Chapter 43 800 Nutrient Solution Plus
Edith meant no threats.
It's normal for teenagers to be a little arrogant. I just want to teach them a lesson and make them submit, but I chose the wrong timing.
I chose the time when I was feeling the most miserable.
She subconsciously wanted to give her opponent a friendly smile, but her sore facial muscles did not allow her to do so - she did not expect that the final result would be such a half-smile.
She was dizzy and couldn't see the faces of the two boys clearly, nor their tangled facial expressions. After being extremely tired, her body automatically made a choice to adapt to the game: reduce the supply of nutrients to the brain and concentrate energy on other parts.
For example, his arms had trouble even raising his wand.
"Both parties, take your positions." The recording teacher glanced at Edith with a hint of worry, "Three, two, one—"
The boy gritted his teeth, closed his eyes and rushed out despite the burning gazes around him.
No matter whether the game ends with a win or a loss, at least the momentum cannot be lost!
But Edith didn't act as quickly as he imagined. She raised her arm, and the wide sleeves of her school robe slowly slid down, gathering at the joints, revealing half of her arm covered with traces of drug corrosion.
But other than that, Edith was motionless, her eyes peacefully closed, her breathing even, as if she were asleep.
Could it be that she has reached the limit of her body?
The boy was delighted, and he immediately clenched his hands on his waist and pulled out his wand.
The goddess of fate is still on his side!
While he was thinking, he was already within two meters of Edith. A scorching golden light gathered at the tip of his staff and flew straight towards Edith's neck as he swung his arm.
Edith suddenly opened her eyes at this moment.
Everything was instinctive. She leaned back to avoid the light ball, then squatted down with her hands on the ground, pulled her right leg back, leaned her body forward, and lunged forward with force on her feet.
The wand fell from his hand while he was dodging, but Edith seemed unaware and, in the boy's horrified eyes, she grabbed his hand that was holding the wand.
Then, she slowly bent his hands from outward to inward, exerted force with her arms, aimed the tip of the stick at his chest, and stabbed it hard.
The boy's wand was obviously made by a famous master. The gorgeous but sharp decorations extended from the grip to the tip of the wand, cutting the skin cleanly and neatly.
The boy's face turned pale instantly. He lowered his head and looked at the silver handshake that was stained with his own blood. A few drops of blood splashed on his face at this time. The warm touch opened his senses and made him howl belatedly.
“Ah!” “Stop!”
Almost at the same time he called out, the recorder raised his wand and forcibly separated Edith's hands. The girl was a little more sober, and lowered her head in confusion, looking at the colorless liquid splashed on her black robe and sniffing it.
"Ugh, that's gross."
"The previous few games were mainly aimed at winning, but how come you got so tired that you just tried to kill someone?" The recording teacher hurriedly cast two healing spells and finally stopped the boy's bleeding.
"Sorry." Edith opened her eyes briefly and apologized, then quickly fell asleep again.
The teacher opened his mouth, but stopped talking.
"How can there be students as difficult as you?"
"Open your mouth." She could only lower her head, forcefully pry open the boy's lips, and pour a whole bottle of healing potion into him, in order to vent some of the resentment in her heart.
"Cough, cough, cough, huh..." The boy's breathing finally became smooth, although his face was still pale, and cold sweat kept oozing from his forehead, wetting his hair. He patted his chest with lingering fear, but he didn't dare to take the wand handed to him by the recording teacher.
"...Thank you for helping me. Throw it away."
"Why did you throw it away? It's fine, just stained with blood." The teacher didn't understand and wiped the blood on his hand with his sleeve. "Go back and rinse it with water, or I will get a water ball to help you wash it now?"
The boy looked at the magic wand that was evenly stained with red after being wiped: "...I really don't need it."
His body was still limp, but occupying the ring was no problem, so the recording teacher lifted him up by his shoulders and pulled him off the stage. His legs dragged weakly on the ground, making a sharp friction sound.
"The next one - eh, where is the person?"
The recording teacher looked up, wanting to ask the accompanying person to come and take care of the boy, but he didn't expect that the boy quickly fled the scene after hearing him being called. Not to mention giving up and losing points, he could even abandon his companions.
The recorder breathed a sigh of relief: "Great... Edith automatically recorded it as a win."
Finally, I don’t have to worry about killing anyone!
The people around cheered, and many of them clapped loudly, waking Edith from her sleep.
"What's wrong?" She asked Bell who came to help her in a daze, "No, I haven't played the game yet..."
"We won both games." Bale was not one to appease others, but simply responded to the result directly, "You have won ten games in a row, so the points must be enough."
Edith suddenly raised her head and turned her neck to look at the recording teacher, who nodded hurriedly, which made her believe that she had accumulated enough points.
She breathed a sigh of relief, lowered her head, and her thoughts suddenly fell into a black abyss.
......
Edith was given three days off from the school hospital.
"Overdrawing your magic power once in a while is not a big problem, but in the long run it will reduce your total magic power reserve." The doctor lowered his head and said in a light tone, "Rest well for three days and heal your body - don't overuse magic power in the next three months."
"Okay, doctor." Edith lay obediently on the bed. "Doctor, how much will the total magic reserve be reduced?"
"You're not that sick yet, why are you thinking about the worst-case scenario?" The doctor frowned. "It depends on the individual's constitution. Generally speaking, the less reserves a person has, the more they will lose—"
She felt the concentration of Edith's magic power and stopped talking, which was rare.
"...Damn it." She held her forehead and felt it again, unconvinced. "...I've never seen anyone like you."
"If it's you, it really won't reduce it much - but you can't damage your body like this!"
The doctor suddenly spoke loudly, slammed the note at Edith, and looked a little angry for some reason.
"If you have talent, don't work so hard and take a good rest!"
Edith: “?”
Although I don’t know why the other party is so angry...but it’s a good thing after all to be able to have a reasonable rest for three days.
She had been lying in bed for the whole day and felt restless. Seeing that she had plenty of time, she put on her brooch and went straight to the library.
This was her third time using her power to enter the inner library, and she was already familiar with the process of registering and borrowing books. She put down her wand and walked into the encrypted door under the envious gazes of many people sitting in the outer library.
The sounds from the outside world were immediately cut off.
"Huh..." Edith breathed a sigh of relief, feeling the smell of ink in the air. She walked expertly past the first few bookcases that contained diaries of famous historical figures, and went straight to the deepest part, pulling out the ancient magic circle records that she hadn't finished reading last time.
Spells, magic circles and potions were only gradually established 200 years ago. Before that, these were all considered talents of "talking to gods" - people believed that some people were born with the ability to communicate with goddesses, who would teach him how to use complex spells to achieve various goals.
If a person is not born a wizard, he will be an ordinary person all his life.
Therefore, most ancient wizards were self-taught, and the spells they used were mostly derived from accidents - sleep talk, wailing, and even love poems. This unexpected success was recorded on paper and hidden deep in the storerooms of each family, becoming the secret of the wizards of each family, and has not been circulated in the market until today.
The magic circle in Edith's hand is a similar one.
200 years ago, an unknown wizard summarized and recorded the magic circles he had collected and invented, and donated this notebook to one of the founders of Beunis College. It has been hidden deep in the internal library since the school was founded.
Now that the study of magic arrays has become a system, some of the magic arrays in the book can be explained by theory, but most of them are still a mystery - the structure is unknown, only the result is known. Everyone can only realize the function of the magic array through a one-to-one reproduction, and cannot understand the specific reasons for its formation, and naturally cannot deduce more magic arrays from it.
Edith drew the magic circle left on the cup, and after careful study, she found that every spell and pattern was inexplicable. This kind of thing that could not be explained by logic could only be an ancient magic circle, a magical totem whose origin was unknown even to the creator himself.
Edith closed the book and rubbed her brows irritably.
Books from the internal library were not allowed to be taken out, and she wanted to study in depth, so she could only remember most of the things in her mind and write them down in her own notebook when she returned. This kind of illogical thing could only be memorized by rote, and even if she had a pretty good memory, she would still feel painful.
But at least she had finished memorizing everything, and after relaxing for a while, she could start reading the second book.
Edith put the book back on the shelf and walked to the window to relax her eyes. In order to maintain confidentiality, the inner library had no real windows facing the outside, but a real-time sensing array was attached to it, which could transmit the scenery outside the wall to the inside. Edith closed her eyes, feeling the breeze created by the array, while her fingers repeatedly outlined the formation of the real-time sensing array in her palm.
Since I'm here now, I might as well learn whatever I can.
She didn't make any small movements when she stood, so naturally she didn't make any sound. It was class time again, and there were few people outside the library, let alone inside - the quarterly exam was coming up. Edith took a quick look before entering the door. Those who ranked 4 to 10 had used up their opportunities long ago, and now there were no more than five people who were eligible to enter here.
She didn't think anyone would come during this time period, and the person who came in later probably thought the same.
"I don't agree." As the door behind him closed heavily, a voice came from not far away. "Mother, why did you suddenly change your mind?"
The man's voice became louder and louder, as if he was sure that there was no one inside, "Ursula? When did you take Ursula's words so seriously!"
Edith's hand paused.
Ursula? Why did she remember that the princess was called Ursula Campbell?
The one who is speaking is——
She turned around and saw a hint of blonde hair through the gap in the bookshelf, and couldn't help but hiss in her heart.
The second prince, Zebulun, then the mother he mentioned is not——
Damn it, don't let her overhear royal secrets!
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