Chapter 64 Giving Up Studying
Shelly's mind was a little confused. Experimental data, memories and all kinds of knowledge were mixed up in his mind, forcing him to stop and lean against the wall to rest for a while.
Meili used her teacher's things to make medicine for the new apprentice to replenish his body.
The apprentice has a sister who seems to have a good relationship with Mary.
The older sister is Edith, who is good at potions and swordsmanship.
He exhaled slowly, as if he was suffocating himself completely.
"There is no such spell." He muttered to himself, as if trying to convince himself, "Edith is not dead yet, how can she become another person?"
Her body was lying perfectly still in her inner laboratory, magic flowing through her body, and she looked as if she were asleep.
But his body still guided him to the familiar alley, and he slowly walked to the end in the silent night, and finally stood there quietly.
......
Mary got up early, or rather, she got up that early every day since Doreen came here.
"Just like usual, ten times up and down the alley." She pulled Doreen out of bed. She wiped the wet towel across the girl's face, and Doreen woke up and put on her clothes tremblingly.
She quickly put her hair up, washed herself with well water as Meili counted down, and stood in front of the door in a running position. Meili lowered her voice at this time: "Everyone is still awake, remember to keep your voice down today."
Doreen nodded, her face tense and looking very serious. The more Mary looked at her, the more she liked her. She pinched the girl's cheek, unlocked the heavy lock, and opened the door: "Go ahead, I'll watch you here."
Doreen hummed vigorously, rushed out of the house, and ran back to the yard half a second later. "Teacher!" She raised her hand and whispered, "There's someone standing at the door, motionless!"
Meili's eyes suddenly turned cold, and she pushed Doreen into the door, striding out of the room with the sword in hand. A dark figure stood under a tree not far away. There was a strong wind last night, and the branches were shaking violently. The man's clothes were covered with golden fallen leaves. I don't know how long he had been waiting at night.
Meili glanced at the other person's face and felt relieved: "Shelly?"
It's neither a festival nor a holiday, what is he doing here?
The man raised his head after hearing the voice. Perhaps because he had maintained the same posture for too long, his movements seemed a little stiff. "Teacher Meili." He raised his eyes and glanced at Doreen who was curiously looking out. "...Does she have a sister named Edith?"
Xie Li used a declarative sentence.
Mary didn't expect Shelly to ask so directly and specifically, and her mind went blank for a moment.
She tried to control her expression: "Really?"
Shelly: "Well, I heard you even wrote her a letter of introduction."
It's over.
Mary regretted her denial.
How Shelly knew more than she thought.
She was about to say a few words to defend herself when she suddenly realized something. She nervously stepped forward and grabbed the other person's cloak: "She used that letter of introduction?!"
I haven't told the principal which student got the token. Since Shelly knows Edith's name, it means she has used up this opportunity to ask for help.
Shelly lowered his eyes, carefully analyzing every detail of Mary's expression. "To help classmates out of trouble," he explained simply, watching Mary's expression change from worry to relief.
Mary realized her mistake, coughed lightly, loosened her hand and took a step back. "After all, her name is Edith." Concealing things will only make people suspicious, so it is better to be half-truthful, which is easier to convince people. Mary said with a nostalgic look, "Blonde hair, eyes like lakes, and appearing on the street so thin, almost instantly reminded me of Edith."
"Later, when I asked her name, I learned that her name was also Edith. I was so excited that I took in both children as apprentices. But unfortunately, Edith had already become a companion student and it was difficult for her to get out, so I only kept her sister."
Mellie's story was made up, but her nostalgia was real. Although she had trained Edith since she was a child, the thing she remembered most was how Edith looked at her mother's funeral.
She lost her last blood relative just after she came of age. She lost a lot of weight in just a few days. The mourning clothes she had made in advance looked empty on her, but the length was still suitable, and the drooping sleeves just revealed a pair of clear wrists.
But there was no trace of grief on Edith's face.
She handled everything about the funeral perfectly, including accommodating the guests, leading the chanting of scriptures, and using a sword to drive out of the church the former partner who took the opportunity to make a profit. When the priest saw the blood and shouted "Goddess", he turned around in anger and was about to leave. Edith then placed the sword across his neck with an expressionless face and "asked" him to stay where he was until the ceremony was completed.
Her mother was buried in the cemetery, next to Edith's father's grave. However, he was wrongly killed in the prison of the capital, and there was no body left. There was only an empty coffin buried underground. After presenting flowers, the guests fled. Mary was afraid that Edith would be upset, so she stood behind her a few meters away. Edith stood quietly for two hours, and suddenly turned back to look at her.
"I want to join the Potions Guild." Her expression was still calm. "I have to sell all the property left by my mother. Sorry, is there anything you want to keep?"
Facing those eyes, no one could say anything to refuse, so when Edith, who had changed her body, stood in front of her and calmly expressed her intention to enter Beunis College, she agreed inexplicably.
Although thinking about it afterwards, it would be best to keep the person and discuss everything with me.
There was no change in Shelly's expression. He continued to stare into Mary's eyes, as if judging the credibility of her words.
After losing his favorite student, did he transfer his feelings to another girl with similar hair and eye color, name and situation...
Mary felt a little guilty. She had never liked Edith's student. She was young and lifeless, and spent all day in the lab, looking very worried. But Edith rarely established connections with people other than herself, so she turned a blind eye.
At this moment, she was stared at by the other party's inquiring eyes, so she quickly turned around and called Doreen who was not far away to come over. Under the guidance of a few words, the little girl told the details of her relationship with her sister, and her earliest memory could even be traced back to four years ago, when Edith had not died yet.
Shirley dropped his eyes.
It sounds like there are indeed differences between the two Ediths, but Mary's attitude is really strange.
"I understand." He saluted and quickly left the alley.
Meili looked at the other person's gradually disappearing back: "......"
No, you know what!
......
Charms class.
Hedda sat up straight, quietly approached Edith, and whispered, "What did you talk about with Mulin last night?"
Why did both of them look so worried when they woke up this morning?
"It's hard to sum it up in a few words. I'll tell you after class."
Edith whispered back.
I don’t know if it’s because the quarterly exams are over and we’ve entered a new stage of study, but today’s Charms class was particularly difficult. Everyone was anxiously flipping through the ancient text reference annotations, trying to keep up with the teacher.
Ancient spells and ancient magic circles are slightly different. Both are written in special characters, but the former are based on the text before the establishment of the Campbell Dynasty, and traces of them can still be found today; the characters of the latter have no origin and look like a few small paintings, which cannot be learned and used.
But the vocabulary of the former recorded in the book is also quite limited, and can only be used for a dozen specific spells, which is difficult to expand.
"Why do we have to learn this ancient spell?" Hedda talked to Edith for a few words, and then looked up and found that she could no longer understand what the teacher was writing. She turned her head painfully and found that Bell next to her had turned the book to page 197. She turned back and saw that she was still on page 183.
Hedda: “…”
Give up studying.
She looked around and found that although no one was doing their own work, at least half of the class had given up.
The way to judge is very simple. Those who are flipping through books frantically without raising their heads are still listening, while those who are sitting upright, looking straight ahead, and following the teacher with bright eyes are those who have given up.
As expected, true warriors are those who focus on their work, while only those who are greedy for fame and fortune will always pursue power.
The adventure novels are not without reason, she shook her head with emotion, and turned to look at Edith, and found that the lower left corner of the other's book was written with 209, which was 12 pages faster than what she had just seen.
Forget it, I'll just wait until Edith finishes class and then give myself some extra lessons.
Heda deflated, slowly lay down, and slumped over the table, relaxing his muscles and planning to catch up on some sleep.
This was a big class, with more than 300 people crowded in a large lecture hall. She didn't believe the teacher would see her -
——"The red-haired girl, stand up."
Heda looked up quietly, and unexpectedly met the teacher's sharp gaze. "Yes, I'm talking about you, red-haired lady. Please repeat what I just said."
It's over, it's over, it's over...
Hedda stood up reluctantly, and swung her feet under the table frantically towards Edith, just short of sticking the words "Save me" on her legs.
Edith moved quickly, grabbed the pen and wrote furiously on the book, then pretended to push it aside casually.
Heda was relieved. "You said that the operation mode of ancient spells is slightly different from that of modern spells. It is not that the power can be reproduced as long as the chanting is correct and the speed, quantity and strength of magic power are released are correct. It seems that there are other things that control its operation, but current scholars have not yet given a specific answer."
The teacher nodded, glanced at Edith casually, and continued, "Then please explain what the leftmost character of the spell on the third line of page 237 of the book means?"
Hedda's mind went blank.
Page 237? Aren’t we getting there yet?
Edith quickly turned the pages of the book, but was stopped by the teacher who flashed beside her. The pointer in her hand pressed firmly on the pages of Edith's book, and the slightest force would result in the paper being torn.
Edith could only give the other person a helpless expression.
Heda gritted her teeth and looked at the spell, but finally decided not to guess and answered honestly: "I don't know."
Come on, curse, taunt, and strike! The storm of madness only makes me stronger!
The teacher raised an eyebrow and said, "The answer is correct."
"No one has yet understood the meaning of these characters. They have simple strokes, no structure, and naturally no function of conveying information. I hope someone among you will discover their meaning in the future."
After saying this, she glanced at Edith meaningfully and turned back to the podium.
Edith silently shrank her neck, while Bell, who was not far away, stepped over Hedda's body and poked her shoulder.
"It looks like you'll get first place in the Charms exam." She raised an eyebrow, "I have high hopes."
Edith: “…”
I didn't feel honored.
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