The wine Andrew had just bought was naturally not sour.
Zheng Qing was only teasing him.
The Trident Commissioner, finally coming to his senses, immediately pulled a long face. He pressed a hand to the young teaching assistant's shoulder and rather roughly shoved him out of the office. At the door, however, he still dutifully reminded him, "The payment should arrive around noon. Same old rules—you just need to take the delivery slip to Chase Bank to collect the money."
For a big deal worth seven hundred and fifty jade coins, a half-day payment period was perfectly acceptable.
Zheng Qing happily kissed the red delivery slip, folded it into thirds, carefully tucked it deep into the Gray Cloth Bag, then headed cheerfully toward the school while pondering what to have for breakfast.
With a large sum now in hand, he felt he could indulge a little this morning. His omelet would not only be spread with caviar, but stuffed with truffles and lobster meat as well, washed down with sweet-and-sour sea buckthorn juice. Just thinking about it made his mouth water.
Just as Zheng Qing swallowed a mouthful of saliva and turned a street corner, a black shadow crashed into him head-on. Caught off guard, the young wizard only had time to dodge hard to the side before landing on his backside.
Then he watched helplessly as the black shadow scampered away with a rapid clatter of hooves.
If he had not seen wrong, it was a sheep.
A black goat.
After realizing that he had been knocked down by a goat, Zheng Qing's first instinct was not to draw his spellbook and bind the culprit. Instead, the auspicious taboos he had seen while flipping through the old almanac that morning flashed through his mind.
"Clash with Goat, evil in