Zheng Qing may not have much of a talent for politics, but he is not foolish.
Before Andrew spoke the final sentence, he still thought that the purpose of several mbers of the Trident Sword coming to Greenhill Mansion today was truly to determine which magic to solidify on the rlin dal.
Then he heard Andrew’s abrupt suggestion.
Join the Trident Sword.
These words inexplicably brought a term to Zheng Qing’s mind—revealing intent at the last mont.
If he were an ordinary student, receiving invitations to the best positions within the Alliance before graduation would naturally be a delightful affair.
But the problem lies in the fact that he is not ordinary—even though he often jokingly refers to himself as a regular little wizard—he is sowhat self-aware of this.
What joining the Trident Sword ans, he still isn’t quite sure; but why the Trident Sword has taken a liking to him, the young cost student has so guesses.
It’s nothing more than Mr. Wu and the Forbidden Curse.
Although Mr. Wu never explicitly confird his identity to Zheng Qing, nor did he deliberately conceal it, more importantly, Mr. Wu had clearly ntioned his tier to Zheng Qing—beyond the Ancient One—a level that surpasses the Alliance’s basic understanding. If the Trident Sword could establish a relationship with such a powerful wizard, they would certainly gain greater and wider influence within the Alliance.
The problem is, Zheng Qing doubts if the Trident Sword can truly ascertain the nature of his relationship with Mr. Wu. In other words, whether the Trident Sword has the courage to invite ’Naless’s student to join their investigation bureau.
As for the other possibility, being the bearer of the Fourth Generation Forbidden Spell, Zheng Qing is well aware of what this spell ans to the entire Wizard World, and how many people inside and outside the school covet it. Therefore, he has been very careful in hiding this layer of identity, and even refrained from going ho for the New Year this year, largely to avoid the risk of being hunted by the ’Masked Wizard’.
If the Trident Sword really knew about the Forbidden Spell, they wouldn’t take such a big risk to casually invite him.
Hence, the only possibility is that it was related to those Blood Symbol Bullets he used while hunting the Black Wizard Walter not long ago.
Prior to this, Zheng Qing had only used Blood Symbol Bullets within the school domain—even during the Battle of the Black Prison, it was rely a war between the First University and demons, with many details strictly sealed by the school—the Trident Sword might not know the true origin of the Blood Symbol Bullet, but they could not possibly ignore such a powerful form of attack.
A young wizard with attack power comparable to a top Big Wizard, even if he hasn’t graduated or obtained a registered wizard certificate, would be enough for the Trident Sword to make an exception and recruit him.
"Has the Trident Sword already allowed students to join?" The host of Greenhill Mansion smiled wryly, looking at the black-robed individuals: "How do I rember that at least a mid-level registered wizard certificate is required to apply?"
"The Bureau has no restrictions on talent." The Milly Wizard replied concisely.
"Is it because of those Symbol Bullets?" Zheng Qing blurted out without thinking.
Su Shijun and the three black robes almost simultaneously fell into silence, the guests exchanged glances without showing any emotion.
After a while, Andrew chuckled dryly: "You see, I said he just looks a bit dopey, but he’s actually quite astute. The first ti I t him, he tried to fleece the Bureau, attempting to get reimbursed for a few pieces of talisman paper he used..."
"But in the end, you guys didn’t reimburse , did you?" Zheng Qing gave him a sidelong glance.
"If you join the Trident Sword, those reimbursents, the Bureau can certainly accommodate you," the short, chubby wizard replied with a grin: "Maybe you could even apply for a bit of scholarship or sothing more."
"More importantly," the Milly Wizard followed up, looking seriously at Zheng Qing, "the note that Gan Ning left before escaping proves that those Ravens clearly have ill intentions towards you. After joining the Trident Sword, we can provide more comprehensive protection asures according to your needs."
"They’ve already made their move." Zheng Qing mumbled, clenching the hand that the copper bean disappeared from.
"The Investigation Bureau has the most extensive information on Black Wizards and the richest Black Magic resources across the entire Alliance, able to et your needs to the greatest extent," Andrew softly reminded: "We can responsibly say, even the First University cannot compare in this regard."
This isn’t quite an exaggeration.
The main responsibility of the Magic Association Investigation Bureau is to hunt Black Wizards that endanger the Alliance’s security, eliminate Black Magic threats, and so on. Conversely, the First University concentrates more on magic research and exploration, so it’s quite normal for the Trident Sword to have a bigger Black Wizard database than the school.
"He’s still a student."
Su Shijun finally spoke again, with a cold tone, carrying a sense of indisputability: "The safety asures the Trident Sword can provide, the school can also provide. And the Trident Sword’s missions are too dangerous for him. I don’t think joining the Trident Sword now is a good thing for him... As for that note and those Black Magic materials, if necessary, I will personally request an investigation from the Alliance as a mber of the Great Wizard Conference and a mber of the Moon Council. In the anti, the Trident Sword still needs to fulfill your duties and do your best to hunt down those escaped Ravens."
Nothing exerts pressure more effectively than authority.
Zheng Qing could clearly see the expressions of helplessness on the faces of the three black robes.
Li Yijin, who had the lowest presence, seed to want to struggle one last ti, muttering softly: "If Gan Ning, or rather those Ravens..."
"Do you know which word I hate to hear in the lab the most?" The witch interrupted him with a cold snort: "It’s ’if.’ If there were no Ravens in this world, if this fool hadn’t picked up that platter of roast at, if he were slightly smarter and didn’t need mos to rember things..."
Zheng Qing carefully maintained a forced smile on his face, wondering why he was suddenly stabbed again here.
"...’If’ is just an excuse so people use to justify their failures, as if sticking your head in the sand solves everything. You are all elite wizards of the Alliance and should understand that for Black Wizards, you can’t rely on ’if.’ Put another way, if they could feed Zheng Qing a bean yesterday, they can feed him a handful tomorrow. So, stop discussing ’if’ in this room."
The witch’s attitude was extrely firm.
The atmosphere in the living room beca sowhat stagnant.
After a long silence.
The Milly Wizard cautiously suggested another compromise: "In that case... would Mr. Zheng Qing consider selling a portion of those Symbol Bullets to our Investigation Bureau? Of course, the price is absolutely not an issue... how about a purchase price of one hundred jade coins per Symbol Bullet, rated by the price of talismans crafted by the Alliance’s top Big Wizards?"
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