"First, we need to find a way to approach him."
"And it has to be done quietly."
"How about a dance? The sester just started, hosting a welco dance is perfectly legitimate, then we can invite the entire Absolution Hunting Team to join... Zheng Qing is a lecher, have a few pretty girls walk by him, invite him for a dance, and then take the opportunity to ’borrow’ a few strands of hair, shouldn’t be too hard, right?"
"You’re kidding, even if he’s a lecher, he’s a high-class lecher, having danced with Su Councilor, how could he be easily enchanted by ordinary witches? Isn’t he afraid of being knocked over the head after the dance?"
"Speaking of dancing, I rember last year’s Christmas Moonlight Dance, when Zheng Qing danced with more than one witch, it caused quite a stir within the SS group..."
The devils sat together, chattering away, while Zheng Qing listened with a face of frustration.
He could now easily ignore unpleasant terms like ’lecher’ or ’high-class lecher’, but was particularly bothered by the ntion of the ’SS group’, always sensing it was a very dangerous organization.
While pondering on how to gather more information about this organization, the Red Fox sitting cross-legged nearby stroked its beard, making a clicking sound.
"Not the sa, completely different."
Mammon crossed his arms, flicked his tail tip toward Belfinger who had just ntioned the ’SS group’, his long face full of scorn: "At that dance, the one dancing with Zheng Qing was a North District Great Wise Person, another was the eldest daughter of the Zhongshan Jiang Family, plus Su Councilor... I suspect... Actually, it’s not just , many people suspect that the Moon Council, Wizard Council, and Northern District Wizards—of course, we now know that Northern District Wizards are equivalent to Edge Academy—everyone suspects that the Moon Council, Wizard Council, and Edge Academy are communicating secretly, and Zheng Qing is rely a front."
The gold-red peacock looked displeased, flicked its long tail feathers, making a faint rustling sound.
"So, you’re saying the dance idea won’t work, right?" The Big Bird clicked its beak, looking impatient: "Since you vetoed this suggestion, what do you think we should do?"
"Transformation."
The fox raised two paws, looking confident: "Transform into soone or an animal familiar to Zheng Qing, get close to him, and during playful interaction, pull a few hairs from him, or ’accidentally’ wound him to get so blood..."
"Given how tough his skin is now, I suspect even a bloodsucking bat would break its teeth on him." Lucifer, wrapping his wings around himself, comnted gloomily.
As a blood bat shifter, his example was very convincing.
"If you want to approach Zheng Qing in animal form, you’re most suitable." The Black Mountain Goat snickered, nodding toward the Red Fox: "It’s said Zheng Qing’s transford image is a fox, with your appearance, you’re sure to find common ground with him..."
Hearing this, the Black Cat couldn’t help but laugh.
This slightly abrupt sound imdiately attracted the devils’ attention.
"Is there a problem?" Lady Leviathan’s beautiful eyes looked at the Black Cat, her voice pleasant and clear.
"As far as I know, Compound Soup Redy is strictly controlled by the Alliance, especially here on Buji Island; it’s hard for us to obtain safe and effective magic potions without alerting the Diviner."
The Black Cat flicked its ear, almost imdiately thinking of a suitable excuse: "And if you plan to start brewing imdiately, even if nothing goes wrong, brewing smoothly from start to finish, the first batch of potion would be ready only after a month. We don’t have that much ti to waste on a possibility for this task."
"How about Spirit Rat?" Samael, wearing a wolf head mask, rarely spoke, his voice as harsh and unpleasant as ever: "These spirit rats, once having drunk tea made from the ashes of human hair, can take on that person’s appearance and deceive others... simpler than Compound Soup Redy... I know soone who cultivates these spirit rats."
"That’s a good idea, the only problem is, Zheng Qing’s dorm has a Spiritual Cat." Lucifer’s gloomy voice sounded again: "Those people live with the Spiritual Cat every day, covered in its scent, I suspect the Spirit Rat would be easily exposed in their presence."
"Could we use a bit of Luck Elixir on the Spirit Rat before the operation?" The white-skinned, black-spotted little pig raised a hoof, looking naively simple: "That way we can minimize any mishaps."
"Isn’t it a waste to squander Lucky Potion for a re few jade coins’ task? Don’t you have any economic sense!" Mammon stroked his magnificent fla-like tail, his tone slightly annoyed: "I think, instead of devising those intricate plans, you should opt for a simpler and more straightforward approach... like bumping into him in the stairwell after class, or creating a magic mishap where Zheng Qing passes by... the simpler it is, the less likely it will go wrong."
"Still, you underestimate the target too much."
Lucifer spread his broad bat wings, shadow covering half the room suddenly: "You underestimate Zheng Qing’s thick-skinned nature, and his quick reaction speed... rember, the Absolution Hunting Team he’s leading has only been established for a year and a half, and it’s already a formally registered hunting team, having earned outstanding results in the Campus Cup for two consecutive years. Would such a gifted hunter be rendered helpless when soone bumps into him? Or when noticing magic chaos, just stand there dumbfounded without any reaction?"
"As far as I know, he received full marks in last year’s practice class." The Black Mountain Goat lifted a hoof, tapped the hard table leg: "That speaks volus."
"And the fact he returned alive and lively from the Black Prison Battlefield, it’s definitely not simple." Samael added with a coarse voice.
Belfinger irritably scratched the table, sharp claws scraping the smooth surface making a harsh sound: "This won’t work, that won’t work... how about mosquitoes, stinkbugs, or leeches?"
"If they can pierce the target’s skin." Lucifer’s only reason for objection from beginning to end was this.
The Black Cat felt like the devils were wracking their brains dry.
It, feeling satisfied, flicked its ears, proceeding to conclude:
"In conclusion, after this eting, I will first deliver part of the task result to the client to get part of the paynt... as for Zheng Qing’s blood and hair... Personally, I believe, there is no flawless plan in the world, any plan might encounter issues during execution. Therefore, everyone doesn’t need to get stuck on one plan, you can all use your own thods successfully... whoever ultimately obtains Zheng Qing’s biological information can achieve the highest performance indicator for this task."
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