Chapter 61 It is Mu Lin’s magic fluctuation.
The teacher took out a bottle of potion and gave it to Kingsley to drink. He then pulled aside the strands of hair on his forehead and took a look, then frowned.
There was indeed a red spot on the boy's skin with blood oozing out, but it was very shallow and not a serious injury to the point of causing him to go into a coma.
"It's okay, it's okay, go away! He just fainted from shock." The teacher breathed a sigh of relief and waved away the people who were worried about Kingsley's injury. "Don't panic, it's just a wooden thorn, not a sword, it can't hurt that deeply."
I just fainted from shock...
A swordsman known for his courage actually has the option of fainting in addition to death and injury on stage?
Kingsley was awake by now.
The healing potion was so cold that just flowing down one's throat was enough to wake one up from the cold.
He was caught in a dilemma. If he opened his eyes, he would have to face the strange looks from the people around him, but if he didn't open his eyes, it would confirm that he fainted from shock, which seemed to do more harm to his reputation.
Before he could think it through, the teacher had already called the school hospital with great fanfare. Upon hearing that the injured person was a fainted swordsman, the school hospital cautiously sent out two doctors who jointly cast a levitation spell to move the body.
Kingsley was suspended lightly in the air.
The audience in the audience consciously made way for the patient, and the two doctors held their wands high, slowly and steadily carrying the patient towards the school hospital in the distance.
Countless people on the road stopped and looked in amazement at Kingsley, whose body was suspended in the air with his limbs hanging naturally. The boy was facing downwards. If you took two steps forward and looked up, you could see his expression, which was peaceful and calm, as quiet as death.
There were no visible injuries on his body, but the boy's tattered clothes and traces of blood showed the pain he had experienced.
"……Wow."
It is rare to suffer such a serious injury in the academy.
…
By the time people who got the news ran to the practice field to watch the excitement, Edith had already run away from the scene with the help of her teacher.
She had no idea what kind of campus legend she would become in the future, so she could only avoid the current trouble.
The training ended in a hurry. Fortunately, my friends understood the existence of emergencies and found a place to train with Lynch.
Edith returned to the dormitory.
She had much more free time today, so she calmed down and realized that the ancient magic circle reading technique she learned in the promotion competition had not yet been tested.
Edith was so curious about the cause of her own death that she gave up studying the ancient magic circle illustration book that she had memorized and turned her attention to the incomplete drawing hidden deep in the drawer.
That was the remains of the magic circle that she had caught a quick glimpse of on the cup before she died.
It's a good time to study it.
She took out a pen and traced the shape. The words she wrote seemed to come alive, flashing before her eyes.
"Disengage..."
There was only one complete character in the entire magic circle. She frowned and pronounced the word awkwardly.
So, was her soul’s departure due to this “separation”?
Edith tapped the tabletop lightly with her knuckles and moved her eyes to other symbols. She didn't know whether she hadn't seen them clearly at first or her memory was wrong, but she couldn't see any specific meaning in the remaining symbols.
"That's great. Let's check it out with that illustrated book."
Edith took out the book she had copied from memory. The pattern was copied purely from memory, so there were bound to be mistakes. After the quarterly exam results came out and she had refreshed her internal library qualifications, she could go in and study it again.
She took out a brand new notebook, dipped it in ink, and began to disassemble the magic circle pattern.
Once the connection between the pattern and the text is established, she can judge the text content of the incomplete part based on the edge pattern of the pattern.
Although she had changed her body, the research behavior was almost engraved in Edith's soul. She quickly entered the state, and when Heda and others came back from practice and asked her to go out to play, she refused.
The densely packed words soon filled up most of the notebook. When Edith pulled herself out again and sensed reality, it was already night.
He glanced at the clock on the corner of the table and frowned.
How come it’s almost one in the morning?
Logically speaking, Heda, Bell and Mulin would be back in the dormitory before 12 o'clock, and I could judge the time by this. After hearing the door open, I would pack up and get ready for bed - I still have classes tomorrow.
None of them would stay overnight outside, so something must have happened.
Edith changed her clothes in a hurry, went downstairs to ask the dormitory manager, and after confirming that there was no sign that the few people had returned, she went straight to the downstairs of the boys' dormitory.
The dormitory manager helped her contact Lynch. The boy was asleep, but he was suddenly awakened when he heard Edith's name. He hurriedly opened the door and rushed downstairs.
"We went to the Tulip Market to eat something. Mulin was very happy and said she would take us to her hotel to have some fun." Lynch tried to recall. "Tuttle and I were not used to such occasions, so we went back first. Amy was very excited and went with them."
"Which dormitory is Amy in?" Edith turned around and asked. Although the dormitory manager was very reluctant, since it was the Duke's daughter, he still knocked on the door for her.
"He didn't come back!" Amy's roommate didn't realize something was wrong until she was woken up. "We all went to bed early and didn't notice it."
"That means it's still in Mulin's hotel."
Edith made a good judgment, picked up her wand and rushed out. Lynch, who had hurriedly put on his clothes, reached out and grabbed her sleeve: "It is against school rules to leave school at this time."
Edith: "What's the punishment?"
Lin Qi: "Copy the school rules 20 times as punishment."
After saying this, even he felt it was absurd and shook his head immediately, "It's not important. Do you think it's possible that they played too late and went straight to sleep in the hotel?"
"Hedda won't."
Edith knew that although she loved to read adventure novels and looked different from ordinary noble ladies, she was very considerate in terms of safety.
She wouldn't spend the night in a strange place, so something could have gone wrong.
"Then I'll go with you." Lin Qi said without hesitation, "It's too dangerous for you to go alone so late."
Edith neither refused nor agreed, and turned and left. Lynch quickly followed, thought for a moment, took two steps back, and knocked on the door of Tuttle's dormitory.
The door was answered by Tuttle's resentful roommate.
"Edith is leaving the school now." Lynch knew that time was running out, so he summed up the key points directly to Tuttle, who sat up dazedly in the back, "Are you coming?"
Tuttle suddenly woke up.
…
The school gate was guarded by someone, but there were no other barriers on the wall except for the protective spell. And this level of spell was no problem for Edith - she easily broke a gap, climbed over the wall, and jumped onto the empty street.
The streets of the capital are still brightly lit at night. The city hall spends a lot of money every year on maintaining street lights, which the queen calls "a symbol of civilization" - of course, it is more likely that the night life in the capital can bring them more tax revenue.
But after experiencing the energy shortage in Oliver City, Edith could no longer bear to see the lights being so bright that they were a waste.
"Don't worry, they'll be fine." Tuttle finally understood the whole story from Lynch and pointed Edith in the direction of Mulin's house. "Maybe they just drank too much."
Neither of them thought it was a big problem. Mulin's own home was operated as a hotel and pub, so it was normal to sleep in the hotel after drinking too much.
Edith: "Hedda doesn't drink."
To be more precise, she hated all non-sweet water, including tea, which was loved by the upper class.
Seeing her firm attitude, the two did not say much, but just followed silently. Mu Lin did not tell her the specific location of her home, but Edith knew where the hotels in the capital were roughly distributed, so she planned to go there and ask one by one.
I didn't expect it would be necessary.
All the hotels on the entire street had their doors tightly closed, except for the one on the outside with a swan sign.
A transparent protective shield emitting a pale blue light stretched between the hotel door and the outside world. Outside, people wearing the uniform of the City Hall were attacking it relentlessly, as if they were determined to break into it.
"Hand over the fugitives, and don't try to confront the city hall." There were too many people outside, and there was even enough room for one person to negotiate with empty hands. "Hand over the fugitive who just checked in today, and the hotel will resume business immediately!"
"There are no new guests checking in today!" A strange male voice came from the house, "Please stop the violent attacks!"
“What are you doing!”
Edith took two steps forward and finally saw the people supporting inside through the protective shield. Hedda and Bell held up their wands to keep the shield running normally. Amy was lying on the ground, setting up some magic circle. Mulin stood at the end, hugging a woman whose face could not be seen clearly. A hand was placed on her shoulder. Looking up along her arm, a middle-aged man with a thick beard was shouting with a red face, "We must be responsible for the current guests of the hotel. Please stop the attack immediately!"
"Prepare for a violent start." The person in charge of the negotiations gave up on the peaceful solution and turned to the person holding the magic wand and said, "Increase the magic output."
"It's already the limit." The man who was ordered looked pale and whispered, "Damn it, this protective shield is very stable and can't be broken at all. We need more support!"
"What's the use of you!" The negotiator snorted and turned around to call for help, but unexpectedly ran into Edith and others who came in a hurry.
"We don't accept new residents here at night." The negotiator thought the three people were complaining tourists and waved his hand in disdain. "Please find another place - don't sleep on the street. The patrol will drive you away."
"We are not here to stay." Edith explained her purpose openly. "We are students from Beaujolais College. We heard that several classmates were trapped here and couldn't get out, so we came here to look for them."
"We still have classes tomorrow. If you have nothing else to do, can you let them come out first?"
Only nobles can study at Beaujunes College. The negotiator softened his tone, but the content was still tough. "No, no one is allowed to leave before the ban is lifted."
"Can I ask what happened?" At this point, Tuttle and Lynch finally realized that it was not as simple as staying overnight drunk. Tuttle stepped forward and saluted, "If we find out the truth, we can help a little."
The city hall, which happened to be short of staff, agreed immediately.
"A fugitive sneaked into this hotel, and we received an order to hunt him down." The negotiator took out a cigarette from his pocket irritably, stuffed it in his mouth and chewed it twice. "We asked all customers to come forward for testing, but we didn't find the person. We suspected that they hid the fugitive. But this hotel insisted that there was no fugitive."
"We are going to go in and turn it over ourselves now."
The raid at the City Hall is no different from robbery... Edith cursed in her heart, but she had to put on a friendly face, "May I ask how you detected the fugitive? If there is a portrait, maybe we can take a look, maybe we know him."
"There is no portrait, only stored magic fluctuations." The negotiator saw that Edith's speech was not like that of an ordinary person, and determined that the other party must be a noble of high rank, so he spoke without restraint, "Please take a look."
He took out a small box from the small bag on his waist. There were magic circles on both sides of the box. Once you put your hand in the middle, you can feel the fluctuations of stored magic power. The principle is similar to the magic lock that records magic power. Edith thanked him and put her hand directly inside, with a pause on her face.
Edith: “…”
She stepped back and motioned for Tuttle and Lynch to come forward. The two men reached out their hands without knowing why, and felt the fluctuations of the magic power in the box one by one.
...Such a familiar feeling.
The expressions on their faces were indescribable, and they all raised their heads to look in Edith's direction.
"Mulin?" Tuttle opened his mouth and mouthed a name.
Edith nodded imperceptibly.
It was Mulin's magical fluctuation.
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