"Is it here?"
"Yes, sir."
"There's a smell of death... very fresh death."
"We didn't kill any prey, sir."
"We believe that... such filthy magic residue couldn't possibly have even a copper's worth of connection with my lovely students."
"Did those mutated Getrassi die?"
"We shouldn't rule out any possibilities."
In the vast hunting ground, the low conversation between Hilda and Zheng Qing could be faintly heard, apart from which there was no sound, highlighting a surprising stillness.
Even a half-abandoned hunting ground shouldn't be this quiet.
Zheng Qing noticed this and immediately reported it to the teaching assistant.
"Don't worry, it's still within the coverage of the School Guardian Array." Hilda squatted on the ground, stroking her earring, murmuring, "Clearly, there was a fierce magic disturbance here. Those sensitive little bugs have burrowed into the soil to play dead... or are actually dead."
