Under One Person, the little witch only wants to collect elves

Chapter 307: The Western Familiar, Bao Lan's Attack on Oscar

Behind the Longhu Mountain, outside the venue.

Today is the fifth day of the Luotian Dajiao. The Lu family is on high alert. In order to deal with "Quan Xing", several people have set up their preparations in the mountains early on.

Canglong half-crouched on the ground, inserted a probe into a hidden place, and shouted into the pager: "The east side has been arranged and is working normally."

This kind of detection needle can capture the existence of Qi within a certain range. If it is distributed around the venue, it can grasp the entry and exit of all the extraordinary people in the conference.

"Xiao Hua'er, with so many signal sources, won't there be false alarms?"

Zhi Jinhua, who was on the Shandong side of the mountain, replied: "Fatty, do you underestimate my skills?"

"But the conference is drawing to a close now. You don't need to worry too much about those who are leaving, but you must keep a close eye on those who are entering the mountain."

"Received!" Several people responded in unison via the pager.

Zhi Jinhua glanced at Lu Linglong beside her. Her alopecia wereata was drooping and her face with a cute blush was full of fatigue and worry.

"Don't worry Linglong, just let Mr. Lu rest at home, everything will be fine."

"Besides, Yan Huan promised that he would come to fill Mr. Lu's vacancy, so don't worry!" Zhi Jinhua patted Lu Linglong on the shoulder and comforted her.

By the way, it seems that I didn’t see Yan Huan all day yesterday...

clap clap clap!
Lu Linglong patted her cheeks a few times and cheered herself up.

"We must first help Grandpa and the old Taoist priest to prepare the layout of the mountain!"

Beep!Beep!
During the conversation, the movement of the detection needle was reported back to Zhi Jinhua. She took out the intercom and said, "Xi, Feng Xingtong. The needles near you two have reacted. What's going on?"

Eh?
Xi followed the path to the location that had just been arranged. Just as he came out of the dense forest, he saw two tall and thin people with light skin.

Both of them have big eyes, thin lips and very three-dimensional faces.

"Foreigners?" Xi blinked stupidly, "Are they tourists who got lost and went to the back mountain by mistake?"

It’s bad. I can’t speak English myself.

"Feng Xingtong!" Xi shouted to Lin Jian, "Tianxia Group is a big company. You must have attended many cram schools since you were a child. Why don't you try speaking a few words of English?"

"Ah?" Feng Xingtong, who had joined in the fun, emerged from the bushes and shook off the dust that covered his body.

At this time, the old man with white hair and long flowing beard spoke.

"It's okay. I know a little Chinese."

The old man's name is Isaac Taber, and he is the president of Flamel College in the UK. The black-haired man next to him is a tutor at Victor College and also Taber's most outstanding student.

Dean Taber is highly respected in the Western supernatural world. He is a good friend of the old Taoist priest Zhang Zhiwei when he visited Europe. He is powerful and has a charismatic personality.

It is for this reason that it is said that upon returning from his visit, the old Taoist priest clamored to learn English.

"Two little kids, may I ask where this Heavenly Master is now?"

"Uh..." Xi hesitated for a long time, and slowly put down the hand he had just raised.

Even if they are foreigners, it is difficult to tell their intentions, so it is better to act with caution.

But at this moment, Feng Xingtong pointed to the west and said, "The old Taoist priest is at the back of the venue over there."

"Huh?" Xi pulled him over, "I don't even know if he's an enemy or a friend..."

"It's okay!" Feng Xingtong smiled, "I trust the choice of the things this gentleman has."

Mentor Victor raised his head and extended his hand forward. A summoning circle with black patterns appeared on the back of his hand.

Black smoke rose slowly, and a red-eyed raven flapped its wings and landed on his shoulder.

"Sure enough, there are elves..." Feng Xingtong pursed her lips and nodded.

I don't know what to call this uncle in the West, magician? Wizard?
Mentor Victor looked at Feng Xingtong for a moment and said in broken Chinese: "It seems that you also have a familiar."

"Can you also gain agency over familiars' souls by establishing a companionship with them?"

"This..." Feng Xingtong scratched the back of his head awkwardly. The agency of the soul?

This is a very novel statement.

There are also big differences between the East and the West in their understanding of elves...

"I guess... I guess so..." Feng Xingtong said.

Anyway, it's just something like inviting a spirit to possess you, so saying it's almost the same isn't considered perfunctory.

"Such a lack of rigor in attitude is an insult to academics. Even the study of familiars is not a subject that can be easily fooled around with." Instructor Victor's meticulous tone carried the stern authority of a teacher, and Feng Xingtong immediately stood at attention.

"Yes! I'm sorry!" Feng Xingtong bowed to apologize and started thinking again.

Such a serious style...
"If Brother Huan were here, he would definitely have a different understanding. It turns out that I am still too dependent on 'Conscripting Spirits and Sending Generals'."

"Speaking of the Western elves' contract, what form does it take? Brother Huan is determined to collect elves from all over the world, so I wonder if these foreign elves are interested... After defeating Ding Shiman, he is the second in the national server, so what about the foreign servers?"

Feng Xingtong was lost in thought. Dean Taber smiled and shook his head when he saw this, then walked towards the venue with the students.

In the meeting hall behind the venue, before Zhang Zhiwei stepped out of the door, he saw two people walking towards him leisurely.

"Oh my, Dean Taber! Why are you here?"

"I'm worried about something, so I came out for a walk to find some inspiration. I just happened to arrive at the foot of your mountain and saw that a grand event was being held. It's a pity that I'm a little late!" Taber said with a smile.

"Master, I have some other ideas that I would like to discuss with you."

Taber pulled the old Taoist priest over and whispered something to him.

Zhang Zhiwei frowned and shook his head, saying, "I'm afraid I'll disappoint you..."

"It seems that we are both facing the same trouble..." Taber curled his lips and said worriedly.

"Forget it, let's talk about it later. Dean, you are not too late. Tomorrow two of the most outstanding young people will be vying for my inheritance qualification. Why don't you stay and see?" Zhang Zhiwei suggested.

"Since so many heroes are competing, the competition is bound to be exciting. Let's wait and see tomorrow. We should go and watch it now too." Taber said with a smile.

"Dean, your Chinese is getting better and better, with idioms one after another. Let's go and meet us, these outstanding young people!" Zhang Zhiwei took a step forward to lead the way, but before he walked out of the door, his steps suddenly froze.

The people competing on the field now seem to be...

At the Luotian Grand Ceremony, Zhang Chulan bared his teeth and said viciously to the somewhat slovenly woman in front of him: "Feng Baobao! Prepare to die!"

After saying that, he slowly raised his fist.

"Zhang~Chu~Lan~I'm going to~kill you!"

"what--"

Feng Baobao stretched out her tone and pressed the side of her face against the fist that was slowly being extended to her.

"Yeah!" Zhang Chulan gave a look and turned his head to the left.

"Oh oh!" Feng Baobao heard the sound and said, "Oh ——"

She then fell in the direction of the force, "What a powerful Zhang Chulan, I am no match for you——(reading)"

Baobao Feng uttered an "ugh", lowered her head and fell to the ground, then raised her hand to scratch her butt.

There was dead silence on the observation deck.

Dean Taber glanced at Zhang Zhiwei, whose face was filled with black lines, and nodded slightly, "Young people are to be feared, young people are to be feared!"

"Also, the atmosphere around your venue seems a little off. It seems like the audience is resentful of the people on stage..."

"Which one is this new disciple you mentioned? Point it out to me. Since he is your master's disciple, he must be a righteous and talented person, hahaha!"

"Cough, cough, cough!" Zhang Zhiwei pretended to cough a few times, "Let's go back and have some tea..."

(End of this chapter)