Mike Gold Cypress Plano.
One of the two major student societies at the First University, the president of the Hemophilia Association, even in the entire Alliance, he is sowhat famous and is regarded as one of the representatives of the new generation of young wizard forces.
Therefore, Zheng Qingyuan expected to see him at today’s Shanglin Garden Spring Hunt.
For this, he had already rehearsed in his mind how to deal with that burly wizard—considering his current status, he was happy to use the title of a teaching assistant to suppress that guy when they t.
Unfortunately, after watching the scenery at Crescent Lake for a long ti, he still didn’t catch a glimpse of Sepulano’s figure. Coupled with successive unexpected events, he montarily forgot about it.
At this mont, Uncle Zhang Zhi went on stage and stirred up his thoughts.
"Sepulano?"
Jiang Yu hadn’t had ti to speak when Vivian, holding her arm, waved her hand with disgust: "Why ntion that fatty? We’re not from the sa family, and we don’t like him... Who would invite him?"
Xiao Xiao had analyzed the power distribution of Alpha Academy for Zheng Qing many tis, so it was obvious that the ’we’ she referred to was originally the conservative wizards of Alpha who supported Sir Friedman, the aristocratic disciples who valued bloodline more.
Zheng Qing didn’t want to show support for any faction in public, so he could only pretend to be deaf and dumb, feigning to have heard only the first sentence: "...not from the sa family?"
Jiang Yu obviously knew his little thoughts, and with a smile, she interrupted: "How do you usually address Sir Friedman? And how do you address Sepulano?"
Zheng Qing paused for a mont and then suddenly realized.
Friedman’s last na is Karen, but usually, everyone calls him "Sir Friedman," which is his first na; while Sepulano is a last na—in other words, even the young wizards of the First University generally think Sepulano can represent his entire family, whereas Friedman can only represent himself.
This was a perspective Zheng Qing had never considered before.
"Then why didn’t Sir Friedman co?" He imdiately thought of the leader of the Alpha Academy conservatives.
"Because Karen’s family is one of the rare, very pure Moon Blood Race." Vivian’s deanor beca noticeably more refined when ntioning the Duke: "Under normal circumstances, he wouldn’t co to Shanglin Garden but would attend the Baddminton Winter Hunt... I rember there’s also a classmate from Karen’s family in your class, right? Didn’t he also not co?"
Zheng Qing nodded slightly.
A cluster of blue flas silently appeared by Jiang Yu’s ear, transforming into a Green Bird, perched on her shoulder, whispering softly against her cheek.
The witch blinked at Zheng Qing.
"Sorry to interrupt your chat... We should go prepare for dinner now."
The last sentence was said to Vivian.
The pink-robed witch who had been chatting lively with Zheng Qing said nothing upon hearing the words "prepare dinner," withdrew her arm from Jiang Yu’s, and awkwardly dropped a line: "Oh, I just rembered I needed to prepare for the performance of magic..."
Before she even finished speaking, a beautiful peach blossom opened where she had been standing, and she disappeared without a trace.
She was so frightened by Jiang Yu’s words that she directly used ’Peach and tender.’
Zheng Qing watched this scene, quite dumbfounded.
Jiang Yu smiled and took the warlock’s arm again, and before others around could react, they both transford into a fla, disappearing from the lakeside of Crescent Lake.
When the fla in front of them dissipated, Zheng Qing found that they were standing on a quiet tree-lined path, and at the end of the winding road, he could faintly see the high tower of an ancient castle.
He looked around.
No kitchen, no dining table, and no sign of anyone.
"This is..." The warlock’s voice carried a hint of hesitation.
"A walk."
Jiang Yu smoothed her sowhat untidy long hair due to casting a spell, her tone light: "I’m going to prepare dinner later. I probably won’t have ti to wander around with you... Vivian hates cooking the most, so I guess she’ll flee upon hearing this news."
As she said the last sentence, she couldn’t help but laugh again, put her hands behind her back, and hopped a couple of steps forward, her footsteps revealing a hint of small pride.
Zheng Qing jogged to catch up.
"Preparing dinner? You? Personally?"
His tone was tinged with disbelief.
Having been at the First University for this long, he’d eaten countless delicious als, but he’d never seen the kitchen. Even during the ti he lived in the Greenhill Mansion, the closest he got to dinner was the dining room.
This experience made him baselessly believe that all delicious food was magically cooked.
Hearing the boy’s questioning, the smile on Jiang Yu’s face faded a bit, and her bouncing steps also halted.
"Yeah... That’s why I’ve always disliked coming to Shanglin Garden."
She turned around on the spot, walking backward while looking at Zheng Qing, let out a heavy sigh, a hint of vexation in her tone: "According to tradition, the young witches participating in the Spring Hunt need to prepare dinner for the Hunters, and they aren’t allowed the help of sprites... Originally because ancient witches had limited magic ability and lacked enough alchemy servants to do these tasks... Of course, there were also safety concerns. In short, having the wonfolk in charge of dinner was both an assessnt and a tradition... Just like the Magic Stage assesses warlocks’ ’Three Products and Three Kills’ ritual ability. However, after being passed down from generation to generation, the Three Products and Three Kills are no longer exclusive to warlocks; witches can also do it. But dinner remains exclusively the witches’ task... and at so point, it beca an unchangeable tradition..."
In her words, there was quite a bit of resentnt.
Zheng Qing carefully watched over her back, afraid that the witch walking backward might accidentally bump into a tree or step into a pit and fall, then co and beat him up.
"How tragic." Zheng Qing cursorily offered a little sympathy.
"After all, it is one of the Three Ancients and Four Paths." Jiang Yu also sighed again.
This was yet another new term he’d never heard before.
Seemingly guessing the confusion in Zheng Qing’s heart at this mont, Jiang Yu counted on her fingers to give a simple explanation: "The so-called ’Three Ancients and Four Paths’ are the seven virtues—or rather skills—that witches from aristocratic backgrounds need to master—the Three Ancients refer to ’Ancient Rituals,’ ’Classical Dance,’ and ’Ancient Recipe Cooking,’ and the Four Paths refer to ’Tea Ceremony,’ ’Flower Way,’ ’Symbol Way,’ and ’Yu Dao.’
The first three sounded sowhat straightforward to Zheng Qing.
But the latter categories felt a bit vague.
"Is Symbol Way talisman painting?" he curiously pursued a question.
Jiang Yu frowned, thought carefully, nodded, then shook her head: "To be precise, it’s just ’the style of talisman painting,’ you can understand it as ’the artistic expression of talismans.’ Hmm, like how you usually paint talismans using the very traditional ’Kunlun Style,’ where the strokes are horizontal and light, vertical and heavy, structured squarely and densely, with a dignified and magnificent montum... This is also why the Ness family initially mistook you for being from Kunlun... And we need to master different styles of talisman painting, learning to appreciate, so that when facing unfamiliar wizards, we can have a simple and intuitive understanding of them."
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