"--Amen Tofu Akbar!"
Far away from Thomas's hidden laboratory, Hilda Tang Alfanso quietly cursed these words.
At this moment, he was standing at the foot of the boys' dormitory hill, exhausted and with vacant eyes.
This is the mental state of any worker forced to work overtime on weekends. However, what made him utter such fragrant words wasn't the person assigning him tasks—he didn't dare—but rather to the tall and thin warlock who had suddenly appeared before him.
Hilda recognized this guy, named Qian Doudou. Like him, he was a member of the 'Zheng Qing Guard Squad'. However, Qian Doudou was the leader of another squad, and his official position was in the office of the Professor Joint Meeting.
"ID card, please."
The tall, thin warlock stood in front of Hilda with a solemn face, holding a notepad with a law book hanging at his waist. A neatly clipped feather pen hovered straight over the notepad, as if ready to record Hilda's every word.
