According to Jiang Yu's introduction before, Zheng Qing thought that he would see a young wizard. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

But the reality surprised him.

The doctor in front of him, who was less than forty years old, had gray hair, a yellow and haggard face, and two big black bags hanging under his eyes, looking like an old man in the twilight of seventy or eighty years old.

Zheng Qing remembers very clearly that Dr. Duzem became a registered wizard when he was less than twenty years old, and now it is only twenty years.

Twenty years, for the Great Wizard, may just be the time to take a nap.

Even for registered wizards, it's not a long time.

Registered wizards may have a difference of 100 years in lifespan depending on the difference in promotion, but the vast majority of registered wizards have a long lifespan of more than 300 years.

Forty years old, for a registered wizard, is between the average human teenager and young adult.

It was originally a prime age.

But unexpectedly, it was almost dusk.

This made Zheng Qing speechless.

So much so that when the owner of the house grabbed his arm and shook it, he didn't react.

However, Dr. Duzem is not an old-fashioned aristocrat who likes to get tangled up in red tape.

He didn't care about the slight rudeness of the eldest lady of the Jiang family.

He paid more attention to the young witch in red robe in front of him.

"So, the rumors are true. Are you really going to study at Jiuyou Academy?" Dr. Duzem's tone was full of regret, "This must be a difficult choice for a family that has been an Arfa for generations...... Presumably, the elders of your mansion must have a headache for your choice. ”

"They don't need to choose. Jiang Yu smiled slightly.

When the two of them were greeting, Zheng Qing finally came back to his senses and began to seriously look at the legendary genius in front of him.

Although the doctor's face had many wrinkles, it was very clean, there was no mustache around his mouth, and his sallow face was tightly pressed against his cheekbones, giving him a thin appearance.

Instead of wearing a white overhead in his study, as some old-fashioned researchers do, he let his silver-gray hair pile up on top of his head like a bird's nest that was neglected.

More than his hair, what is lacking in care is his clothes.

The black wizard's robes were a little washed and gray, and the trim on the hood was gone, leaving only a dense string of stitches. The cuffs and elbows of the robe were polished, and the collar was stained with an unknown color.

It's like the iron gate of his house.

It is difficult to say that there is a correlation between economic hardship and cleanliness and decency. The doctor's dress is more like a raunchy maniac style.

But compared to the lice-talking maniacs in history, Dr. Duzem is a little restrained.

Most registered wizards, at his age, will always have a decent job. And for one reason or another, the doctor can only rely on the Jiang family's funding to conduct research and live in poverty.

Life has drained most of his confidence.

He is not tall, and perhaps because of his perennial desk work, his back is also very hunched. Standing in front of Jiang Yu, he always had an almost flattering smile on his face.

There is no such radiant temperament as a genius.

With a rickety body, a humble smile, shabby clothes and messy hair, the whole person seems to have been washed by the long river of history repeatedly, full of decadent twilight.

Only those silver-gray eyes, always shining.

"It's the first time I've been here since your institute was listed. Jiang Yu continued to have a non-nutritious conversation with the doctor: "When I was at home before, my grandmother generally didn't allow me to go out. ”

"Haha, that's true. Zhongshan is indeed a bit far from Phuket Island. Obviously, Dr. Duzem is not good at dealing with people, but decades of experience still give him some experience, he snorted and looked at the eldest lady of the Jiang family in front of him:

"So, what's the point of visiting the 'Center for Abnormal Life'? In fact, my institute only studies abnormal forms of life...... People are generally dismissive of normal life, right, hahaha......"

To be honest, the joke is a bit cold.

Zheng Qing couldn't help but shudder.

But a good tutor still made Jiang Yu maintain a proper smile.

The doctor laughed dryly, then closed his mouth and wandered his gaze around the room.

The scene was a little awkward.

Zheng Qing turned his gaze to the other corners of the room, trying to avoid colliding with the doctor's gaze.

It could be seen that this room, like his owner, was a little messy.

On the tall dressing mirror on the side, covered with a fuchsia velvet blanket, I don't know what to do.

The most conspicuous thing in the whole room is a banner hanging on the wall next to the desk, splashed with ink on a white background, delicately framed. It contrasts sharply with the rest of the room's décor.

The banner reads 'Different Fireworks, Same Brilliant', and there is no signature or stamp, as if it was done by an anonymous person.

But this does not mean that the writing is not good, on the contrary, Zheng Qing thinks that the writing is wonderful.

Zheng Qing has a deep calligraphy foundation, and he can accurately judge that this character is from everyone's hand.

This made him a little happy to see the hunt, and he couldn't help but move under the banner.

After looking around, his attention turned a corner and was drawn away by a glass fish tank in the corner.

Perhaps Dr. Duzem finally noticed that something was wrong with the atmosphere in the room, and turned his head to look at the old servant beside him: "Konstantin, the guests are here, hurry up and serve coffee." ”

"But young master, it's been a long time since coffee has been prepared at home. The old servant looked at his master hesitantly.

"Tea is fine!" the doctor raised his voice, accentuating his tone.

The old servant was stunned, nodded tamely, and walked out the door.

This action made the atmosphere in the room even more awkward.

"What is this?" Zheng Qing's opening at this time was just right to dispel the doctor's uneasiness.

He asked curiously, pointing to a bunch of small white insects in the glass fish tank.

The rectangular fish tank is high and low for one person, and judging by Zheng Qing's gentle tapping, the glass plate used to build the fish tank is also very thick. And in this sturdy fish tank, there are no delicate and beautiful swimming fish.

The fish tank was empty, with only a thin layer of black stones at the bottom of the tank.

A group of small gray-white bugs huddled in a ball, like a volleyball, and rolled down to the bottom of the tank.

The bugs were motionless, as if petrified.

This made Zheng Qing very curious.

"What is this?" he looked up at the owner of the house, "It looks like a bunch of bugs." ”

"It's bugs...... This is a ghoul beetle. Dr. Duzem quickly walked up to him and dutifully explained, "They are also known as burial worms, and are often used to make alchemical raw materials...... This is an ideal tool if you want to use a smooth bone surface in your experiments, as most necromancers are too corrosive and can damage the bone structure...... These little bugs survive on dead corpses, wizards, animals, or more. ”

As he spoke, he clenched his fists and slammed the heavy glass walls hard.

Several ghoul beetles crawled away slowly, revealing a white skull that had been encased.

Looks like a baby.

Zheng Qing had a creepy feeling.