"Maybe we could ask Professor Yi to perform a divination as proof."
Zheng Qing suggested hopefully.
Xiao Xiao shook his head.
"Professor Trude is the head of the Anti-Curse Research Department, a top-tier Registered Wizard." He slightly emphasized his tone. "Do you think that before doing something shameful—assuming it really was him—he would have made no preparations at all?"
"Assuming?" Zheng Qing pointed at Doggy, who immediately straightened up even more. "Doggy caught him personally. Who else could it have been?"
"That brings us back to the previous question." Xiao Xiao spread his hands. "Do you have any evidence?"
Zheng Qing opened his mouth, then closed it dejectedly after a long while.
He truly had no way to provide any evidence.
Although dreams from the Witness Talent could, under certain circumstances, be admitted as courtroom testimony, and he had indeed seen a handsome wizard with two gleaming little mustaches in his dream, he simply could not accept having someone tamper with his memories.
Especially now that he knew a seed was hidden deep within his soul.
Like a child carrying gold through a crowded market, hiding it carefully was not enough. How could he loudly invite others to search his body?
"What do you think about stuffing him into Dylan's Coffin first?" Fatty Xin offered his suggestion, drawing sidelong looks from both roommates.
"And then?" Zheng Qing retorted. "You'll have to let him out eventually, right? Are you planning to lock him up for four years, or even longer? Or are you going to seal the Coffin and bury it underground? ...Come on, I'm obviously the one in the right here. Why does it sound like I'm trying to murder someone to keep them quiet?"
"I only suggested throwing him into the Coffin and giving him a little rough treatment—an