Zheng Qing may not have much of a talent for politics, but he is not foolish.
Before Andrew spoke the final sentence, he still thought that the purpose of several members of the Trident Sword coming to Greenhill Mansion today was truly to determine which magic to solidify on the Merlin Medal.
Then he heard Andrew's abrupt suggestion.
Join the Trident Sword.
These words inexplicably brought a term to Zheng Qing's mind—revealing intent at the last moment.
If he were an ordinary student, receiving invitations to the best positions within the Alliance before graduation would naturally be a delightful affair.
But the problem lies in the fact that he is not ordinary—even though he often jokingly refers to himself as a regular little wizard—he is somewhat self-aware of this.
What joining the Trident Sword means, he still isn't quite sure; but why the Trident Sword has taken a liking to him, the young cost student has some guesses.
