"This place fills in the team of your choice."

"Here, check a few times, including your guess on the hunting time, guess on the prey escape time, and the time you filled in the lottery ticket... Each time has a different weight in the final calculation formula, so try to Choose carefully."

"Finally, there is here," half of his face turned over the parchment in Zheng Qing's hand, pointed to a blank on the back, and prompted: "Here, fill in your bet...well, you just gave me Five silver horns, eighteen coppers, do you plan to invest only that much?"

Zheng Qing glanced at other people's bets.

Zhang Jixin is worthy of being a child of the family, and he easily threw out five jade coins; Fatty Xin was a little more cautious, but he also wrote two jade coins; even Dr. Xiao, who is always shabby on weekdays, filled five golden beans.

"Cough cough," the young public student's ears were a little hot, he coughed softly twice, and subconsciously said: "I didn't bring much cash today..."

"Anything is okay, there is no limit to money." Half of his face smiled and added.

"Anything?" Zheng Qing raised his eyebrows, a little curious: "Is it okay to bet any? Do you still collect souls here, hahaha..."

It seemed that his thoughts were a bit exaggerated, and the young wizard couldn't help laughing out loud.

Half of his face didn't seem to find Zheng Qing's statement funny.

He tilted his head, his chin wrinkled slightly, as if entangled in something.

After the laughter of the public-sponsored student stopped, the conscientious businessman raised his three fingers and slowly said: "First of all, it is the winnings, not the bet... This must be remembered, we do not gamble.

Zheng Qing looked at him with a smile, and nodded repeatedly.

Taboo and beautification are understandable. Just as the Taoist priests called the saliva "Yujin" and "Liquan" and the nose as "Lu" and "Zhongyue"; the monks called the baiji robes as the "Gongfu clothing" robes"; Confucian scholars called Confucius' chat and chat It's the same as "the most famous saying"-in short, how nice to say how to say it.

"Secondly, the wandering wizard does not restrict whether these contracts can be filled with'soul'." Half a face said to Zheng Qing very sincerely: "So, theoretically, you can press your own soul in... But based on "The Wizard In consideration of the Code, I suggest that you don't fill in this kind of bonus casually, it will easily cause trouble for everyone..."

Zheng Qing looked at half of his face in horror, but found that there seemed to be no joking in his tone.

"Finally, the wandering wizard once said that he can accept any form of prize money, and swear in the name of Satan, and the emperor and the earth will learn from them." It seems that in order to strengthen the persuasiveness of the language, half of his face lowered his head. Tugged at his hood, expressing solemnity.

"It's really magical." The young public servant murmured softly, reached out his hand in the gray cloth bag and fumbled, suddenly his eyes lit up, and he looked up at the "half face": "Can I squeeze three credits?"

"Ho!" Half of his face raised his head in surprise.

Zheng Qing inadvertently caught a pair of blue and green eyes, like a refined Persian cat.

These are eyes that make him feel a little familiar.

Soon, he pulled out the impression from his own memory.

It was after he became a cat for the first time and slipped out of the dormitory from the balcony. He had seen these guys on the hazel tree downstairs. At that time, he was being provoked by a two-tailed squirrel, and a few young wizards standing under the tree, amidst the yelling of the "Persian Eye", enthusiastically bet on whether the black cat or the squirrel would win.

I can only say, are you worthy of being a professional? Zheng Qing said quietly in his heart.

"Credits? Do you know what credits mean?" pressed half of his face against the heavy notebook, emphatically.

This question is too naive.

Zheng Qing held the student card with his fingers and shook in front of half of his face.

On the card, the bright red number thirty-three looks very dazzling in the sun.

This is all the credits Zheng Qing has accumulated over a month after joining the school.

After being in school for so long, the importance of credits is already very clear to freshmen.

One credit can just be exchanged for one jade coin-if it is on the black market, the exchange rate may be higher; ten credits, most of the public facilities of the first university will be open to these young wizards; if you save up to 100 Credits, then these pink freshmen will be able to progress smoothly to the sophomore year without risk of repetition.

In addition, the intangible glory, respect and convenience brought by high credits can be seen everywhere in universities. For example, if you have doubts about magic learning, you can give priority to an appointment with a professor. The advanced magic books of the Shushan Pavilion will also be opened up steps. Even free herbs and free alchemy supplies in the laboratory. Wizards with high credits also have a higher allocation.

All kinds of treatment make all students attach great importance to credits.

Zheng Qing has won many awards from professors for his excellent performance in Fulu and Mowen classes; plus the ten credits he exchanged from Lao Yao with hundreds of invitations at the beginning of school, and Lin Zhonghu Night The tour, especially the performance in the "Sand worm Incident", has also won many rewards. In general, although the enrollment is less than two months, Zheng Qing has already earned it. Most students need half a semester to earn it. Of credits.

According to Xiao Xiao's calculations, if Zheng Qing maintains this momentum, Zheng Qing is likely to take advantage of credits to occupy an impressive position on the first-year credits list at the end of the term.

However, compared to most other freshmen, credits are always a tight resource.

Every credit is extremely important.

Therefore, it is not difficult to understand why 'half face' is surprised at the three credits used by public-funded students for the prize money.

"There is rarely a bet like you in freshmen." Half of his face pulled his hood, his pupil disappeared, and half of his chin was left. He turned the notebook at the bottom of his hand with interest and nodded again and again: "The freshman Freshmen are thinking of trying to accumulate credits, lest they fail the final exam and be forced to repeat grades... Few people use credits as a bet like you do."

Zheng Qing didn't care about the "half face" chattering emotions.

He held his breath, and discerned the sound of 'blue and green eyes' very carefully.

"Sure enough... I said that this sound is a bit familiar." The public servant murmured, nodded and muttered to himself.

"What?" Half of his face was keenly aware of his unfinished intentions, and looked at him in surprise: "My voice? Do you know me?"

"No, I don't know him at all." Zheng Qing shook his head decisively, and rejected the guess of'half face'~www.mtlnovel.com~ He was determined not to let strangers know that he could become a cat. .

After a pause, the public expense student forcibly explained: "I just said the sound in the trumpet flower is a bit familiar..."

In the trumpet flower, the voice of the narrator in the background music of "Going to the Hunting Ground" impassionedly describes the glorious achievements of each hunting team in that small world, and from time to time it focuses on the tactics and magic used by those hunting teams. What are the characteristics.

Half of his face glanced suspiciously at the trumpet flower, and finally shook his head, raised the peacock feather quill, and said, "Then, Jiuyou Academy, Zheng Qing, the final prize is three credits, five silver horns, Eighteen coppers... is there anything to add?"

Zheng Qing shook his head.

"Although the jackpot is not much, it is very interesting... Finally, I wish you good luck."

After that, with half of his face turned his head, he pulled the brim of his hat to the other Jiuyou Academy wizards who were chatting quietly, turned and left, and disappeared into the bustling crowd in the blink of an eye.