Bullets were always most threatening when they had not yet been fired.
Spells were the same.
Spells recorded in a spellbook were most capable of keeping both sides of a conflict calm and restrained when they were poised but not yet cast. Zheng Qing needed the two Dark Wizards opposite him to remain somewhat calm, and he also needed to restrain the hot-blooded impulse rising within him.
Because he was not alone now.
Beside him was a Little White Cat who had lost her magic and had almost no ability to protect herself. He had to find a way to leave safely with her—charging straight in to duel two Dark Wizards of unknown strength was not something the young scholarship student would consider.
For one thing, more than half a year of school life had gradually taught him the cautious, careful way wizards handled matters: never take risks without thorough preparation. For another, he did not have many means at hand to deal with two Dark Wizards.
His most powerful rune gun had been stuffed into his head by the Professor, while the spellbook he was most familiar with had similarly been forced into the deepest part of his Gray Cloth Bag. He did have a few talismans, but no suitable opportunity to use them.
As for the spellbook he had borrowed from the library, because of its quality and edition, it could only hold five spells.
Tomorrow was Monday, so to wake up on time, he had recorded a Wake-up Spell early: "Eight Luan Clang Clang, Imperial Corpse Rises." He needed to wash clothes tonight, so he had recorded "Lightly soil my clothes, lightly wash my garments" in advance. To avoid being locked outside if he returned to the dorm too late, he had recorded a door-opening spell: "Beneath