"...Old Jack turned the compass in his hand, the spurs at his heels clacking. His left eye narrowed slightly, while his right hand rested on the spellbook at his waist... A Three-eyed Crow perched atop a white birch Tree, while a yellow-skinned frog crawled out of the green lake water. Caws mingled with croaks as they cursed each other's blindness..."
Xiao Xiao softly hummed this ancient Hunting Song. Wearing a pair of Silkworm Skin Gloves, he skillfully used tweezers and clamps to separate the little fairy's flesh, preserving every collected material—skin, muscle, fat, nerves, blood vessels, bones, and so on—in four separate glass bottles.
Two sets were to be handed over to the Trident Sword, two to the school, and everything left over belonged to the You Zui Hunting Team.
Fatty Xin held a Quill Pen and paper tape, labeling every bottle. Dylan hugged a clipboard, recording each bottle's issue number and making detailed descriptions of the retained samples.
Only Zheng Qing stood beside them like a fool, blankly watching his companions bustle about.
Well, not just him.
The young master of the Dragon Hunting Ground, Vass Egger, was equally "idle." He leaned against an apple Tree at the edge of this "bloody ground," a Quill Pen in hand as he scribbled on a piece of parchment, apparently writing a love letter to some girl.
Zheng Qing had reached that conclusion because a silly smile kept appearing on Young Master Vass's face. He felt that the Creator had been utterly fair in this one regard—whether clever or dull, handsome or ugly, children in love always wore their foolishness on their faces.
"If you have nothing to do, go keep an eye on the Magic Flame for me." The busy Doctor stopped humming and gave the order without looking up. "Once