"As a state-funded student, your academic performance must be excellent, right? At the beginning of the interview, Ms. Pulitzer first complimented the young scholarship student a little, and then asked:

"It is said that you got the highest score in the final exam of the talisman class last semester, and you wrote down all the basic talismans silently, which is something that most registered wizards can't do...... Can you tell us where you learned these talismans?"

Zheng Qing glanced at the reporter vigilantly before he slowly spoke, and said vaguely: "It's what I learned from the teacher......"

"But as far as I know, you didn't have any record of secondary school studies before you entered First University. As if to strengthen her persuasiveness, Ms. Pulitzer immediately took out a thick pile of materials from her handbag and pushed it in front of Zheng Qing: "Here is a list of all the registered middle schools in the wizarding world, including Hogwarts, Gifted Boy, Long Point on the Computer, and White Hart Academy, and your name is not on the list of middle school students who graduated in 08......"

Zheng Qing swallowed again.

Is it just a small accident investigation in the Silent Forest, do you need to check the information of your own ancestors?

"This kind of information is a school secret," he said, glancing at the pile of materials, trying to make his voice more friendly, "Is it in line with the relevant regulations?"

"I am a principled person. Ms. Pulitzer replied succinctly.

The small silver bell hanging on the archway rang frantically.

Zheng Qing glanced at the small bell, then at the reporter opposite, and laughed dryly.

Ms. Pulitzer's face flushed slightly, but her expression did not change much, and she still looked firmly at the young scholarship student.

The scene was very awkward at one point.

The belated coffee saves the guests who have fallen into an unusual atmosphere.

"Hello, you ordered the espresso," the elf's shrill voice rang in the ears of the two guests, and then two white porcelain cups flew up from the tray and landed steadily on the paper mat of the table.

This hand alone is much stronger than most of the meal elves Zheng Qing has ever seen - like the group of elves he raised himself, carrying a kettle is dangling, making people feel that those kettles will fall from mid-air at any time.

"Thank you. Miss Pulitzer nodded gracefully and tossed a silver horn into the elf's tray. Zheng Qing noticed that the small silver bell hanging on the archway shook weakly, but it did not make a sound.

"It's our pleasure to serve you!" The elf in the maid's costume tugged at the hem of her skirt and thanked her in a shrill voice: "If you need help, please command!"

Ms. Pulitzer waved her hand, and the elves disappeared from the table without a trace.

With this little episode, Zheng Qing also thought about how to answer the reporter's question just now.

"I went to a private school, I went to a small private school. Zheng Qing's gaze carefully swept over the wooden archway, staring closely at the small silver bell, lest it sway.

Obviously, when he tells the truth, the bell doesn't move.

This made him feel a little more sure in his heart. The latter answer became more fluent:

"There is no private school registered with the Education Bureau, there are no classrooms, and there is only one student...... I don't know what the teacher's name is. I always thought I was studying Taoism...... I didn't even know there would be so many wizards in this world before I took the exam!"

He was telling the truth.

The little silver bell hanging from the archway next to it did not move at all, much to the disappointment of Ms. Pulitzer.

She glanced at her notebook and saw that the pen had stopped recording and was hanging in mid-air with a mouthful of ink, as if waiting for a follow-up conversation.

Ms. Pulitzer did not pause, but continued to ask: "Soon after entering the school, you were awarded the Merlin Medal by the Wizarding Union, and some sources say that the reason why the Wizarding Union awarded you the medal is related to your teacher...... Do you know this?"

"Nonsense. Zheng Qing shook his head resolutely - if the other party asked him if he had killed the pig demon, maybe his answer would make the bell shake, but the other party said that his medal was related to Mr. Wu, in Zheng Qing's opinion, it was really ridiculous.

Ms. Pulitzer frowned.

Zheng Qing hesitated for a moment and said, "I thought you were looking for me to ask about the incident on the Silent River today......

The implication is that if it is not this matter, then I will not accompany it.

Ms. Pulitzer immediately asked, "What happened on the Silent River today, can you tell me about it?"

Zheng Qing immediately breathed a sigh of relief - the reason why he agreed to accept the interview was actually the idea of helping him speak out. Sometimes, the voice of public opinion appears to be more authoritative than the voice of a professional investigation.

If public opinion says that he didn't kill the demon, then even if he did kill the demon, the punishment will be much lower. Being able to influence the judiciary is one of the sources of the title 'uncrowned king' for journalists.

So, he took the trouble to recount what happened on the Silent River today—from the departure from Linzhong Lake, to the discovery of the frog monster, to his own self-defense and counterattack, and finally to the end with the monster turning into a puddle of mud—the whole process, Ms. Pulitzer kept quiet, let Zheng Qing play freely, and she only focused on dancing with her pen.

"So, it was the descendants of Satogua who attacked the ferryboat and then turned into mud when you fought back. She concluded: "The shot you fired was just the straw that broke the camel's back...... That's what it means. ”

Zheng Qing nodded busily.

Ms. Reporter's summary was much better than he expected.

Then he glanced at the small torii next to him, and the silver bell hanging on it was about to shake, but it didn't ring after all. It made it a lot easier for him.

Thinking of this, he picked up the porcelain cup and took a sip of the drink inside.

The flavor was strong, worthy of espresso, the young wizard thought, and put the cup back on the paper mat on the table—he still couldn't get used to the taste.

"Where did you get your talisman gun?" Ms. Pulitzer grasped one of the threads in her reply. She flipped through the information in her hand, raised her eyelids and looked at the young wizard: "According to the information, you are not from a wizard family, and the tuition fee for going to school is still paid for by the school scholarship...... It stands to reason that you shouldn't be able to afford a talisman gun. ”

Zheng Qing did not directly answer where he bought the talisman gun, but began to prove his ability to make money to reporters: "You also mentioned just now that I am very good at talismans, so I can sell standard talismans to make money." In addition, at the freshman competition of the school hunting club last semester, the hunting team I formed hunted more than half of the prey on the field...... These incomes are well documented. ”