Edgar Allan Poe once said, "Do not believe anything you hear. Even what you see with your own eyes can only be believed halfway."
Zheng Qing had once been somewhat doubtful of those words, until the ordinary talisman bullet in his magazine struck an Archwizard and sent him into oblivion with a single shot. Then those words suddenly came to mind, and he understood what it meant to believe only half of what one saw with one's own eyes. Just like that dead Dark Wizard, the only thing one could trust was that it was dead.
The poet had still been somewhat tactful.
At that moment, the young wizard felt that sometimes, even believing half of what he witnessed with his own eyes seemed slightly excessive.
"It really wasn't me."
That evening, at the celebration banquet held by the Trident Sword, Zheng Qing had no idea how many times he had repeated those words. He looked earnestly at the invited mistress of Qingqiu Mansion beside him, his tone somewhat helpless. "I swear, really, there was only an ordinary talisman bullet in my gun at the time. It was absolutely no stronger than what an ordinary Registered Wizard could manage..."
"An ordinary Registered Wizard doesn't have the ability to blow holes in a top-tier Archwizard's head over and over again." Su Shijun looped one arm through his while holding a glass of Amber Light in the other, smiling at the boy with meaningful intent.
Zheng Qing could not deny that.
"That was because..."
"That was because the talismans Professor Yao gave you were very useful, right? I heard Professor Simon even helped you retrieve one." The witch nervously and swiftly cut off the young scholarship student's explanation, then changed the subject. "Indeed, I don't think an ordinary talisman bullet could blow