Hunting High School

"It doesn't matter."

Although he was robbed by the Ratman boy, Mr. Millie still showed great generosity, waved his hand casually, and said with a smile: "It's just that the men in the bureau don't believe what you say, so..."

While talking, he took out a transparent liquid in a glass vial from his pocket, put it on the counter in front of Ding Dong's ears, and continued to smile kindly.

The young Ratman was still a little ignorant, but Hu Wu's face turned a little ugly.

He could easily tell from the symbols on the bottle that the bottle was filled with Veritaserum. It was a method that the three-pointed sword could only be used to interrogate prisoners. It was not illegal to speak of, but it was a little too much to use against ordinary wizards. .

"Believe?"

A slightly exaggerated voice suddenly sounded, breaking the tranquility of the small shop. Several black robes and shop assistants looked towards the place where the sound sounded.

At the entrance of dap;k, in the spot of light falling on the ground through the window, there is a fat yellow raccoon squatting. At the moment, it is hugging a small yellow croaker, chewing it with relish, and sneering at the same time. wizard.

"Hehe, believe it?!"

Huamao stuffed the last piece of dried fish into its mouth, patted its paws, and while chewing, repeated the words just now: "We all believe that the rich should pay more taxes, and the stars should stay in the sky...but The fact that the rich are paying less and less in taxes and more and more stars are falling to the ground ... which means that belief is not fact."

This is sophistry!

Hu Wu worked hard to control his urge to complain.

"Where did the wild cat come from!" Behind Mr. Millie, a young three-pronged sword flew into a rage, and pulled out his book, as if he wanted to throw the yellow raccoon out of the shop.

But immediately, he was roughly stopped by the team leader, Mr. Millie.

"Shut up!"

A blue light suddenly shot out from the Dharma book under Mr. Milli's armpit, covering the face of the talkative three-pronged sword, making him quiet for a while.

Then, the team leader in black robe looked at the yellow raccoon cautiously: "Hi, we are performing official duties of the Wizarding Union. This is our work card... If you have any comments, you can lodge a complaint with the Alliance."

The yellow raccoon narrowed his eyes and glanced at the ID that was placed above his nose, then raised his head and looked at the black-robed leader in surprise:

"So polite...do you know me?"

Mr. Millie shook his head simply—although he didn’t know him, a talking cat is very rare even in the wizarding world, and it deserves his careful handling, let alone appearing at such a sensitive time and in such a sensitive place. meddling in such a sensitive matter.

It can't be said that this cat is some big boss in the alliance who has transformed into a game human world.

Although this guess is not completely correct, it is also close to ten.

The flower cat pouted: "It's rare...he's a smart person... Go back and tell that brat 'Noodles' that the Rat Immortal wants to hide, and it's impossible for his little mice to know, even if you dig out their brains , and couldn’t find any useful information. There’s no need to give him Veritaserum.”

The faces of the black robes became more and more ugly, but their expressions also became more vigilant.

Because the "noodles" mentioned by the cat is the nickname of Robert Nood, the director of the Trident Sword. Since he became the leader of the violent organization of the Alliance, few wizards in the magic world dare to call him that. The yelling under the watchful eyes of everyone is either ignorant or fearless.

A talking cat, presumably knows nothing.

As for being confident, whether the cat's magic power is strong enough to ignore the three-pronged sword chief, or the forces behind the cat can ignore the three-pronged sword, they are not big men in black robes.

There was a few seconds of silence.

Dingdang Er took the lead in breaking the increasingly oppressive atmosphere in the store.

"This," he pointed to the glass bottle filled with transparent liquid in front of him, and asked cautiously, "Do I need to drink this?"