Chapter 115 Compensation

Edith casually narrated the whole experience she had just had.

Shelly silently glanced at the book she had placed on the table, confirming that the titles were indeed those two, and hesitated to say, "...It's okay."

Let’s just think of these two as warding off disaster for the teacher.

"He is the heir after all. Nothing good will come from having too much contact with him." He added, "Next time you see him, ignore him."

"It's too rude to ignore it." Edith frowned, "You still have to give me some perfunctory response. I know the limit."

Shelly hummed, "I'll take care of it."

Dealing with what? Zebulon?

Edith looked up at him suspiciously, but he deliberately looked away, making it hard to tell what he was thinking. "Are you borrowing these two books for the upcoming game?" Shelly turned his gaze back, and there was no emotion other than concern in his eyes, and the topic was naturally led to something else.

Edith swallowed her doubts and nodded: "Joe is emotionally unstable, I want to magnify this flaw of his as much as possible."

Shelly lowered his eyes and gently flipped the book on the table: "Do I really have to use this?"

Edith glanced over and saw the page that Shirley had opened.

"How to take off the enemy's pants - make him hold up his pants with both hands so that he loses the ability to hold the wand!"

Edith: “…”

Damn it, this is really not decent.

Shelly continued to turn the pages of the book. Perhaps it was because he had been living in a dark environment since he was a child, his skin was frighteningly pale, and when he looked at the book, it almost blended into the paper.

Edith frowned as she looked at the scar that was made more obvious by her skin tone.

Shelly wouldn't be able to withstand so much damage when handling ordinary medicinal herbs.

"This book... the second half is still acceptable." Shelly's voice suddenly came, bringing Edith back to reality. "Teacher? What's wrong?"

"Nothing." Edith quickly lowered her eyes, swallowing back her emotions like Shelly just now. She pulled the book next to the other person, lowered her head and glanced at it, her eyes moving slightly.

It really works.

"No wonder this book is on the top shelf..."

Pranks have a very high requirement for the degree of evil. Once they exceed the limit, they become pure evil rather than a joke.

"I see." She stood up quickly, holding two books under her arm and hurried out the door. "I have to go back and study this."

Shelly also stood up, but had no intention of opening the door: "I can also watch from here, let's study it together."

It has always been like this. Every time the teacher saw something new in the book that was worth studying, he would bring it to the lab to discuss it with him - and it should be done this way now.

"No, staying too long will arouse suspicion." Edith refused. "I also have other things to deal with - Tuttle helped me get Joe's sister's medical records, and we plan to meet in the reading room to discuss them tomorrow night."

"You've been working too hard lately. Take a rest for two days. I'll tell you when I come up with the results."

"OK."

Shirley said nothing, but gently opened the door for Edith, and found a roll of sheepskin to help her tie up the book so that it would not easily bleed when tucked under her arm. "See you next time."

Edith waved her free arm and hurried away.

The door was closed in front of me.

Edith was afraid that if she moved too hard, the things in the lab would be affected by the vibration, so she moved the door with care, and the door didn't make any sound. Shelly gently placed his hand on the table that Edith had just touched, and stayed there for a while before leaving.

...Now is not the time to dwell on this.'

He pushed open the door of the inner laboratory, half-knelt on the ground, and looked down at Edith who was sleeping soundly in the ice coffin.

This feeling is really strange. Even though I know that the teacher is still alive, seeing this scene still makes people feel depressed and breathless.

Tuttle, Zebulon.

He wrote the two names on the notebook, paused, and put the notebook on the inside of the table, the place that was least likely to be touched. Then, he pulled out a new notebook from behind and dipped it in ink to write.

"Joe Rodney—Celeste Eddy."

They really look alike.

......

Maybe it was because of Zebulun’s popular science lecture on World of Warcraft yesterday, but Edith listened attentively for a while in today’s World of Warcraft class.

"Why don't you go sit over there and read a book for a while." Heda said in a low voice with her head down, a little worried, "Although today is a practical class, I can help cover for you."

Edith had to take the third-year exam, and even though she was good at Potions, public courses like History of Magic required a lot of time to read and memorize.

"No, thank you." Edith shook her head and looked at the protagonist of today's class.

——It was a small bird the size of a thumb.

Not only was it thumb-sized, the bird looked like a separate thumb.

"It's really creepy to watch." Mu Lin shuddered, "... It reminds me of the group of people in the bar next to my house who used their frozen big toes to soak in wine."

Everyone couldn't help but vomit.

Stimulated by the sound, the joint of the "thumb" suddenly squirmed, and a head popped out from the rough texture. The eyes were pure black, rolling around and observing the surroundings.

"The sound-eating bird and the demon-eating bird are of the same origin." The teacher finally appeared in front of everyone. She hurried to the middle, stretched out a hand, let the bird jump gently, and pulled it around in a circle. "But because they like to come out late at night and have a long breeding cycle, they are far less numerous than the demon-eating bird."

"It's very rare, and there's no record of it in the textbooks. I hadn't planned to bring you to learn about it, but I didn't expect that the academy rescued a few of them not long ago. It's just right, so I might as well bring you to see it."

Edith turned her head and looked at the treetops: she had used bird-eating feathers before, but had never seen a living bird-eating bird.

"Many adventurers who were killed by dragons in the deep forests in adventure novels in the past were actually the sound-eating birds that were accidentally encountered - they just looked like stumps from a distance."

"I thought it would be called Thumbbird." Amy tried to scoop one down from the tree nearby. "So why is it called Food Voice--"

His voice suddenly disappeared.

Lin Qi, who was standing nearby, was startled and subconsciously drew out his hidden blade, but the teacher shouted at him, "Stop!"

Lynch quickly retracted his hidden blade, but the moment he inserted it back, no one heard the sharp sound of breaking through the air.

He opened his mouth and found that his voice was gone.

"I told you not to move around." The teacher complained. She walked to Amy first, gently touched the bird he was about to touch, and then without warning, she pried its mouth open and fell down by its tail.

Amy cried out.

"It's okay, just some pranks by the birds." The teacher clapped his hands casually, "You can now interact freely on your own, just don't hurt them."

Everyone dispersed. Bell ran over to help Lynch pry the bird's beak open. Tuttle stood beside Edith and gently touched the bird's head with his fingers: "With this thing to help, wouldn't it be easy to complete the infiltration mission?" After all, any sound was detected by it-""

He was talking to Edith, but the bird suddenly opened its mouth wide, and his voice suddenly became louder without any warning: "--swallowed!"

Everyone's attention was focused in an instant.

Tuttle covered his mouth with his hands, and a rare look of fear appeared in his eyes. He looked at Edith beside him and said in a low voice: "What's going on——"

"What's going on, what's going on, what's going on!"

His voice once again circled in the woods, startling the surrounding birds and making Edith cover her ears. The teacher came over with a smile and pinched the bird's mouth: "What's wrong with you?"

Tuttle snorted cautiously, and when he found his voice had returned to normal, he spoke vaguely, "What's wrong? I didn't do anything?"

Edith repeated to the teacher what he had just said.

"Ha, I thought this knowledge point could only be explained by me, but I didn't expect that someone could actually figure it out." The teacher laughed and touched the furry head beside him.

"Yes, the sound-eating bird can easily help people sneak into a place, but at the same time, it can also easily make you discovered. It can swallow the sound, and naturally it can spit it out." The teacher pointed in the direction of Tuttle: "The sound-eating bird just now was like this. Your words made it feel uncomfortable, so it directly retaliated against you."

"If you are confident that you can tame this creature, you can try using it--"

Her voice suddenly became louder during the last few words.

"——do something bad!"

The birds around were startled again.

teacher:"......"

Amid the laughter of her classmates, she coughed a few times to cover up her embarrassment: "Alright! See? Even a teacher can't control monsters!"

"If any of you can completely tame one, I will give up my position as teacher!"

Edith smiled along with the crowd.

But she did not touch the bird as others did, coaxing a pet or conquering a wild beast. After everyone dispersed, she gently placed her hand in front of the bird that had just played a prank on the teacher and Tuttle, waiting for it to touch her actively.

She slowly moved her fingers to its head and stroked it from front to back.

"Okay, I'm sorry just now. I apologize on their behalf." Edith observed that it was not unpredictable, but simply easy to get angry - Tuttle just called it "this thing", and the teacher used the word "tame", which was obviously a high-ranking word. In this case, it seemed reasonable for the sound-eating bird to give them a louder sound because of anger.

The one that just devoured Amy wasn't angry at all when being picked up by the teacher, but this one was so angry and seemed much smarter.

"Can you stand on my finger?" Edith decided to treat it as she would a human. She felt the creature under her hand gradually calm down, and asked cautiously. The bird retracted its wings comfortably, and it looked like a thumb again, which was a bit scary.

Hearing what she said, the bird raised its head, hesitated for two seconds, and stretched out its two feet from under its layers of feathers.

It stood firmly on Edith's finger.

Edith didn't dare to act rashly. She was quiet for a while, and when she saw that the bird had no intention of coming down, she could only ask the teacher for help.

The teacher turned around after hearing the sound, and the moment she saw Edith's action, the look in her eyes could almost be described as horror.

"......sky."

Several students who were nearby looked over.

"...Have you ever come into contact with this kind of creature before?" She moved closer, with a strange light flashing in her eyes.

Edith thought for a moment and said, "No."

But there are corpses as raw materials for medicine.

Teacher: "...Goddess above, that's talent."

It seemed that his reputation as a genius had spread a little too much. When the teacher encountered such a thing, he was just surprised and felt that the genius was worthy of being a genius.

Some students looked the same after seeing this, but as soon as they put their hands on the bird's feet, they were pecked hard. When the bird cried, the sound was swallowed up. For a moment, the whole forest seemed to be performing a pantomime.

The students turned their eyes away while feeling the pain. Edith could not stand the burning gaze and wanted to put the bird down, but suddenly she felt that she could not make a sound.

It's hungry.

It was such a magical experience.

She stamped her feet, but couldn't even make a sound. Then she realized the truth of what Tuttle said - if she could really establish a good relationship with this kind of bird, any infiltration mission that required forcing people could be completed smoothly.

The Silence Spell can only surround a fixed place and has a time limit, but the Sound-Eating Bird can move and is much more flexible.