Chapter 2006: Chapter 227: Helping Each Other Out

“I lent a little help.”

Jiang Yu suddenly stepped forward, speaking up to relieve Zheng Qing from the awkward situation: “The Zhongshan Jiang Family and the Qingqiu Su Family have been lifelong friends, so I asked my elder at home to write a letter for Brother Qing to take to the Greenhill Mansion… Actually, Councillor Su is far easier to deal with than other Big Wizards and isn’t as cold as the newspaper says.”

Zheng Qing looked in amazement at the witch next to him, who was brazenly spouting nonsense, not even noticing that the hands clutching his arms had loosened their grip, causing two excited gorillas to come to a realization.

“No wonder!”

Xin Fat Man punched his palm, enviously and jealously casting a glance at the young scholarship student: “Actually, you could have handed this over to me. I’m much better at talking than the captain… definitely wouldn’t have taken so long to get a reply.”

Receiving the gaze of the Fat Wizard, Zheng Qing felt a jolt in his heart and quickly closed his slightly parted mouth, his brain frantically spinning. Jiang Yu knew about his relationship with Su Shijun; he remembered Councillor Su mentioning it personally during the Black Prison battle — during that battle, apart from him, Jiang Yu, and the Black Cat, only two assistants lay unconscious.

Of course, those perceptive Big Wizards on the battlefield should have heard something too, but Big Wizards have their pride and won’t casually gossip to small journalists.

And after the Black Prison battle, Jiang Yu never brought up the matter again.

Zheng Qing hoped that the school’s Silence Contract had taken effect, but it seemed the witch just didn’t want to discuss this slightly sensitive topic with him.

Thinking of this, the boy felt a bit guilty, quickly glancing several times at the witch beside him out of the corner of his eye.

Since Jiang Yu had stepped forward, she hadn’t looked his way, making it impossible for him to guess the witch’s thoughts through her gaze.

“My family also has good relations with Qingqiu,” Zhang Ji Xin muttered to himself, touching his nose. “But my elder brother says that the most important thing in the Hunting Competition is fairness. Relying on family help to gain an advantage in the competition…”

The words abruptly ended.

No one covered Zhang Ji Xin’s mouth; he simply realized his explanation seemed to indirectly criticize Jiang Yu, so he voluntarily shut up.

He then nervously glanced at the witch, murmuring in a small voice, “I didn’t mean that. I meant even if I told my family, they wouldn’t help…”

The more you try to defend a mistake, the worse it gets. Before he finished speaking, Zhang Ji Xin felt dejected, his face turning purple.

But before the witch had a chance to speak, Xin Fat Man jumped out to take up the challenge: “This isn’t cheating! Bloodline is strength, luck is strength, why isn’t power strength? If true absolute fairness is required, then those vampires and werewolves from Alpha should first strip out their extraordinary bloodline, and everyone use the same law book and talisman pen to compete!”

“Exactly, exactly.”

Zheng Qing quickly chimed in, raising his voice slightly: “That letter is at most just an introduction. What really convinced Councillor Su was the strength of the Atonement Hunting Team… Perhaps you guys have forgotten, but we once fought side by side with Councillor Su in front of the Black Prison Castle. She has a good impression of our hunting team!”

This was not only to reassure Jiang Yu but also to comfort Zhang Ji Xin, telling him there was no cheating or shady dealings involved.

Zhang Ji Xin’s expression eased a bit, muttering, “I know, I know… I just felt you might misunderstand what I meant earlier… If needed, I can also write a letter to my family.”

“You’re a bit late.”

Jiang Yu blinked and smiled, showing no sign of anger, her tone light and comforting: “Plus, as a witch, I’m probably more suitable to write to Councillor Su than you.”

“You are indeed more suitable.”

Doctor Xiao finally spoke again, adjusting his glasses, his gaze resting on the witch after hovering between Zheng Qing and Jiang Yu for a moment, puzzled: “This is the only part I don’t quite understand about this matter… Why did you let Mr. Zha go to the Greenhill Mansion instead of going yourself… Logically, as a witch, you should be more suitable to enter the Greenhill Mansion than him.”

Jiang Yu evidently hadn’t expected Xiao Xiao to ask such a question, and she was taken aback.

This time, Zheng Qing helped her out.

“Oh, because I had to find Poseidon.”

The young scholarship student immediately replied — for this reason, he didn’t even mind being called Mr. Zha by the doctor — but tried to look casual, explaining:

“You know, that little guy plays with Su Ya all day… Also, you might understand the environment of the Greenhill Mansion is really beneficial for the little fox… It spends most of the semester there, rarely staying at the Pet Garden… The fox maids love it there… I have to check it occasionally to make sure it’s not being bullied… While I was at it, I helped deliver a letter.”

This was the initial reason he thought to explain to his companions—Poseidon has good relations with the Greenhill Mansion, so he could contact Su Shijun—though he also knew this reason was somewhat lame, easily seen through.

But using a previously low-grade excuse worked perfectly here.

Meanwhile, the Warlock glanced at the witch.

Jiang Yu also looked at him and smiled, suddenly feeling much more relieved, as did the previously uneasy sensation.

“Just knew dealing with the witch was a task you could definitely trust Mr. Zha with!” Xin Fat Man patted Zheng Qing’s shoulder, endlessly praising him.

“Cough cough cough!” Zhang Ji Xin started a violent cough, signaling desperately to the Fat Wizard.

Fat Man feigned confusion, looking at Zheng Qing, whose face had turned awful, and at the witch who’s face was stiffened again, finally unable to hold back and burst out laughing.

The laughter dispelled the chill of the late night, also lifting the cloud hanging over the young hunters’ minds from the Atonement Hunting Team.

Listening to the Fat Man’s laughter, Zheng Qing’s mood swung between terrible and great, leaving him feeling a bit twisted. He finally couldn’t help but interrupt, saying: “Don’t think finding a mentor solves everything… You should know what happens when others find out the identity of the Atonement mentor.”

“What could happen?” The Fat Wizard nonchalantly waved his hand: “At most, they’ll block the classroom door to admire our great and brilliant image.”

“That’s a privilege only Jiang Da Headmaster enjoys.” Xiao Xiao adjusted his glasses, unexpectedly jabbing at him: “As for you, I’m very skeptical you’ll be bagged and clubbed, then thrown into Lin Zhong Lake to feed the Fishmen… I recall the Fishmen despise the Campus Newspaper journalists.”

“Exactly,” Zheng Qing hated the Fat Wizard’s shamelessness, chiming in deceptively from a third-party position, a pitched voice: “That damned Fat Man, what right does he have to be so close to Councillor Su! He should be beaten to death and fed to the dog… Fish!”

This unexpected speculation seemed quite logical.

Xin Fat Man listened, turning white-faced.