Holding the gift box in his hand, Zheng Qing would naturally guess what gifts were in the box.

Due to the previous two gifts, his first reaction was that the box contained a talisman gun.

"And such a light talisman gun?" the young public student checked the box, couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, and subconsciously said the guess in his heart.

"Talisman guns?" Elena reacted a little inexplicably to the wizard, and said strangely, "Why talisman guns? Do you want talisman guns as gifts?"

Zheng Qing suddenly came to his senses - the witch in front of her had participated in the freshman competition like herself, and she didn't know about her use of a slingshot, so naturally she wouldn't prepare a corresponding gift.

At the same time, he also felt a little embarrassed for the oolong he made.

"I, that's just what I guessed. He stammered as he explained, his face slowly turning red: "Before, I received several talisman guns before...... I thought, I thought ......"

"Do you think I'll give away the talisman gun too?" Yelena smiled and waved her hand, looking unusually free: "The talisman gun is so expensive, I can't afford to send it...... If it were a few runes, I could still think of a way. ”

Zheng Qing was relieved to see that she didn't care about her faux pas. At the same time, he couldn't help but think of the two talisman guns he had received, and there was another pressure in his heart.

The natural way to reduce stress is to divert attention.

Zheng Qing immediately ripped open the silk on the box and opened her gift in front of Yelena.

Inside the box, there was a black notebook.

The notebook looked a little worn, and there were faint traces of blood stains on the greasy cover. Other than that, the other aspects of the book are well maintained - the pages are ironed, and the corners are wrapped in thin pieces of metal, which looks unexpectedly neat - but even so, it is hardly a proper gift.

Zheng Qing couldn't help but frown.

He wasn't disgruntled by the shabby notebook — in fact, there was no more satisfying gift than it — he'd seen it in Yelena's hands a few weeks ago. At that time, the gypsy witch held a notebook and asked him for some difficult talismans drawn inside, so Zheng Qing had to waste a long time in the library, consulting quite a lot of materials, before he could barely come up with an approximate solution.

For someone who is good at talismans, there is no better gift than a notebook full of unfamiliar talismans.

"You gave it to me?" asked the young student in surprise, still with some uncertainty in his tone.

"Otherwise?" Elena also seemed to be a little unhappy, and said gloomily, "Since you have drawn that card, I will naturally give you the best thing for you......"

"If you can't afford it, you can give something else. Zheng Qing suggested in a low voice.

"Isn't that a lie to yourself?" the witch looked at the boy in surprise, as if very curious how he could have such thoughts: "It is understandable to lie to others, but what is the point of lying to yourself?"

Zheng Qing's face darkened, and he did not continue to dwell on this topic.

Just like Lin Guo's timeline, the thoughts of the wizards are always full of some kind of magic, which is difficult to explain with logic.

Fortunately, Yelena did not continue to discuss this complex issue.

"Ahh

Zheng Qing hesitated for a few seconds, stuffed the notebook back into the gray cloth bag, and then followed. Although he still had a lot of questions in his heart—such as where this notebook came from, what genre of talisman was recorded in the notebook, and so on—the young public scholarship student couldn't help but shrink his neck when he thought of the two of them still being in someone else's lounge, and when he thought of words like 'trespassing on private houses'.

It is true that he has accumulated a little bit of credits, and he can not care about being deducted a few points for violations occasionally. But that doesn't mean he can squander his credits.

After all, he still has to be promoted to the second year, and he still needs to exchange credits for many resources necessary to advance to a registered wizard. Being able to save a little is a little.

The terrace of this lounge is very large enough for two people to stand in between.

There were many vines growing around the terrace, clinging to the fence of the terrace, but by the end of autumn and early winter, many of the plants had shrunk their branches and leaves, and even if they did not, many of the leaves began to turn yellow. So much so that the fence that was originally shrouded in lush vines was completely exposed.

"Although you see a lot of these fences, in fact, the whole terrace is said to have been carved out of a single piece of marble. Elena bowed her head, bent over, her fingertips caressing the delicate reliefs on the fence, and her tone was a little erratic: "From left to right, there are forty-nine steps, a total of seventy-two balustrades...... Each balustrade has a different relief depicting the last appearance of the seventy-two elves who were suppressed by the wizards......"

"Elf?" Hearing this, Zheng Qing couldn't help but interrupt the witch's words, pointed to the relief on a railing, and said in surprise: "This thing is an elf?

Where his fingers were, a strange creature with fangs and claws, a bat-winged scorpion tail, but with eight arms on all sides, was roaring with its eyes wide open and its head up. Even if it was just a stone sculpture, Zheng Qing could feel the resentment that soared to the sky - this is not the temperament and appearance that a good elf should have.

"The ghosts and monsters of the mountains and forests, the demons and the spirits, are all elves. Elena still checked the railings on the terrace one by one, and said in a slow voice: "The cool is breaking the heat, the song is lingering, and the moon is scarce." Why should the elves wait for the autumn pass, for a wash, hazy and ancient. ”

After groaning, her figure froze, and she stopped in front of a railing.

Before Zheng Qing could see what was on the pillar, the witch curled her fingers slightly, gently tapped the upper and lower joints of the railing, and in an instant, knocked down the originally sturdy pillar, which frightened the witch into gasping - he looked around nervously, there was no shaking of the ground, no alarm beeping, and no demon escaped from the broken pillar.

It was as if it was an ordinary pillar knocked down from between the railings.

Before the witch could finish his breath, the witch took another identical railing out of her bag and replaced it. With the light passing by, the terrace becomes complete again, just as it began.

"Alright, we're done, let's go back!" said Yelena as she stood up, clapped her hands, and said briskly.

Zheng Qing glanced at her blankly.

"Is this the end?" he couldn't help but look down at the railing that had been replaced by the 'True Stealing Beam', and couldn't help but whisper, "Am I here to oversee the work?"