The two male wizards blocking the road were one tall and one short, one fat and one thin.
The taller one stood well over two meters tall, yet he was exceptionally gaunt. A loose black robe draped over him, swaying about like a Straw Man in a field. He wore a pointed wizard hat with several raven feathers stuck to its brim, making him look rather ridiculous.
Though the oversized sunglasses covered most of his face, they could not hide his strangest feature—his deeply sunken temples, as if someone had dealt him a vicious double palm strike to the ears and smashed in his skull.
Zheng Qing was amazed that such a head could still support a living creature. The Magic World truly had no shortage of wonders.
The shorter wizard was under one and a half meters tall, his head barely reaching his companion's hip. Though short, he was built like a barrel. His round belly stretched his black Wizard Robe into the shape of a ball, while his thick salt-and-pepper beard made him look like a dwarf from a fairy tale.
That grizzled beard lent the dwarf wizard an air of weathered age. Yet his face did not look old at all; on the contrary, it was quite rosy.
He, too, wore a pair of oversized sunglasses.
Since entering the Wizarding World, Zheng Qing had rarely seen wizards wearing sunglasses—apart from Beauty Su. So when he suddenly saw two sunglass-wearing wizards blocking the middle of the road, he was startled for several seconds.
Though surprised, he did not slow his movements.
After all, this was the North District at night.
The instant the two sunglass-wearing wizards appeared, the young wizard's right hand had already slipped into the Gray Cloth Bag at his waist and gripped the spine of