Many wizards can fly.
Whether by using flight magic, or by riding flying brooms, magic carpets, or by controlling flying swords and rare exotic beasts, the thods vary and are nurous.
But just like walking can lead to tripping, and swimming can lead to drowning, flying also carries risks.
And the risks are even greater.
In an annual accident investigation report issued by the Mage Alliance, it was ntioned that about one in every hundred wizards attempting to fly will encounter various accidents during landing. Minor ones, like spraining an ankle or bumping a knee; moderate ones, like a magic carpet catching fire or breaking a neck while riding a beast; serious ones, where a wizard might land headfirst, splattering their brains.
Among every hundred landing accidents, there will be about one or two ’special landers’, including but not limited to getting caught by a belt on a treetop, accidentally crushing a passing groundhog during landing, or falling down the chimney of a wizard’s house.
Among every hundred ’special landers’, there will be one or two ’miraculous survivors’.
For instance, Harold Dillahunt from the Crimson Hunting Team, while hunting a crow demon, had his broom malfunction and crashed into a witch demon’s barbecue, then miraculously escaped.
And the famous adventurer Frederick Crusoe, when using a flying curse to cross a canyon, lost control of his magic, accidentally fell into a spatial rift, but fortunately ended up on the other side—a new world already developed by wizards, thus fortunately finding his way back ho.
Or, a large blue fish dove headfirst into a group of starving demons, the fish was so dizzy and seeing stars that the demons just stood around quietly, not daring to make a sound.
Zheng Qing felt he was witnessing a one-in-a-million miracle.
He stood at the edge of the river plain, watching the blue fish with its head stuck in the gravel flapping its fins randomly; watching hundreds of demons around, whose eyes glowed hungrily yet appeared timid; and further away, a young black mountain goat standing proudly at the edge of a pit created by ’Flowing Fire in July’.
"This must be what the books call a ’miraculous survivor’," the young public expense student sighed sincerely.
"Miracle? It’s not really," a sowhat familiar hoarse voice suddenly sounded in Zheng Qing’s ear, startling the young warlock:
"In the wizard’s dictionary, there are words to describe this situation, like ’Babs’s Concern’ or ’Blind Fortuna’... Of course, I prefer a more straightforward description, like ’unlucky as hell’."
"Not unlucky at all," Zheng Qing denied while looking in the direction of the voice: "On the contrary, I think it’s very fortunate... being at the wrong place, at the wrong ti, doing the wrong thing, yet unexpectedly not getting punished, isn’t that sothing to be thankful for?"
While speaking, he had looked in all directions.
But all he saw, aside from the two statue-like figures of the old witch demon and tiger demon behind him, was a crooked dead tree a little further away, and a few smooth stones under it.
Zheng Qing did not find the source of the familiar voice.
Just as he was puzzled, the sowhat hoarse voice rang out again, but this ti from the direction of his feet:
"Miracle and luck are twins, turning ’miraculous survivor’ into ’fortunate survivor’ fits just as well... But that doesn’t an it’s not unlucky... You know, only the truly unlucky ones get to deal with both miracles and luck... Truly fortunate wizards never need the word ’luck’."
This ti, Zheng Qing finally caught the source of the voice.
He looked down, a sleek-furred Black Cat, only the size of a fist, was squatting at his feet, yawning lazily, its ears flicking to and fro as if fending off so invisible nuisance.
The warlock scrutinized the cat.
The cat had a pair of eyes as clear as rubies.
After a while, until the cat finished speaking, lifted its paw to lick its fur, the young wizard was startled to step back: "You... why are you here?!"
Saying this, he turned back to glance around, thinking he might see a warlock in a green robe with a Daoist topknot in so corner.
This cat, though smaller now, its voice when speaking, its movents when licking its fur, especially those red eyes, quickly evoked Zheng Qing’s mories.
It was indeed the shadow that was cut by Su Shijun and thrown into the laboratory, eventually broke free from the constraints of the two-dinsional world and returned to reality.
Since a shadow reflects the inner image of a wizard, this shadow eventually transford into a cat.
During last October’s Hunting Competition, this cat had helped Zheng Qing significantly, having killed more than half of the demons in the arena. Due to its excessive danger, once the competition ended, the Black Cat was taken away by the school’s ’relevant departnt’ for detention—at that ti it was taken away by a man with the code na ’Forty One’, wearing a green robe with a Daoist topknot.
Of course, now, Zheng Qing already knew that the reason this cat was taken away by the ’relevant departnt’ was likely not only because it was a ’transdinsional creature’ that broke the two-dinsional world, but also because it carried a trace of the forbidden curse’s aura from himself.
The relevant departnt is most sensitive to the aura of forbidden curses.
"Humph... stop looking around,"
The Black Cat took a profound breath with discontent, puffing itself up a few sizes, and its voice beca a bit more resonant: "... I ca alone... phew."
Zheng Qing blankly watched the Black Cat swell, eventually transforming from the size of a fist into the little black leopard form he was familiar with.
After a while, he hesitated, then asked, "I think I saw you in front of the office building recently."
"Not surprising," the Black Cat nonchalantly lay down again, flipping its tail: "I’m now also an official employee of the ’relevant departnt’, occasionally out for official duty, nothing surprising about that."
"Forty One initially said they’d take you for safety training, didn’t ntion making you work."
The warlock vaguely felt he had incurred a loss—technically, the money his shadow earned should belong to him, right? Or perhaps, would the contract his shadow signed affect him? If the shadow is an employee of the relevant departnt, does that an he is part of it as well?
He felt this was a very subtle philosophical question.
The cold wind in the Black Prison blew out the last glowing mushroom in front of Zheng Qing, dispersing his sowhat wandering gaze, and he realized that now wasn’t the right ti to discuss philosophical issues.
"Did they allow you into the Black Prison?" The warlock found another layer of confusion arising in his heart, he raised an eyebrow, glanced at the two ’statues’ beside him, and asked very cautiously: "You! ... At this ti?"
Before the Black Cat could answer, the warlock then imdiately thought of another more important question: "Do they know I’m in the Black Prison?!"
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