"Are those two dark wizards related to crows?" Korma put his chin on one arm, then stretched out his other hand, hooked his fingers, and motioned for the black cat to come closer.
The black cat pretended not to see it, lowered his head and nibbled a beef nugget on the plate, and replied with a whisper: "...No, I mean, there is no evidence that..."
Then it felt its neck tighten and its body feel light. It subconsciously curled up its limbs and raised its tail.
When it came back to its senses, it was annoyed to find that a certain great wizard was making a sneak attack while others were not paying attention. He was holding it by the back of its neck and caught it in front of him.
The black cat chewed the tasteless beef cubes in his mouth and swallowed it hard. He was about to curse at the top of his lungs when he suddenly felt a soft finger blocking his mouth.
"It is a well-known fact that in areas with low magic levels, black magic will be relatively prevalent."
Kolma signaled the black cat to shut up and analyzed with a serious face - as if the hand holding the black cat now was not hers - the black cat was annoyed and powerless, and could only curl up its paws, bend its ears, and be patient. Xingzi listened and continued:
"...This is because too many wizards who want to improve their magic level will look for 'third party' help, will look for 'shortcuts', and want to use less magic power to achieve greater magic effects. This demand is very It's reasonable, but it doesn't mean we have anything to do with those crows.
The crows may have been to the North District, or they may not have been. This is not the focus of your investigation. What you should be looking for is what the crow is trying to do where it built its nest...rather than looking for trouble where it is feeding. "
"I'm not causing trouble for you, I'm just asking about the situation!"
The black cat first corrected the witch's inappropriate wording, and then realized that her current posture was a bit bad. She immediately straightened her face and said coldly: "Put me down first!"
The words originally had a somewhat commanding tone, which should sound tough, but when coupled with a cat curling its claws in someone else's hand, the persuasiveness suddenly dropped greatly.
The great wizard of the North District, who was holding his chin with one hand, seemed to have just come to his senses and noticed the black cat he was carrying.
"Ah, sorry, sorry!"
She immediately let go of the black cat's neck, watched it land steadily in front of her, shook its fur vigorously, and then added with a smile: "Well, I just felt that I need to keep my head down when chatting with you. It’s not good for the cervical spine... so I want you to look at my level... I don’t have any bad intentions.”
When she said this, she smiled brightly.
The convincingness of her explanation was greatly reduced.
When she let go, her fingertips brushed behind the black cat's ear intentionally or unintentionally, and seemed to scratch it quietly. The black cat was a little unsure, and it only felt an electric shock from the back of its head to the tip of its tail. All four paws are numb.
It took a while before it got out of this bad state.
This made the tone of his subsequent questions even weaker.
"Have you really never dealt with crows? Or, do you know who might be a crow?" When asking these two questions, Black Cat seemed a little unsure.
But to its surprise, Kolma was silent for a long time this time.
It took so long that the black cat was about to fall asleep, and then the witch spoke again in a very soft voice:
"Before last year, North District was still a place where everyone could take out the intestines of strangers and use them as belts. But now, many people will say 'good morning', 'good afternoon' and 'good evening' when they meet...a very gratifying improvement. Isn’t it?”
Although that was true, it didn't seem to have much to do with the black cat's problem. It had to prick up its ears and carefully figure out the meaning of every word of the witch.
Soon, it realized that there was no need for this, because although the witch's next words were somewhat metaphorical, they almost directly expressed the attitude of the North District wizard:
"...the word magic once destroyed this neighborhood, but it also brought hope to this neighborhood again. It's just that this hope is too weak, like a small flame in the storm, a slightly larger raindrop falling Up there, it will be completely doused...I don’t have any extravagant ideas, I just want to avoid this unreasonable heavy rain.”
The black cat lowered his head, but his ears were still erect.
It wasn't until it was sure that the witch had nothing to say that it raised its head and asked with certainty: "If I understand correctly, you know a little bit about crows... but you can't tell me, right?"
"No, I do not know."
Kolma answered very quickly, very firmly, and her eyes were very firm.
The black cat had to raise two paws, with a hint of helplessness on his expression: "Okay, okay, I know what you mean, you don't know anything... The first principle is not to cause trouble, I don't know anything."
"The second principle is, don't believe what a woman says easily." The great wizard of the North District winked playfully.
"Thanks, very useful principle."
Black Cat mumbled, trying hard to steer the conversation: "But we really need a little support right now. So, what can I do to get you to give me some clues?"
"Kick Councilor Su, marry me, and then have a kitten together?" Kolma tilted her head, with a thoughtful look on her face. Soon, she saw the white hairs exploding on the black cat's face. , immediately burst out laughing: "Just a joke, just a joke... I don't want to be beaten up by a group of old foxes... I mean, no matter what you do, I don't know any clues about crows. , have no idea at all!”
Her eyes were extremely sincere.
But Black Cat didn't believe a single punctuation mark - after all, it was her who just said it, don't believe a woman's words.
"Okay," it drooped its ears and turned around dejectedly, preparing to leave this crazy guy: "Anyway, thank you very much for the beef jerky, apple juice and the robe..."
"If I were you……"
The voice coming from behind immediately made the black cat regain his energy and turned around.
The witch on the high-backed chair had picked up a document again, dipped the quill in the ink bottle, and glanced at it: "I will let the hunting team continue to chase the crows' feeding grounds..." I have been chasing him until before the start of school, and the mission is forcibly ended... and then I apply to the school to change to a league-designated mission."
"I don't want to fail on the first mission."
"A mission that is forcibly ended is not considered a failure... It is better than being used as a gunman." The witch finally couldn't help it and reminded: "This kind of mission involving black magic experiments and black wizard organizations should not be handed over in the first place. Give it to a young hunting team that has just been established... Even if your resume is outstanding among students, it is not enough in the eyes of the Trident Sword and the school's truly elite hunting team. I even doubt whether the school's assistant teaching team is qualified to take this job. Task."
