"As the saying goes, what you think about by day, you dream about by night. You've been obsessing over those crows, so they were bound to echo in your dreams... Don't jump at every shadow."
"Could it be that you've been under too much pressure lately and started hallucinating?"
Zheng Qing lay sprawled over the desk, listening to Xiao Xiao and Fatty Xin's analysis. He let out a listless yawn, a trace of regret rising in his heart. He had known perfectly well that he should not have told the two of them about that speculation, yet he still could not resist asking for everyone's opinion—this was probably what people called indecisiveness.
Of course, because of the Silent Contract, he had no way to describe last night's specific mission in detail. He could only vaguely mention his several instances of "déjà vu," as well as how he had once again "intuited" the image of crows yesterday.
Perhaps that was why his companions seemed so unconcerned.
Thinking of this, he blinked his sore, dry eyes, opened the silver case of his pocket watch, and glanced at the time.
It was 5:43 on Sunday afternoon.
In less than twenty minutes, it would be time for the weekly class meeting.
Last night's investigation had continued until after six in the morning. Within a five-kilometer radius around the North District Wizards hunting party that had encountered trouble, the Teaching Assistant Group had discovered a total of 1,131 traces suspected to have been left behind by Dark Wizard activity—these included Black Magic secretions like those Hilda had found, abnormal deaths among certain plants, and birds and insects driven out of control and into madness by the effects of Black Magic. Do not think that number was large. Considering the vast and abundant natural resources of