Chapter 69 Words also have impact

The two people who were drawn stood up at the same time and raised their hands to indicate that they had no objection to the result of the draw. There was a burst of cheers and applause from all around, most of which were well-intentioned, but there were also obvious voices of people just watching the fun.

"Langman, if you beat her you will be number one!"

Someone in the fourth grade stands yelled, and laughter suddenly broke out all around.

Although Langman's own strength is not the strongest, the strange spells he used in daily games still left a shadow on everyone. His moves are not fierce, but they are very strange. He is recognized as a top 20 player.

It would be funny if Edith fell into his hands.

Langman, who was at the center of the conversation, waved his hands awkwardly, and did not show any contempt for the people around him. He looked at Edith apologetically and bowed slightly, indicating that he had no intention of arguing.

Edith returned the greeting, without any of the sharpness she had just shown on the podium.

She didn't want to be the enemy of all students.

The two of them sat down, and the insects in the sky quickly arranged themselves into the appearances of other people, and continued to draw lots. The audience's attention was also focused on the next person. Edith breathed a sigh of relief and was about to be in a daze for a short time, but she felt someone patting her shoulder from behind.

She turned her head.

It's Tuttle.

"Something's wrong." His brows were still furrowed, and he looked unhappy. "There's no reason for you to be matched with Langman in the first round."

"Although it is a draw, as far as I know, the college is not completely random. They usually divide the top 50 and the bottom 50 into two groups, and each side draws a card to form the opponents in the first round." Tuttle's parents both graduated from Beaujolais College. After joining the association, they have close contact with the college and have a deep understanding of these "unwritten rules."

"It's understandable. It's just to prevent two strong players from consuming each other too early. After all, a game where one game decides the winner is too arbitrary." Tuttle did not want to criticize this system. "Under such unspoken rules, the final ranking of the game can more objectively show everyone's strength level."

"You and Langman are both in the top 50. You shouldn't be drawn into a group in the first round."

Edith subconsciously looked in the direction of Zebulon, but unexpectedly he was also looking at her, with a hint of confusion between his brows.

Seeing Edith looking at him, he quickly looked away and pretended nothing had happened.

It looks like there really is a ghost.

Edith withdrew her gaze. At this moment, the insects in the sky were arranged in the shape of Zebulon. The man stood up quickly, and the whole venue suddenly burst into thunderous applause.

Everyone seemed to be concerned about his identity as a prince. Although the applause was enthusiastic, no one could be heard cheering. There was very little respect, but not enough emotion.

The one he played against was a third-year student whose name he could not remember. Edith looked through the list of those who advanced to the second round and found that he was ranked 89th.

When the boy saw his face appear next to Zebulun, his face quickly turned pale and he could only stand up with the help of the people around him.

His journey in the league has apparently ended here.

"... a very weak opponent." Edith commented simply. Tuttle nodded: "That's reasonable."

"I suggest you appeal to the school. If you are worried that going on your own won't be effective, you can ask Dean Keith for help." He mentioned it implicitly.

"Thank you." Edith shrugged, not seeming to care. "I can probably guess who did it."

A little clumsy trick.

"Is it really okay?" Mu Lin, who had been listening, couldn't help but interrupt, "If we ignore him this time, will he become even more aggressive in the future?"

"There's no need for me to make a scene." Edith chuckled. "Maybe someone is waiting for me to lose my patience and make up a rumor that I have no confidence."

"It's a pity that Langman suffered."

She sighed, "I wonder how the Giles family will feel about a contestant who is capable of entering the finals being eliminated in the first round."

Langman seems to be an easy-going person and he shouldn't get angry because of a failure, but the same may not be true for the family behind him.

Tuttle closed his mouth as he was about to make a suggestion.

"...That makes sense." He actually felt that he was convinced by Edith. "Then let the big family handle it."

The boy sitting in the front row listened to the whole thing. At this moment, he finally couldn't help but turn around and asked a soul-searching question: "Why do you all assume that she will win over Langman?"

The idea of ​​letting the big family fight against the school is a good one, but the prerequisite is that Langman must lose - he doesn't think the other party will lose to a first-year student.

"You don't understand." Amy finally interrupted at this moment. I don't know what she was thinking about, but there was a bit of admiration in her eyes.

Boy: “…”

First graders don't seem to be mentally normal.

…

Except for Edith, the remaining players were drawn after 60th place, so the pressure was not too great. But everyone still took it very seriously and decided to stay in the practice area specially designated in the practice field to compete with each other.

Edith said hello to everyone and went to the library alone.

She had an urgent essay assignment for her Charms class.

In order to read for a long time, Edith forced herself to eat a few pieces of bread with butter, drank a small amount of tea, and prepared herself before going to register. She skillfully took out her golden badge, and the librarian saw it and congratulated her for taking first place again, then stood up and let her go.

"Speaking of which, someone you know just went in." She and Edith were familiar with each other, so she chatted casually, "Don't cause a conflict, and don't mess up anything in the inner library."

Edith didn't understand and agreed without hesitation.

It was only when she walked into the door that she realized what the other person meant: Langman, who was absorbed in reading, raised his head when he heard the voice and met her eyes.

Edith: “…”

Langman: “…”

The beating that the librarian was worried about did not happen. The two looked at each other in a friendly manner and nodded. Langman lowered his head to continue reading, while Edith walked to the bookshelf where the biographies were placed, and each did his own thing.

There were not many biographical books that were protected by the internal library, and only one bookshelf was filled. Edith searched from top to bottom and finally found the one she was looking for in the last row.

"Luisa actually wrote it herself."

Edith was a little surprised that most biographies of famous people were written by others. It was not because she was arrogant, but simply because it was difficult to control the rhythm when writing by herself, and the records would be long and boring.

Professional matters should be done by professionals.

But that is for ordinary readers. For Edith, it was a pleasant surprise to be able to get the information recorded by the person she wanted to research.

“You don’t have to judge what is the author’s artistic processing. You may also see some small details that are overlooked in biographical writing.” Edith breathed a sigh of relief, gently pulled out the book, and sat down by the window holding it.

She glanced at Langman at the right time and saw the name of the book in his hand.

"Advanced magic array to crack the defense?"

Edith laughed.

Don't come here to deal with yourself.

She shook her head, opened the book in her hand and read it word by word.

…

Langman raised his head and relaxed his neck, glancing in Edith's direction.

The other person seemed to be completely immersed in the world of books, and didn't even notice his gaze. He glanced at it for a while, and just as he was about to come back to his senses, he suddenly caught a glimpse of the familiar cover and narrowed his eyes.

Isn’t this the biography of my ancestor?

He loosened his glasses and squinted his eyes tighter, confirming that the author marked on the book was indeed Louisa, and sighed in his heart.

Why bother wasting precious internal library reading time on this kind of story book? Did she expect to find a way to deal with him through this book?

He had almost memorized the book, but his understanding of those ancient spells did not seem to have deepened much.

The family once had high hopes for this book, thinking that they could find the secret to making the family soar to success, but unfortunately, that was not the case.

It is just a biography that tells a life story.

But Edith seemed fascinated.

The inner library did not allow anyone to take out any paper materials, and neither copying nor taking notes was allowed, so Edith stretched out a finger and wrote and drew something on the table.

It seems to be some kind of method to deepen memory.

Edith was indeed fascinated by the contents of the book.

Louisa's writing is indeed trivial, but the style is brisk and not unpleasant to read. There are also many of her diaries interspersed in the book to enrich the form.

It just doesn't look very serious.

[July 23: I was so tired, so hot, and I hated the sun. I felt so uncomfortable that I cried, so I raised my magic wand and prayed. I inexplicably created a spell that could emit cold air.]

[July 24: Tried to use yesterday's spell to freeze the fish I caught, but I don't know why it always failed. I was angry. My friend advised me to cook it quickly, but I refused. There is no word failure in Louisa's dictionary.]

【July 25: Continued attempts to freeze, failed.】

[July 26: Continued attempts to freeze, failed.]

[July 27: The fish has become smelly and has started to ooze out sticky liquid, which is disgusting. I tried to freeze it again, but failed.]

[July 28: A friend came to visit my house, was overwhelmed by the stench, and threatened not to come again within a month. Great, then I have a month to concentrate on freezing this fish.]

[July 29: The fish meat gradually turned into dark brown mud and was drooping. I could see the bones inside. I thought it was no longer smelly, but the neighbor couldn't stand the smell and rushed into my house and tried to throw it away. I paid a full gold coin ransom to save it.

I decided to give it a name and set today as its birthday to commemorate this great recapture battle. I solemnly looked up the dictionary and decided to call it Chouchou.

[July 30: I get along very well with Chouchou. I even feel like it has become a part of my soul.]

[July 31: My friend thought I was bragging when I said I invented the Freezing Spell. I was very angry and cast it again in front of him.

Stinky exploded.

Dark green slime gushed out, mixed with a lot of wriggling maggots. The body of the stinky fish was torn into pieces, and the muddy fish meat splashed into his friend's open mouth. He vomited, pouring it on the remaining stinky corpse on the ground, completely erasing its existence.

I'm sad and feel like a part of my soul is missing. So why did the freezing spell suddenly turn into a blasting spell?

[August 1: I held a funeral for Chouchou. I cried and cast a freezing spell for no apparent reason. Damn it, if it had worked a day earlier, I could have saved Chouchou.]

Edith: “…”

For the first time, I felt that words could also have an impact.