Chapter 2870 - 1091: The Day of Grain in Ear

Chapter 2870: Chapter 1091: The Day of Grain in Ear

Sunday is Mango Season.

After waking up in the morning, Zheng Qing spent the whole morning researching "Tree Man’s Tree-shaped Neural Network," and his mind was filled with those dense neural network diagrams that resembled spider webs, which reminded him of his current predicament—he felt as if the nets in the book were flying out, and he was like a little bug caught in the net, being increasingly strangled half to death by the tightening web.

So, after lunch, he didn’t continue to torture himself by reading those difficult tool books.

Instead, he wandered to Beta Town.

He wasn’t going to D&K, nor to Greenhill Mansion or Sakura Pub, but to Trident Sword’s Beta Town office to find Andrew from Trident Sword.

Today is already June 6th, and it’s time for the monthly ’military transaction’.

Due to various affairs in the past few days, he dragged it out a few more days this month, even later than the delivery time last month. Andrew hadn’t sent a paper crane to peck at the window of room 403, but Zheng Qing couldn’t pretend he hadn’t thought of it.

After all, a transaction involving several hundred jade coins is something he can’t afford to ignore.

Trident Sword’s office is located at the intersection of three streets in Beta Town, with a small plaza outside. The noon sun is fierce, and there aren’t many pedestrians on the street.

The last time Zheng Qing came, summer had not yet started, and today, it is already Mango Season.

Time has thus passed inadvertently, leaving people flustered and anxious.

At the office’s door, Zheng Qing took off the Armor Horse Charm hanging on his leg, looked at the half-opened door, and did not blindly rush in as he did last time, but knocked very hard on the door.

"Come in!"

A drawn-out response came from the room.

The boy pushed the door and entered, surprised to see Andrew wearing a formal hunting outfit, with a law book and a talisman box hung on his belt, and shiny boots on his feet. He held one arm across his chest, and with the other hand, he stroked his chin, thoughtfully staring at a crude map on the wall.

Sunlight from outside fell on his chubby backside, making his shadow appear particularly slender.

"Are you going hunting?"

That was the first thought that flashed through Zheng Qing’s mind.

The Trident Sword’s officer seemed to know who came in, snorted without turning his head: "—Can’t I look at maps without hunting? Can’t I wear hunting clothes without going hunting?"

Zheng Qing grew even more puzzled: "Then what are you..."

Andrew turned around, looking annoyed, as if blaming the boy for interrupting his fantasy of commanding a hunting team across the hunting ground, and retorted in a terrible tone: "What day is it today?"

"Sunday." Zheng Qing answered honestly.

Andrew pointed to the lazy pedestrians outside and then at the plaque hanging in the foyer, lamenting: "You know it’s Sunday, so why come to me for business on Sunday? It’s because of people like you that Trident Sword won’t give us time off! Big weekend can’t go into the woods to enjoy the summer hunting, but have to stay in the office on duty..."

He fake-wiped the corners of his eyes.

Zheng Qing twitched his mouth and chuckled dryly: "It’s just that I usually don’t have time. I have thirty classes a week, including five classes yesterday... only today I have time."

While speaking, he pulled out a box, letting Andrew see the five Blood Symbol Bullets he had prepared earlier in the morning.

The stout officer restrained his theatrical expression, pulled out a ledger from the drawer, then lifted a feather pen from the ink bottle, hastily scribbled some notes, and pushed it to Zheng Qing: "—Sign here, sign here."

Apparently, he wanted to resume his ’hunt on paper’ as soon as possible.

Thus, today’s procedure was particularly smooth.

Zheng Qing happily signed, then thoughtfully lifted his head: "—So you’re saying, you guys have few holidays usually and heavy workload? Is the salary high?"

"Barely making ends meet." The stout warlock vaguely replied, suddenly becoming vigilant: "Why are you asking this?"

"Isn’t graduation approaching? You guys have been inviting me to join Trident Sword, but seeing you so hard-working... I think I’m not quite suited to such a work environment." Zheng Qing answered honestly—of course, this response was partly out of mischief since he hadn’t really considered joining Trident Sword.

But Andrew didn’t know.

Upon hearing Zheng Qing might refuse to join Trident Sword because of him, his chubby face turned pale.

"Just, just joking, hahaha,"

The stout wizard suddenly forgot about the hunting ground map on the wall, lightly tapped the table with a fist—snack trays, wine bottles, silver cups, solo chess, and other miscellaneous items emerged from the wall cabinet and soon cluttered the table—he looked eagerly at Zheng Qing: "Working with Trident Sword is quite relaxing! Look at me, I could go the whole day without any serious business, just making snacks, eating roasted meat, drinking some wine, entertaining myself... there’s no job more leisurely than this in the Alliance!"

"This doesn’t count as dereliction of duty, right?" Zheng Qing blinked.

"Neg, neglect... Ha, haha, isn’t this just what, humanistic care, how could that be neglect?" Andrew’s pale face abruptly turned a few shades of red, and although in a chilly room, large beads of sweat unconsciously appeared on his forehead.

Zheng Qing didn’t expect that his joking would make Andrew so nervous.

"I was just saying casually, not serious, not serious."

He waved his hands repeatedly, comforting: "Moreover, I’m very likely to stay at the school, it’s very challenging to work part-time with Trident Sword... never mind that I haven’t graduated yet, but I’m already a teaching assistant, you know."

Andrew looked distressed: "—You may not take the matter seriously, but if the office’s diviner sees it, they won’t take your casual words as a joke. They will truly record it in the files!"

Zheng Qing felt deeply sorry about this.

...

...

There’s a class meeting on Sunday night.

Today, the school did not give any additional notices, so the class meeting proceeded as usual.

Less than half an hour from the start, most people were already present, but Xiao Xiao hadn’t arrived, causing the three boys sitting in the corner to be quite surprised.

"Did he forget the time while in Teacher Sima’s office?" Xin Fat Man never hesitates to entertain the most crooked thoughts about every couple.

Zheng Qing glanced at him.

"You think a Ph.D. is like you?" After he quipped, he suddenly remembered something: "Um, did any of you find the Ph.D. a bit odd today? I have a feeling he’s troubled over something."

"Is he unsure about what gift to buy for Teacher Sima’s upcoming birthday?" Zhang Ji Xin was also led astray by Xin Fat Man.

"He sure seems a bit odd."

But the Fat Wizard had a different thought: "—Didn’t he dislike being the Observer at all? But today I noticed him holding that black notebook again."

The black notebook was for recording observation notes, and young wizards seeking Absolution all knew that. Back in the first year, Xiao Xiao carried that notebook daily and kept writing. But entering the second year, he had noticeably reduced his time holding the notebook, favoring holding a crystal ball instead.

Apparently, he was much keener on divination than writing.