Monster Hunting High School

"See you later." Andrew waved to Thomas with a smile, then patted Zheng Qing on the shoulder, and disappeared without a trace with a pop.

The sound really sounded like farts, Zheng Qing thought maliciously as he felt sorry for his talisman paper.

The three-pronged sword finally stated that it could not compensate Zheng Qing for the meditation charm he lost.

According to Andrew's explanation, Zheng Qing's use of the talisman was an act of self-defense, and it was not that the Trident Sword commandeered his talisman. So in theory, the Bureau of Investigation will not be responsible for compensation for such losses.

However, before leaving, Andrew asked Thomas for Zheng Qing's identity information and planned to apply for an honorary certificate for Zheng Qing.

"No matter what, you prevented this wild monster from causing further harm. This behavior will definitely be reflected in the bureau." Before leaving, the short and fat black-robed wizard vigorously patted Zheng Qing on the shoulder and smiled brightly: "Maybe you can win a Merlin Bronze Medal, and even if things don't work out, you'll be awarded the title 'Advanced Individual with Courage for Righteousness'. This will be of great benefit to your year-end evaluation."

Zheng Qing knew nothing about these honorary titles.

He only felt sorry for the talisman hanging on the pig's nose.

"Luckily, I didn't get hurt, and I saw such an exciting scene." Thomas watched Zheng Qing say goodbye to the tree sperm, and sighed: "I can get the honorary certificate before enrolling in school."

"You won't be in trouble when you cast that spell." Zheng Qing recalled what the commissioners of the Three-Chased Sword had said before, and felt a little uneasy: "I basically didn't do anything, and you were the real hero who stopped that monster. If the school... It’s so unfair to punish you.”

"Who said I would be punished?" Thomas raised his eyebrows with a smile in his eyes: "It's just that you need to report the use of high-risk magic, because this type of magic usually has a certain impact on the stability of time and space in the place where it is used. Relevant departments will conduct further inspections and repairs.”

Zheng Qing stuffed the remaining handful of rat food into the tree sperm's paws.

He stood up and sighed deeply.

He felt a little unmotivated.

It turns out that the magical world is not as free as I thought.

Maybe it was because Thomas had to fill out an incident report after using a spell.

Maybe it's the Wizards' Union, various parliaments, the Three-pronged Sword, the Security Bureau, the Management Committee and other inexplicable institutions.

Zheng Qing felt that he had just jumped from one circle to another.

The circles may have gotten fancier.

But it's actually still a circle.

In fantasy, wizards should wear long robes and guard their laboratories all year round, letting the elves at home clean and handle housework. When he has nothing to do, he raises a three-headed dog for fun; on a whim, he kills a fire dragon and eats it with wine; when he sees an uneven road, he pulls out his magic wand and casts spells; occasionally when he has a small grudge, he draws a circle and curses him.

If you can't do whatever you want and your wishes come true, what is magic?

"There is no difference between the magical real world and the outside world." Zheng Qing said gloomily: "I originally thought that magic can be used casually. If you see someone you don't like, you can open the book of magic and turn him into a pig."

"Of course not," Thomas frowned slightly, glanced at Zheng Qing sternly with his green eyes, and said, "Maybe you should prepare a copy of the "Encyclopedia of the Wizarding World", a version released by the Quality Education Office of the Wizards Alliance Education Committee . It should be very useful to you. Randomly flipping the law book against other wizards is a serious provocation and will be fined from one hundred coppers to ten gold beans. If the circumstances are serious, you will be detained by the Public Security Bureau for fifteen days! "

Zheng Qing sighed again.

Thomas didn't take Zheng Qing very far.

After turning two corners, the two stopped in front of a huge wooden clock.

The clock is about two meters high, with simple lines and no unnecessary decoration. It is painted in maroon color, making the shape more stable and heavy. The dial is white with Roman numerals reinforced with black copper sleeves. There is no heavy hammer hanging under the dial like other mechanical clocks, only a polished copper pendulum hanging from a very thin silk thread.

As soon as he stopped, the extremely bright copper-faced pendulum swung, and at the same time, the clock sounded the melodious Westminster Abbey music.

Zheng Qing is very familiar with this bell.

There is an old-fashioned walnut clock in my grandfather's study, and this music plays every time it chimes on the hour.

According to my grandfather, this bell is the bell of Big Ben in England. Because it is elegant and solemn, it is used by many clocks.

"Isn't this our music over there?" Zheng Qing said in surprise.

"This is the blessing music of the ascetic monks. It is popular among you because the ascetic monks want to pray for more people." Thomas took out his mobile phone-like instrument and looked at it for a long time, and finally nodded: " time up."

Zheng Qing looked at the time on the clock. It was seventeen o'clock in the afternoon.

After thinking about it, he took out his pocket watch and got the time right.

"Not a bad habit." Thomas nodded: "For wizards, nothing is more important than time."

Zheng Qing silently put away his pocket watch.

The gentleman also said this to himself.

Thomas opened the glass door of the big clock, pushed Zheng Qing, and said, "Go in."

"What is this?" Zheng Qing pushed aside the thin wire hanging the copper pendulum and looked inside.

It was quiet inside the clock, and the pendulum did not swing.

"Wizards generally call it the 'Big Clock'." Thomas followed Zheng Qing and squeezed into the clock. He closed the glass door behind him and said in a low voice, "Do you understand it as a means of rapid transportation or alchemy?" Solidified 'escape' can be used."

"Does that mean you can go back to my home from here?" Zheng Qing understood a little bit.

Thomas didn't speak. He was squinting and looking at the silver-white dial.

"This is the seventeen o'clock station." He murmured to himself, took out a brass key from behind the dial, inserted it into the opening at the bottom of the dial, and turned it twice.

Zheng Qing heard the clock chirp, and then the clock ticked.

"Touch, see if there is a doorknob on the wall behind you!" Thomas's voice trembled a little amid the ticking of the clock.

Zheng Qing groped in the dark and held a round door handle.

"Found it!" His voice sounded very loud in the narrow clock base.

"Twist, push the door open and go out." Thomas shouted hurriedly from behind: "We only have one minute, if we don't go out quickly, the music from Westminster Abbey will deafen us."

When he opened the door, he saw a dark corridor with a faint light in the distance.

The air in the corridor seemed a little damp and turbid, but the smell felt very familiar to Zheng Qing.

There was the sound of Thomas closing the door behind him.

Zheng Qing vaguely heard the bells of Westminster Abbey ringing again.

"What did you mean by the seventeen o'clock station just now?" Zheng Qing didn't like this dark environment. He tried to look at the light in front of him to make his voice less nervous.

"The Grand Clock is a fixed station set up by the Wizards' Alliance all over the world. There are twelve hours and seven hundred and twenty minutes on the dial, one station every minute, a total of seven hundred and twenty large clocks. The one we just passed was seventeen o'clock sharp station."

"Sounds very complicated." Zheng Qing muttered.

After walking for a distance in the dark and following the light source, Zheng Qing saw a familiar staircase when he turned a corner.

"Were we in the basement just now!" He shouted in surprise: "I didn't even know there was such a place in my basement!"

"You really don't have one in your basement." Thomas followed him to the stairs. He patted the dust on his head, dusted off the cobwebs on his robe, and complained: "Originally, I wanted to go directly to your bedroom, but all the doors in your house probably couldn't be opened, so I had to choose the basement."

Zheng Qing blinked and remembered.

I used to have nothing to do, so I put many talismans on the doors, windows, walls, and corners of my home.

Perhaps these talismans interfered with the positioning of the clock.

"Next I will go to the north to have a look. I may not have time to contact you recently." Thomas repeatedly warned: "Remember the flight to Chang'an Airport on August 31st. Remember, this is the only flight. I missed it. If so, you don't have to go. Don't expect the school to violate the 37 "Basic Management Rules for Wizards" for a new student, and don't expect the school to open the protective formation twice in one year."

"You haven't bought me that standard timer yet." Seeing that Thomas was about to disappear, Zheng Qing suddenly remembered the book list and couldn't help shouting.

"The pocket watch hanging around your neck is good..." Thomas's voice became more and more ethereal as the figure faded, until it disappeared.

Zheng Qing sighed and took out the pocket watch hanging around his neck.

Afternoon time, 17:01:38.