Chapter 11 Congratulations

In the afternoon of early winter, although the sun is still shining brightly, there is already a bit of chill in the air that cannot be eliminated.

Leaving the crowds of people on the pedestrian street and turning into a narrow alley beside the street, what Zheng Qing saw was no longer the lush green he saw when he first came here, but the golden and red fallen leaves all over the ground.

The alley is still very deep and quiet. However, the moss-covered corners of the wall gradually lost their moisture in the dry and cold air; there were no more rustling insects in the cracked cracks in the bluestone slabs underfoot. Mixed with the silent high wall on the left and the quiet buildings on the right, it becomes more and more desolate and lonely.

The young public-funded student stepped on the dead leaves and ran all the way. After a while, he came to the familiar black door.

Compared with the first time we came here, the appearance of the 'Institute of Abnormal Life' now looks much neater and cleaner than before.

The rust on the iron door was cleaned up, the slender white door number was painted, and the gold foil between the large characters on it was neatly re-pasted; the two talisman boards hanging on both sides of the door were re-invited. The door gods, Shen Tu and Yu Lei were sitting in the middle with golden swords, looking at the door seriously - I don't know since when, Zheng Qing rarely saw these door gods playing cards on the wall - even Yu The white tiger with golden eyes at the foot of the base had its tail erect and walked back and forth between the talisman boards with its teeth bared, looking like it was devoted to its duty.

The ivy hanging on the green and black walls to the left and right of the iron gate have also been neatly repaired. Perhaps because the climate is relatively mild, even though it is already early winter, the leaves of these vines have not yet fallen off. They are orange, red, yellow, and various colors. Different leaves hang on the blue-black wall, which creates a strange vitality.

The door is not locked, but has a small crack. If someone who is not familiar with it sees it, they will think that the door is closed. In other words, Zheng Qing had come and gone many times and was not fooled by this small gap.

He stood at the door, hesitated for a moment, and put his head close to the slit to take a look.

As expected, no one stared at him at the door.

The young public-funded student hesitated for a few seconds, finally sighed and looked down at the box in his arms.

"I will be scolded soon, you need to say something nice for me..."

The elves were still sleeping soundly in their respective beds, showing no response to the young wizard's prayers. Zheng Qing curled his lips and finally did not knock on the door again. Instead, he squeezed with his feet to open the door a little wider, and then slipped in through the crack in the door.

It wasn't that he was rude, but he came and went many times, and he got to know Dr. Duzem a lot, and he knew that the doctor hated the red tape the most. And he also knew that this crack in the door was originally reserved for him - it meant that he would stop knocking and making noise.

Because it had been re-oiled, the iron door made no sound when it was opened. Even if Zheng Qing closed the door again with his foot, it did not make much noise.

The courtyard was as quiet as ever.

Zheng Qing held the box and involuntarily stood on tiptoes when walking, trying to reduce his sense of presence. Although he also knew that this was just deceiving others, sometimes people always like to deceive themselves.

I walked to the door of the study in a familiar way. I didn't even see a ghost along the way. Of course, it is indeed very difficult to see a ghost in a wizard's home. Unlike the ajar door, the door of the study was ajar. The door was completely open.

The young public-funded student stretched his head and stretched his neck in, and happened to make eye contact with the yellow bird in the birdcage hanging by the window.

The little bird blinked, flapped its wings, opened its little mouth and sang happily: "I have a pair of small eyes. I can always see clearly. I put my head in the door and step softly at the door..."

Zheng Qing secretly shouted "bad thing" in his heart, and when he turned his eyes, the two people in the room had already looked over.

"You came a little late today."

Jiang Yu turned back and glanced at him. There didn't seem to be too much blame in her tone, but there was a vague feeling of...relaxation? Zheng Qing didn't know if he was delusional.

"I went to talk to the wandering wizard about something... that old man was too ink-black." Zheng Qing quickly explained the reason for being late, and at the same time placed the cardboard box in his arms on Dr. Duzem's desk.

When he put down the cardboard box, he caught a glimpse of a small bottle placed on the edge of the table from the corner of his eye. The bottle was placed between the witch and the doctor. It contained some translucent liquid.

But when he turned around and looked again, the small bottle had disappeared without a trace, as if it had just been his illusion.

Compared with the witch, the attitude of the owner of the study is a bit cold - or in other words, from the time Zheng Qing appeared until now, Dr. Duzem has always frowned, not knowing what he was thinking, and did not say hello to Zheng Qing.

It wasn't until Zheng Qing put down the box that the doctor seemed to be awakened and raised his head to glance at the young public-funded student.

Then he turned his face and looked at Jiang Yu.

"Are you really sure? You know, the risk of targeted conversion is very high..."

"I'm very sure, sir." Jiang Yu interrupted the doctor very rudely, looked out the window, and said in a very firm tone: "This is my request... We have talked about it many times before."

"Okay...if you insist." Dr. Duzem looked a little helpless. He sighed deeply, stretched out his fingers to pick out his eyeballs, threw them into the eyewash next to him, and muttered: " If your grandma knew about this, she would definitely stew me..."

Zheng Qing listened to the unclear conversation between the two, and suddenly remembered the reference books that Jiang Yu had borrowed before. He raised his eyebrows and vaguely realized that something had happened.

But before he could ask, Jiang Yu took out a wooden box tied with a red ribbon from Kun's bag and stuffed it into the arms of the young public-funded student.

"You won first place in the freshmen competition, and I haven't formally congratulated you yet." The witch said with a smile. Sensing the boy's surprised expression, she immediately added: "This is a congratulation...according to Our 'rules are that in this case it must be given to a friend."

Zheng Qing held the wooden box and was stunned, with a complicated expression.

The 'us' in Jiang Yu's mouth does not refer to him, but to the circle where the 'family wizards' belong. From this perspective, she gave Zheng Qing a congratulatory gift that Zheng Qing found hard to refuse.

"Why don't you open it and take a look?" The witch looked at him holding the gift box, couldn't help but smile, and urged.

Zheng Qing smiled bitterly, pulled off the ribbon on the box, and opened the wooden box.

There is a greeting card in the box.

Under the greeting card is a revolver with a blue-black body and a wooden handle. It looks simple and heavy, but exudes a faint aura.