Monster Hunting High School

"——For the time being, we can no longer provide you with that kind of talisman bullet."

Zheng Qing shook his head apologetically.

He had already passed the time when he needed to sell his core abilities for a few hundred jade coins. The complicated work of Edge College and relevant departments also left him no time to get involved in such trivial matters. Even if he was willing to squeeze out some time to make a few talisman bullets for Trident Sword like he cared for his juniors, Trident Sword would not be qualified to accept them.

After all, those talisman bullets involved forbidden spells. When Zheng Qing's identity was unclear before, the relevant departments might have turned a blind eye. But now, Zheng Qing is one of the heads of the relevant departments. As a formal organization of the alliance, the Trident Sword cannot take the lead in violating the underlying tacit understanding and rules of the alliance.

"——If you can get the approval from the relevant department, we can talk about it."

After Zheng Qing politely refused, he added: "Of course, since I have no way to continue to perform the contract, if any damage is caused to the Trident, I am willing to bear the full cost..."

It is impossible to bear the responsibility.

Even if he was willing to give it, the Trident would not accept it. Even if the Trident was willing to accept it, the school and the other legends would be unhappy.

It's just that you have to have this attitude.

Sure enough, after hearing Zheng Qing's apology, Andrew's fat face turned pale: "No, no, just a joke... I mean, it would be best if you can continue to provide that kind of talisman bullet. If you can't provide it, it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter!"

Zheng Qing sighed slightly in his heart.

This is probably the biggest reality of the wizarding world - when you become a legend, or have the status of a legend, and gain greater freedom, you also lose a lot of freedom, such as the freedom to be equal to the "dust".

For low-level wizards, it is best for the Legends to do nothing.

Just like the story of the white paper and the ants that Zheng Qing had seen in Lao Yao's magic philosophy class, any action by the legends to interfere with this world would cause harm to this world - no matter whether they are well-intentioned or malicious - so it is best for them to do nothing and sit there quietly like a mountain.

Even the world of common people follows similar rules - only when the Holy Emperor rules with ease can the world be at peace - to use the words in the Tao Te Ching, 'ruling a big country is like cooking a small fish', and the legends are the embodiment of big countries.

"Just kidding."

The young legend patted Commissioner Trident's shoulder in a soothing manner, paused, and tried to restart an appropriate topic between the two. However, after thinking about it, he realized that his initial connection with Commissioner An was with Thomas. When he first came into contact with the wizarding world with Thomas, the scene of the two young wizards discussing the hunting competition with high spirits seemed to be still in front of him.

Zheng Qing sighed slightly: "——Is there any news about Thomas from the Trident?"

Andrew's mood became increasingly depressed.

“No.” He said in a somewhat bleak tone, lowering his head: “I’m sorry—I mean, although I can’t apologize to you on behalf of both of them, I’m really sorry.”

Zheng Qing then remembered that Andrew seemed to know Nikita.

In the end, there was nothing more to talk about between the two.

However, the silence caused by this implicit barrier was not obvious, because as Zheng Qing stood in this corner for a little longer, more and more wizards holding wine glasses came nearby, making the surroundings seem particularly lively.

At first, there were only a few witches. Perhaps they saw that the owner of Qingqiu Mansion was not around, so they boldly wandered in front of the young legend. Zheng Qing was very wise to keep a safe distance from them, and even if they communicated, it was just a polite clink of glasses.

Then there were several middle-aged wizards - some volunteered to become professors at the Marginal Academy; some claimed to have solved a certain magical problem and only needed Zheng Qing to provide a laboratory for verification; some asked indirectly whether there was any way to join the relevant department, and so on.

Finally, some prominent old wizards came.

Different from the simple greetings when they blessed Poseidon before, the old wizards who had chased to the edge of the party now had serious expressions, and it was obvious that they were there not just to say hello.

This is indeed the case.

The elders of the Black family, on behalf of the Wizarding Council and the aristocratic families in the Alliance, lodged an informal protest to Edge College, protesting against the college's recruitment of an ogre as a formal faculty member.

“——This is a silent degradation.”

The old wizard of the Black family had a heavy expression and spoke generously: "Those liches in the Withered Land also have reasons to say that the most important reason why the Alliance identified them as demons is that they eat people, but now we have recruited ogres into the school to serve as mentors for young wizards! The school can accept ogres, why can't it accept liches? Yesterday we accepted murlocs, today we accept ogres, will we accept liches tomorrow? In the end, will there be no difference between the fallen and the unfallen?"

"It's not that exaggerated. Professor Hannibal's information has been reviewed by the school committee and the professors' joint meeting. He has been a vegetarian since birth, and his magic power is even purer than most young wizards..." Zheng Qing explained absentmindedly - Professor Hannibal is the two-headed ogre that Korma recruited into the college - he couldn't help but complain in his heart that the school could tolerate a legendary demon as the dean, so how could they care about the title of 'ogre'.

Of course, the two wizards who were discussing this matter at the reception tacitly avoided the existence of a certain legendary demon, even though He was a very noteworthy case for both parties.

"——This matter has nothing to do with the review or whether the magic power is pure or not."

The elders of the Black family insisted on their point of view: "A thousand-mile dam is destroyed by an ant hole. The school is the place to cultivate the next generation of the backbone of the alliance. If we let a rat shit fall into the soup, it will affect the views of an entire generation!"

“Ideas are constantly changing.”

Korma's slightly sarcastic voice sounded nearby: "A thousand years ago, wizards hung vampire skulls in the living room; five hundred years ago, it was fashionable to peel off the scalps of shamans; three hundred years ago, murlocs were demons that any wizard could kill at will... What about now? The vampires are our helpers, the shamans are our colleagues, and the murlocs live in the Linzhong Lake of the school, blowing bubbles and playing every day. Is this a degeneration or a progress? If the next generation of the alliance only sticks to their old ways and blindly follows the ancient traditions, then this alliance will only become a stagnant pool of water, slowly evaporating in the sun."

This is very polite wording.

Zheng Qing felt that if Korma had been like before, he would definitely not have used the example of "dead water" in his last sentence, but would have pointed at the old wizard and cursed him as a "dry bone in a tomb."