When Andrew mentioned Tuesday night, Zheng Qing did not react at first.
But after making a quick calculation with his fingers inside his sleeve, he immediately remembered the luckiest night Youzui had had throughout the entire selection tournament. Before the match that day, he had drawn the Hounds of Tindalos, and then Youzui had safely made it through the whole match inside the transparent glass sphere.
"Tuesday?"
The young scholarship student glanced at his companion beside him, his tone somewhat hesitant. "...Same as usual. The hunting team gathered after dinner, and there was no special training... Why? Did something happen?"
"No, no. What could possibly have happened?"
Andrew laughed heartily and changed the subject. "This is First University. Stable and harmonious, bright and uneventful, peaceful days—what could happen here? And if something did happen at First University, it would not be something a wizard of my caliber could handle... Catching centaurs illegally hauling goods at the North District docks, checking Wander Bar for black market dealings, getting young wizards in heat off the streets and back to school before curfew—that's more my level."
He had put it very skillfully, and it made a great deal of sense. The young scholarship student listened with a broad smile, immediately dismissing the concern he had felt moments earlier.
"What kind of black market deals does Wander Bar have?" Zheng Qing asked casually.
"Lots of things." The fat wizard smiled at him. "For example, certain Magical Creatures materials prohibited from trade, Dark Sorcery notes, or unauthorized talisman transactions... You know, Standard Talismans, like tobacco, are a League monopoly."
He raised the burned-out cigarette in his hand.
The smile on the boy's face stiffened at once.
"I know," he answered dryly.
"Of course, of course. Lots of young people want to make a little extra