After Old Man Hemingway had arranged the day's patrol schedule, Zheng Qing, as usual, took over the patrol assignment for the long corridor near the eastern shore of the lake. Then, with Lin Guo in tow, he trudged dejectedly toward his post.
He had no desire to linger by the lake and keep listening to the old groundskeeper prattle on about "cheating hunting teams," "young wizards nowadays," and "each generation being worse than the last."
Rumors weren't trustworthy, and he didn't even understand that at his age. What a waste of all those years. The young scholarship student grumbled inwardly three times, dragging his wand through the grass with a rustling swish. The magical wind lamp at its tip swayed from side to side, carving out a path through the night.
Lin Guo jogged along behind the young scholarship student.
"What's today's training subject? Is everyone here?" Zheng Qing asked gloomily without looking back as he walked ahead.
"According to the schedule, we're supposed to train Karell Tactics today... Dylan isn't coming. He has a Magic Philosophy class and couldn't make time." Hugging his clipboard, Lin Guo answered Zheng Qing's questions haltingly.
Because his daily schedule was the opposite of everyone else's, Dylan attended class precisely when the others were resting. More than once, the other team members had complained to Zheng Qing about it—the missing member meant their training progress could not stay in sync.
But discussing time differences with a Vampire was like discussing wizarding blood purity with a wizard of extraterrestrial descent: both were extremely sensitive subjects. For that reason, Zheng Qing had never discussed the matter with Dylan directly.
Still, they couldn't go on like this forever.
"Ah." The young scholarship student reined in his frustration and sighed. "I'll talk to him tomorrow morning... At the