Because Zheng Qing was seated near the edge of the bar and was quick on his feet, he only sprayed his drink onto the floor.
His other two companions were less fortunate. Sitting close together, and with Fatty Xin's bulk making him unwieldy, he and Doctor Xiao ended up spraying their drinks all over each other.
But compared with what Senior Colmar had just said, getting a few mouthfuls of liquor on themselves did not seem nearly so distressing.
"Se... sexual magic?!" Zheng Qing fought through the searing pain in his chest after coughing, his face flushed red as he looked up at Colmar in panic. "N-no, sorry, I don't quite understand what you mean!"
His muddled words mingled with Dr. Xiao and Fatty Xin's violent coughing, making the entire bar even more chaotic.
Xiao Xiao's cough sounded like that of a startled rabbit, as though he might tuck his tail and flee at any moment; Fatty Xin's, meanwhile, sounded more like a snorting fat pig's, his blinking little eyes brimming with excitement and agitation.
"Oh, it's 'bang-bang' magic... Doesn't know?" As she spoke, Colmar formed a ring with her left thumb and forefinger, extended the index finger of her right hand, then thrust it in and out of the ring. "Like this... Don't young people all like this sort of athletic magic?"
The witch's gestures were somewhat crude, but their meaning could not have been clearer.
Zheng Qing confirmed that the suggestive images surfacing in his mind were not an illusion.
"W-Wizard Alliance... doesn't the Wizard Alliance discourage this kind of magic?" Xiao Xiao timidly reached out, seeming to want to take the commission form back from Colmar.
But with a nimble turn of her wrist, the witch slipped the commission form into a drawer beneath the bar.
"Discouraged