Afterwards, the bronze medal with the name on it was placed in the palm of the young man's hand.
The yellowed solid copper plate was slightly heavy. On the front was a simple and small rabbit, next to it was a bunch of branches with small berries. The back had the student's name written on it.
"This is for you. I wish you good health and peace."
The girl silently prayed in her heart that a trace of her own power was attached to this small bronze plate, perhaps it could help the child at the critical moment.
"Thank you, Sage!"
The student took the bronze medal with both hands, responded excitedly, then hugged it tightly to his chest and slowly walked away.
Behind him, another student came forward.
In this way, Loran Hill sat under the colorful windows illuminated by the sun, blessing each student who was about to go on a long journey.
That hazy and tranquil figure has become an unforgettable memory in the hearts of many students, as well as a belief in perseverance.
After blessing the last student, Loran Hill put down his hand and only then did he feel the fatigue and dizziness that had been suppressed for a long time.
She stood up, rubbed her forehead, and her body was a little unstable. With Mira's support, she slowly walked out of the church in the palace.
The sun is about to set, and the purple-red sunset lingers on the horizon.
The students who were thought to have left were still staying outside the church.
When Loran Hill appeared at the gate, they looked at the tired, silver-haired girl and bowed deeply. It was because of this wise man and the founding of Clansia that these lonely and weak children were able to be raised, escape death, and not only grow up healthily, but also learn a lot of knowledge.
The evening wind is not as cold as the early morning wind, but much warmer. The afterglow of the setting sun falls on the group of people in white robes, emitting a faint warm glow.
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