The yellow raccoon duck ducked away.
The elves that had just been hung on it were thrown into the air and fell onto the hard desk. They made painful sounds one after another, causing the other elves to burst into laughter.
The fat cat Tuan Tuan doesn't have as big a heart as the elves.
After waiting for the remaining sound in the air to completely dissipate, it touched its chest and took a few breaths to regain its strength.
"Why did the Rat Immortal provoke this ancestor?"
The chubby cat’s face was wrinkled into a ball, and its meow was full of confusion:
"I remember that the mouse was always very cautious in doing things... Also, who is the other 'volleyball'? It always feels familiar... What is the 'glass ball' floating next to it just now? There seems to be another one inside. A small tree? It looks fun... I also want a glass ball."
Hooray!
The only tightly closed curtain in the dormitory was torn open.
Dylan opened the lid of the coffin, revealing a pair of sleepy eyes. He wandered around the dormitory blankly for a moment, and finally settled on the fat cat: "Hey, Tuan Tuan, who is here? I just heard a strange cat meowing. ...Are they your relatives?"
As he spoke, he sniffed and his tone became more distressed:
"Hiss...it seems to have a strange smell, but it doesn't seem to be..."
Hey, what a joke!
If you notice it so easily, the boss is no longer a boss.
The fat cat raised his chin, glanced disdainfully at the vampire werewolf, ignored him, turned around and lay down on Fatty Xin's pillow again. When the elves saw that the 'sleeper' was laid out again, they cheered and hung it up again.
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North District of Beta Town, Gudiao Street.
The open space outside Sakura Tavern.
The members of the Gini Hut gathered together in twos and threes, looking worriedly at the closed wooden door on the second floor of the tavern. Colma and Catherine have been in the house for more than half an hour, and there has been no news.
"Do you feel that my sister is not in a good state today?" A girl wearing sleeves asked her companions in a low voice, with some worry in her tone: "I feel a lot colder than usual..."
"Maybe it's because she has a new hairstyle?" A boy replied carelessly.
"Yes," another girl glanced at the wooden door on the second floor, with a hint of envy in her eyes: "The silver-white hair is so beautiful, I want it too..."
"Is now the time to worry about hair color? If Catherine is injured, what will happen to her parents? What will happen to her two younger brothers? The number of experiments this month has exceeded the limit, and the club's aid fund is said to have bottomed out."
"Really? Do I still want to come to the next club meeting?"
"It must be true. Kathy's mother is so shrewd. She must have gotten some information from her eldest sister... Otherwise, there is still a month until the wedding. How could she ask for leave? There are so many things that need to be prepared. ?”
"Marcy and Laurie also took time off to help. They have a good relationship with Kathy, so they must know something..."
The young magicians were discussing worriedly, and the more they talked, the more worried they became. Many people had moved to the edge of the small courtyard involuntarily, as if they would rush out the next moment.
All choices have nothing to do with loyalty. In the North District of Beta Town, concepts such as loyalty, compassion or compassion are a luxury. The magicians living in this community are most exposed to struggles and choices.
Struggling in difficult situations and making choices in desperate situations.
Every move they make reveals the unique shrewdness and calculation of the North District people, but beyond calculation, they also possess a fierce quality that ordinary ordinary people do not possess. That was the nourishment they learned in the silent forest.
Just like Catherine, her boldness or bravery in front of Colma is not based on corresponding qualities, but based on her positioning of herself and the best choice she can make when facing difficulties.
The chaos in the small courtyard ended with a 'squeak'.
The wooden door on the second floor of the Cherry Blossom Tavern was pushed open with a creaking sound. Colma took Catherine's hand and walked out. The young magicians waiting in the yard stretched their necks and looked behind the owner of the cabin. On the gray robed female magician.
Compared with before, Catherine's appearance has not changed much, except that there is a tadpole-shaped black mark on her forehead similar to Kolma's, and a strand of hair has turned silvery white.
Other than that, she was in almost the same state as most of the magicians who had served as experimental assistants—following Kolma stiffly, her face pale, and her eyes a little dull.
He looked like his brain had been burned out.
This reaction was not beyond the expectations of the onlookers - in comparison, just a certain degree of confusion in the mind is a relatively good result. Many times, out-of-control magic experiments will take away certain parts of the experimenter. For the magicians, the result is even more tragic.
Just as the young magicians downstairs were feeling sad, Colma pulled Catherine to a stop on the small balcony at the top of the stairs.
She quietly looked down at the magicians downstairs.
It was as if they wanted to imprint their current fear, current uneasiness, and current suppressed resentment in their minds.
Her eyes were shining.
Then she took out a simple Dharma book from her arms, turned around, and stuffed it into Catherine's hands.
"Will it work?" she asked.
There was a little more sparkle in Catherine's blank eyes.
"meeting."
Although he has no ability to cast spells, it does not mean that he has completely lost his dream. Every magician, when they are young, dreams of what they will do when they hold a book of magic. Even if many magicians cannot cast magic, they still memorize a few simple spells.
As the old saying goes, you still have to have dreams, what if they come true?
After hearing Catherine's answer, Colma nodded with satisfaction, then took out another quill and put it into the hands of the gray-robed female magician:
"try it."
With trembling hands, Catherine took the quill and the simple Dharma book there.
The young magicians who were watching downstairs were like a group of ducks with their throats strangled. They all held their breath and stared blankly at the girl in gray robe who had been sentenced to death before. She picked up the quill and opened the magic book. He skillfully copied the spells on the Dharma books.
This is not how a person with a burned-out brain should behave.
After realizing this, looking at the actions of Colma and Catherine, the smart guy seemed to have realized something. This 'awareness' seems to be contagious. Not long after, all the jugglers in the yard began to breathe heavily and looked intently at the small balcony on the second floor.
After a while, the incantation was completed.
Catherine held the Dharma book carefully, her hands trembling as if she were holding the whole world.
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