Chapter 2 Aristocratic Basic Cultivation_1

"As we all know, the Merlin Medal permanently hosts a powerful spell. Would you mind telling us what the spell on your medal is?"

"It's a summoning spell." Zheng Qing answered very simply, then shook his head firmly, refusing to explain any further.

Xin Fat Man shrugged in disappointment and continued his question:

"When did you find out you were awarded the Merlin Medal?"

"Old Yao told me after our regular class meeting last weekend."

"You didn't get wind of it before?"

"Before?" Zheng Qing wrinkled his nose, answering somewhat uncertainly: "I didn't get any hint... However, when I was dealing with the Wild Demon at Great Ming Pavilion, Andrew, the chubby young agent from Trident Sword, told me that he would apply for some reward for me, but he didn't say it would definitely be the Merlin Medal."

"Why didn't you tell us about this sooner?" Xin Fat Man crossed his arms, watching his feather pen dancing happily on the paper, his voice filled with envy and regret.