr. Dorag would always speak in such informal settings emphasizing a lot of suspicious 'knowledge' things, and God knows why the patrolmen should pay attention to the differences in the genera of these little bugs.

On the other hand, the old man of Verne finally gave up explaining to the young wizard what happened when he found sand.

He decided to let the young men see for themselves.

After a brief meeting with several black-robed teaching assistants, they finally agreed with the old people's opinions.

So, following the patrol, Zheng Qing finally saw the rumored place where 'time was drained'.

It was among a tall bush deep in the woods.

A yellow pile of sand is conspicuous, but hidden.

It stands out because in the woods by the lake, there are ankle-length grass under your feet, tall trees and low shrubs around you, and all of them are growing luxuriantly.

A pile of sand was sandwiched between them, unusually conspicuous.

Concealment, because the pile of sand is hidden in a bush, obscured by the flourishing foliage of the bushes. If no one deliberately removed this pile of bushes, I am afraid that they would not be able to find out the strangeness in between.

Zheng Qing recalled the old man's explanation, and looked suspiciously at the old hound at the front of the team who was swaying and leading the way.

He very much doubted that the dog had turned over the bushes for some reason.