Chapter 2608: Chapter 829: Imperial Decree Studies

Zheng Qing reached out and grabbed the horn of the black mountain goat in front of him. It blinked its innocent big eyes, motionless, reminding him of Asmodeus at the Seven Sins meeting last night.

Only this wasn’t the meeting room of the Seven Sins, and this black mountain goat was just an ordinary goat.

At this moment, he was in the classroom of Imperial Decree Studies.

This was the second class on Saturday morning. Since the class time was squeezed out through Time Conversion, Zheng Qing was already feeling a bit hungry as the class was about to end.

However, just about half an hour before class was over, the professor suddenly initiated a test, requiring each student to write a decree and make the goat in front of them perform a samba dance to pass.

Thus, there was the scene of confrontation above.

The black mountain goat assigned to Zheng Qing was quite mischievous, always stretching its tongue to lick the talisman paper stuck to its forehead, which forced Zheng Qing to suppress the restless black mountain goat physically after failing twice.

"Don’t lick anymore... or I’ll have roast goat for lunch!" he warned fiercely, gritting his teeth, as his mouth involuntarily filled with saliva.

Gulp.

He naturally swallowed the saliva, and this instinctive action scared the restless little goat. Coupled with the strong pressure from the top of its head, it finally calmed down.

Zheng Qing hastily wrote ’...by the decree of the mister’ at the end of the new decree. Non-Atlas Academy students were especially flexible at this point, not specifically looking for a particular divine spirit as the master of the decree—names were just codes; as long as they were willing to respond and drive the decree, it didn’t matter who.

According to Zheng Qing’s observation, Alpha students in white robes liked to leave certain noble surnames on their decrees, while those in red robes preferred to use the names of their ancestors. The blue gowns were the most open, writing down strange entities like Superman, Spider-Man, and Doraemon alongside commonly seen names like Odin, Zeus, Yan Wang, and Satan.

Zheng Qing did not have powerful ancestors, nor did he know the taboos of those noble surnames, and he was not sure whether Superman or Spider-Man would respond to his call, so he chose the most conservative two words, Mister.

Spit!

The warlock spat on the back of the talisman paper and slapped it on the little goat’s forehead.

The little goat habitually turned its head but couldn’t move away since Zheng Qing was holding its horn.

Zheng Qing breathed a sigh of relief, flipped open the law book, and quickly recited the decree.

His voice was not loud, but he was not the only one raising his voice in the classroom at that moment—some were chanting "Eastern Emperor’s decree, all gods listen," others sang "What disaster cannot be extinguished, what fortune cannot be attained," and some were declaiming "Descend into the dust to preach for the Taoist Ancestor; in seclusion with the treasured tome, expound the truth for Doumu," creating a lively and bustling scene in the classroom.

The professor, following the seating order, called the students up one by one to the podium to watch them command the little goats to dance. Once the goat danced, the student could leave the class, and the goat would vanish into the professor’s sleeve.

By the time it was Zheng Qing’s turn, the classroom was almost empty, and he felt for the first time the negative impact of sitting in the back corner. However, when he led the goat to the professor, the professor only glanced at the decree on the goat’s forehead, and his head involuntarily jerked back, as if punched forcefully in the face, appearing as if he would fall at any second.

"Who did you write as the decree master?"

The professor held his forehead, drooping his eyelids, with a somewhat exasperated tone.

Zheng Qing sniffed, hesitantly looked at the equally innocent little goat: "...It’s ’Mister,’ an elder wizard who taught me talismans."

There was nothing wrong with this.

But the professor on the podium still covered his face, letting out a muffled grunt: "I was just conducting a little pop quiz, was it necessary? Go on, go on, your test is passed..."

"But I..." Zheng Qing wanted to say that his little goat hadn’t danced yet.

"Class dismissed!"

The professor shouted, waving his hand fiercely outward.

Before Zheng Qing could react, the little goat under his hand dashed out of the classroom, and the professor did not stop it, letting the little goat trot away.

He could only bewilderedly chase after his classroom assignment.

As it turned out, he was not the only one hungry.

He found his ’classroom assignment’ in the cafeteria—at that time, the little goat was standing beside Xin Fat Man, eagerly devouring a lettuce, its puffed-out cheeks making the talisman paper on its forehead rise and fall.

"Over here!"

The fat wizard waved at Zheng Qing.

"How did you know this is my goat?" Zheng Qing panted as he ran over, complaining: "I chased it across half the academy! Do you want to eat roast whole goat?"

The little goat, initially munching heartily, seemed to sense a hint of killing intent and immediately raised its head, looking around in confusion.

"I thought the characters on this talisman looked familiar!" The fat wizard looked enlightened, wiping the corner of his mouth, gently patting the little goat’s back: "I didn’t know it was your goat... I’d love to eat roast whole goat... With this one? Though a bit lean, it seems quite tender and delicious."

Having not found the source of the murderous intent, the little goat lowered its head once again, happily munching on the lettuce.

Zheng Qing looked at this fool, finally sighing deeply and turning to find a tray.

When he returned to the table, the little goat had already eaten up the lettuce, and the talisman paper on its forehead was in the fat wizard’s hand for closer examination.

"This is a decree, right?" Xin seemed eager to showcase his knowledge: "Your decree master at the end is a bit vague, generally quite difficult to invite any truly powerful entities..."

Zheng Qing didn’t want to discuss the issue.

"What about the doctor?"

He took a big bite of a fried chicken cutlet, looking around at the table, mumbling: "Wasn’t he with you? How’s what I asked you guys to investigate last night?"

Last night, after returning to the dormitory from the Seven Sins meeting, the first thing he did was inform his roommates of his discovery. Because it involved Linda Barnes’ circle of friends, the fat wizard volunteered to help Zheng Qing verify the matter, while Xiao Xiao was in charge of filtering the list.

"Sima took him away... they should be eating now too."

When Xin said this, his face carried a hint of sourness: "As for what you mentioned yesterday, I chatted with Linda this morning, indirectly asked her, besides her own intelligence network at home, she also found some ’friends’ from Alpha Academy who were quite influential... Do you know who’s among them?"

"Who?" Zheng Qing patiently endured the suspense.

"Blair, Black, Zhang, Wang, Li, Zhao, O’Brien, Ventur, Karen, and so on," the fat wizard recited a string of surnames like poetry, then shrugged: "Virtually all the surnames you are familiar with are included. Linda was once the deputy editor of the campus newspaper, her connections are astonishingly vast, combined with the Alpha People’s penchant for mutual support in small circles... Finding that Mr. Arrogance through her, four words, nearly impossible!"

"Why did she find so many people!" Zheng Qing suddenly felt a bit discouraged, squeezing his hand as he felt the mouse tail slipping from between his fingers.

"Naturally, to turn you into Miss Zheng Qing in public opinion as quickly as possible!" The fat wizard patted his belly, letting out a satisfied burp.