Temple Academy, Hall of the Dawn.
A poetry performance was taking place on the high platform in front of the hall, and students in black and white uniforms were sitting below. Loran Hill was among them, but she was not paying attention to the performance on the stage. Instead, she was recalling and thinking about the scene she had seen yesterday.
"Luo Xier, Luo Xier?" A tall student standing next to Luo Lanshier asked.
At some point, the performance was over and most of the students began to leave, but the girl was the only one who hadn't stood up yet.
"Sorry, sorry, I was just thinking about something. Is there something wrong?" Loran Hill stood up and looked at the classmate in front of him. Her name was Ingrid, and she had long wavy golden hair that reached her shoulders.
"It's okay. I just saw that you didn't get up, so I asked out of concern." Ingrid is tall and strong. You can tell at a glance that she is the kind of person who exercises regularly.
Extraordinary people generally do not deliberately pursue so-called training. It is not that it is bad, but it is not efficient. Using magic power to stimulate and guide muscles and strength will produce effects dozens of times better. As long as they train with others regularly, they will be able to adapt quickly.
"I'm sorry for making everyone worry." Loran Hill replied softly.
Ingrid and Loran Hill walked into the aisle side by side, and as the crowd slowly left the hall, they began to chat along the way.
"Is Ingrid from the Holy Land?" Loran Hill asked with a little surprise and curiosity.
"Yes, aren't you a little disappointed that I'm not that kind of lovely pastor lady?" Ingrid said jokingly.
"Not really."
Loran Hill took a quick look at Ingrid. To be fair, she wasn't ugly; she could even be considered pretty. However, she wasn't the type with delicate features. Instead, she had the unrestrained, rugged, and bold style of a woman. In his past life, such girls were quite popular, but now, in Ivar's world, the atmosphere was still rather conservative, favoring girls who were more classical and traditional.
"What do you like, Luo Xier? I've noticed you're often absent from class, and a lot of your classmates are worried about you," Ingrid recounted a rumor circulating among the students. It was actually spread among Luo Xier's first-grade classmates. The general idea was that Luo Xier wasn't feeling well and needed regular rest, and she hoped everyone would be more considerate and understanding.
Originally, Loran Hill was a very beautiful girl. With such rumors, coupled with her sickly attribute, she became even more lovable. So it was no wonder that Ingrid came over to ask her when she saw that she didn't get up.
"As for me, I prefer reading books, and sometimes I make things by myself." Loran Hill's answer came from the heart.
"It's very good. As for me, looking at most of the classics with dense handwriting makes me feel very tired and want to sleep." Ingrid answered casually.
"Luo Xier, are you interested in joining the academy's choir? I've noticed you have a nice voice, and there are many choirmates, so it would be more lively."
"But I don't have much time, and I'm afraid I won't be able to attend often, which will be bad for other students." Loran Hill shook her head slightly. It's not that she doesn't like it, but she has a lot of things to do recently.
"Oh, I see. I'll ask Cecilia in a few days. Otherwise, it's unbearable to see you walking around alone every day." Ingrid patted her chest and spoke.
"Well, actually, you don't have to take care of me like this." Loran Hill said in a low voice, feeling a little guilty. In fact, her physical fitness was not bad.
"Don't worry, leave it to me." Ingrid said enthusiastically and confidently, and soon the two reached the intersection where they parted ways.
"See you tomorrow then." Ingrid waved goodbye to Roxelle and walked to the other side.
After leaving the Sunny Palace, Loran Hill returned to her own residence. She first put down the book in her hands, then took off her white robe with gold trim, and then sat down at the small table in her light clothing.
After a quick sip of green orange juice, he resumed reading the documents on the table. These documents were all about the Chaos Disaster and the Twilight Age. Unfortunately, many of them were based on speculation by later generations, and there weren't many records with actual evidence.
Still can't find any clue.
As the sky grew darker, the girl couldn't help but sigh in her heart and began to reflect on whether she had taken the wrong direction. Instead of spending most of her time looking for the truth from these fragments of information, why not use her own eyes to see it?
So she put down the ancient book in her hand, slowly closed her eyes, and entered her own sea of consciousness.
Three magnificent gems floated in his mind. Their cores, emerald green, blood-red, and pure white, represented the power of the three sequences: nature, demons, and angels. Currently, the demon sequence was the most advanced, followed by nature, and then the angel sequence.
So should I first improve the demon sequence to enhance my self-protection ability, or should I focus on the angel sequence and pull it up quickly so that I can see this gradually distorted world clearly.
The girl hesitated for a moment and did not make a decision immediately. She planned to go to the academy in the north first and ask the two witches in the tower.
Taking advantage of the sunset and the dark sky, the girl took off quickly from the courtyard. Before many people noticed, she flew into the sky and became a small black dot.
In the candlelit room, the stuffed bear sat on the table, flipping through Loran Hill's textbooks and notes, and began a new day of study. Thanks to the girl, its current progress was not bad. If it took the exam, it would be able to get an average level among the first graders.
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