A prophecy fulfilled.
It meant that some ominous or joking words had become reality.
Zheng Qing did not know whether Fatty Xin possessed a bloodline of spoken magic, but he felt the fat man definitely had the mouth of a raven—Monday had not even ended before the black jade in Zheng Qing's hand fell to the ground.
But it had not been an accident. He had thrown it away himself.
On Monday night, when Zheng Qing returned to his dormitory, he encountered an out-of-control Gargoyle beneath the dorm building. The Gargoyle had suddenly fallen from some eave, baring its fangs and claws as it pounced at Zheng Qing. Startled, the young wizard instinctively flung away the black jade in his hand and reached for the talisman gun in his Gray Cloth Bag.
As expected, the Ghoul's head was blown apart by a shot from the young assistant instructor, who had reacted in time.
Fortunately, the black jade had landed in the grass and was not damaged. But the encounter reminded Zheng Qing to switch the jade to his left hand, keeping his right hand free to deal with any sudden emergencies.
"The School Labor Committee's investigation concluded that the Ghoul was an accident."
The following afternoon, Jiang Yu found Zheng Qing and informed him of the details of the previous night's incident. "Do you know about Martin Tower Alchemy Company's recent efforts to improve Gargoyle power systems? The Applied Magic Institute's Jabir Alchemy Laboratory took on that project. At the time, Jabir Alchemy Laboratory studied the characteristics of magical power circulation in several special Magical Lifeforms and proposed several different improvement plans. Then, during the third-stage safety tests, the laboratory randomly selected several Gargoyles on campus, made targeted optimizations to them, and tested how the different plans performed in operation.