"What level was that Dog Demon, roughly?"
"About level five or six."
"How long did your fight last?"
"Ten seconds? Fifteen at most... I used a charm gun, so it was very fast."
"Other than the two of you, were there any other witnesses at the scene?"
"My grandfather and father were there too, but they aren't wizards. The area was shrouded in smoke at the time, so they didn't see the Dog Demon either."
"So in other words, apart from yourself, there was no one, no demon, and no other evidence that could prove what you said, correct?" After a brief round of questioning and note-taking, the Trident Commissioner put away the notebook in his hand and summarized the matter thusly.
Zheng Qing immediately became a little unhappy.
"You don't believe me?" he countered. Then he puffed out his chest and said, "I'm a first-year scholarship student at First University Jiuyou Academy. The hunting team I formed won the Freshman Competition, and I've fought demons more than three times over the past six months. There's no way I could be mistaken about something like this."
He spoke with absolute confidence and ringing conviction, making the commissioner look at him sideways.
In the past, when others doubted him, Zheng Qing would at most wave it off with a smile. He would never have defended himself so fiercely and seriously. He had once hated this sort of argument.
But after studying at First University for half a year, perhaps because of his companions' subtle influence, or perhaps simply because his horizons had broadened, he felt that sometimes he should—and had to—stand firmly by his own opinion.
"No, no, no. I'm not doubting what you said." Li Yijin waved his hand in denial, then explained, "I'm merely saying that you don't have