Chapter 2746: Chapter 967: The Black Dragon Emerges!
Monday, May 3rd.
Cloudy.
Guardian: Xuanwu, Conflicts with Goat, Evil Spirits: East, Wealth God: Direct South.
Suitable for: Cleaning, demolition of old buildings, avoid doing anything else;
Avoid: Anything else.
Zheng Qing woke up in the morning and found ’avoid doing anything else’ and ’avoid anything’ when checking the Old Huang Calendar, which made him hesitate about last night’s plan.
But he only hesitated for a few seconds before shaking his head and giving a self-mocking smile.
Although many wizards still look at the Old Huang Calendar, very few strictly adhere to its advice due to its outdatedness, which cannot encompass what modern life requires.
People mostly flip through it out of habit.
However, to say that the advice in the Old Huang Calendar is completely ineffective is not entirely true. It’s important to know that a significant portion of today’s magic is categorized by wizards into the field of ’mysticism’ because this part of magic cannot be fully explained with existing theories.
The advice in the Old Huang Calendar is among that.
In short, looking at the Old Huang Calendar is like tossing salt over your shoulder or knocking on wood after hearing something ominous, even among the wizard community, it’s considered a part of mysticism.
As for the plan from last night.
After meeting with Milly Wizard of the Trident Sword yesterday, Zheng Qing planned on quickly completing this month’s supply contract. For this reason, he ended his early class today ahead of time, didn’t go to the library or classroom, but made a detour to the Trident Sword’s Beta Town office, hoping to finish the Blood Symbol Bullet transaction before his first class.
The Trident Sword office is located at the intersection of three streets in Beta Town, with a small square outside; its entrance is low-profile.
It was early, and there were few pedestrians on the street, but since it was nearly the beginning of summer, vitality was abundant in the world, the thin morning mist and distant low bird calls intertwined, under the influence of magic power, twisting into faint white elf shadows around a foot high, frolicking and playing in the open space.
When someone approached, they would silently shatter like foam in the sunlight, scattering colorful rainbows on the ground.
Zheng Qing, without the mood to admire this rare magical sight, wore his Armor Horse Charm, only focused on rushing to his destination.
However, when he hurriedly arrived at the Trident Sword office, he found the door half-opened, but not fully ajar, with a suspicious dark red stain at the entrance.
This made his heart skip a beat, thinking it can’t be.
——His luck can’t be this bad!
——Is the Old Huang Calendar going to be accurate again?
——Who to reason with about this!
As these thoughts flashed through his mind, Zheng Qing had already drawn the Colt Python, turning to the Law book. At the final chamber of the talisman gun rested a Blood Symbol Bullet, while the Law book opened to the page of the Binding Spell he was most familiar with. The Haha Beads on his left wrist slightly trembled in the sunlight, seemingly ready to fall off the next moment.
The Black Gem Cat, much like a real cat, emerged from the boy’s hood, placing its front paws on his shoulder, watching the thin crack of the door intently, both tense and excited.
Right now, Zheng Qing was extremely, extremely, extremely averse to trouble.
But as a teaching assistant at the First University, to knowingly ignore anomalies would violate professional ethics.
With such resentment, the boy gripped the gun, and like any visitor would do, politely knocked on the door—this is the basic principle when entering a wizard’s room, regardless if anyone is inside.
"Is anyone there?"
The young assistant lowered his voice and called softly.
No response came from inside the door.
Zheng Qing felt a bit agitated, quickly glanced around; at this time, there was not a single person visible on the street, even those playful morning mist elves seemed to have sensed the unsettling atmosphere, dispersing completely.
After hesitating for a moment, he finally hardened his resolve, took a few steps forward, and cautiously peeked inside the door.
Then someone tapped him on the shoulder from behind.
"Ah, my god!"
The startled boy instinctively turned the gun barrel, ready to pull the trigger.
"Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Easy!"
A familiar voice shouted from behind him, almost simultaneously, Zheng Qing’s trigger finger was pressed down, the gun barrel pushed upwards, and the opened Law book was also held down by a large hand, stopping the restless magic power fluctuations.
The Haha Beads clattered to the ground, but before completely taking shape, they were forcibly summoned back by their owner, for Zheng Qing had already seen the face of the person blocking him.
The person sounded almost as frightened as the young assistant, Commissioner Andrew, the short and fat man in charge of the Trident Sword’s Beta Town office.
"Is this some new way to greet people?"
Nervously, Andrew’s voice resembled a duck being strangled, quite sharp: "—Is it now popular at school to greet by shooting? You don’t have those terrifying bullets in that gun, right!"
He kept glancing nervously at the talisman gun in Zheng Qing’s hand, his pudgy nose tip already showing a bead of sweat, as if the next second he might witness the entire office disappearing from Beta Town.
"You’re still alive?"
Zheng Qing let out a heavy sigh of relief, hastily explaining: "...No, the earlier bullets in the gun are regular talisman bullets, Evil Repelling Bullets and Binding Bullets, ordinary ones."
"I’m alive? What a fresh question!"
The short, fat wizard also let out a heavy sigh, rolled his eyes dramatically, snorted a sentence from his nose: "—Want me to toss some exorcism talismans on myself, check if I’m a transformed evil spirit?"
Zheng Qing almost forgot about this episode.
Noticing the boy’s slightly eager eyes, the Trident Sword’s commissioner grew slightly annoyed, slapping his own chest forcefully.
"See what this is? The Trident Sword badge! A shiny Trident Sword badge!"
Saying so, he also stretched out his short, thick finger, poking the boy’s chest hard: "—Just like your Jiuyou Academy’s badge! Even if an evil spirit stole it, it couldn’t wear it... If worn forcibly, either the evil spirit would vanish into smoke, or the badge would dull. What are students thinking these days?"
Death, blood, and endless reports.
Zheng Qing answered internally.
His face squeezed out a bit of embarrassment, forced a dry laugh and said: "—Can’t blame me for this. The tension is high now; the Old Huang Calendar said nothing suitable... I came and saw a blood stain at your entrance, door half-open, who knows what happened."
"Tension high? Now?"
Andrew looked puzzled, paused, glanced again at the boy’s expression, suddenly showing a hint of realization: "Oh, right, I almost forgot... No wonder... I’ve heard about Thomas’s incident too. His actions were indeed unprincipled."
Zheng Qing pursed his lips.
He then remembered that Andrew seemed to have quite a good relationship with Thomas; their conversations back in the Great Ming Pavilion when facing the Wild Demon were still vivid.
Andrew comfortingly patted the boy’s shoulder, blew his nose vigorously, then glanced at the dark red on the doorstep: "—Besides, that’s not blood; I accidentally spilled some red wine this morning. You know, breakfast spilled, so I went out to buy a new bottle... Want some? Calm the nerves."
He raised the paper bag clutched in his other hand, the slender neck indicating to Zheng Qing exactly what it contained.
Zheng Qing’s nostrils twitched faintly.
Indeed, he could smell a faint scent of wine spreading in the air.
It was undoubtedly a misunderstanding.
He pulled back the trigger of the talisman gun, closed the Law book, the look on his face equally bemused as Andrew’s—this chubby guy dares to say he’s not normal? Who in their right mind drinks wine for breakfast?
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