According to the schedule, after the spell analysis course, today's classes will be over.
But something unexpected happened. When Mr. Kirkby announced the end of class, a new teacher came in. She was a short, wrinkled old woman, who fit the image of an evil ancient wizard in the enlightenment story.
When she stood on the podium, all the children below sat upright, not daring to breathe.
"I'm Shara. The teacher who teaches you magic materials." Her voice was also gloomy and she seemed unhappy, which was more in line with the children's idea of an old witch.
The audience took a collective breath.
"I was supposed to meet you youngsters tomorrow," Granny Xia La said hoarsely, "but a new batch of magic materials arrived at the academy today. You are lucky. You can go and have a look at the site."
She was the type who didn't like nonsense, so she nodded at Ash and said, "You are the biggest one here. Organize these little ones and follow me."
Ash, who was suddenly called, said: "...Okay."
Although they were afraid of the witch, Ash's classmates were still very curious and excited about the opportunity to see the magic materials in advance, so they were quite cooperative. Ash quickly arranged them into two rows according to their height.
Ash's actions were quick, so there was nothing to blame. So, looking at Granny Xia La who had a bad temper, she just snorted and turned to walk out of the classroom.
"Hey, is it just our class?" A child noticed this keenly.
Teacher Kirkby also followed them and explained good-temperedly: "Because Granny Shara is also one of the persons in charge of the Academy's Magic Materials Management Office." The implication was that other classes did not have such a teacher, so they did not have the right to bring people to watch.
The children looked in amazement at Xiala, who was walking in the front with a wooden cane... This grandma is really amazing!
The children from other classes around them, who had already finished school, cast envious and eager glances at them after learning that they were going to visit the magic materials. Bathed in everyone's admiration, the children in Class 1 held their heads high and looked very proud. Even the gloomy image of Shara seemed to be shining.
However, as they gradually approached the magic materials management office, their puffed out chests silently shrank back like shivering quails, wishing they could curl themselves up and jump into the teacher's pocket.
The reason is that the management office is located outside the school, far away from the city and close to the suburbs. Although it is still located in the college, it is still a long distance away from the college's teaching area.
They walked here from the teaching castle. At first, they could see many teachers and students around, but as they walked, Ash found that the surroundings became quiet.
There were no buildings or other people coming and going. After a long stretch of empty land, we finally saw a huge, closed and oppressive building. This building was different from the unified style of the Royal City and the Academy. The exterior was gray and there was no sense of crystal clearness.
“So ugly!”
The kid who was born and raised in the royal city couldn't help but express his disdain. But he only said one sentence and quickly shut up.
Children are probably the most sensitive. When they come here, they feel inexplicable depression and coldness, which is extremely scary!
"This is a house built by the Wizard Association." It was Angel's voice. He seemed to be very well-informed. He suppressed his fear and whispered to his new friends, "The style is not our brilliant style."
His words were echoed by the children.
"That's right! I told you, how could someone so ugly be our Great Brilliant!"
"Except for us, the Radiant Throne, the rest of the Wizarding Association is a bunch of people with poor vision."
"Yes! The aesthetics are terrible!"
"Hey, why do we need them to repair this house? Can't we do it ourselves?"
“…”
…
The unexpected topic opened the child's mouth and broke the silent atmosphere caused by fear.
Ash glanced at Angel in surprise. He was indeed the big boss, and he calmed the situation down in an instant.
He did not join in the children's discussion, and his eyes quickly shifted to the building in front of him.
It was dark at this time, but the roadside lights were bright, making the surrounding area seem like daytime.
The Magic Materials Management Office, this huge building, was like a huge monster lurking in the dark, casting a deep shadow on them.
Desolate, closed and cold.
Ash thought of a word: prison.
Very bad impression.
Walking into the shadow of the building, the view in front of me became noticeably darker. The children who had just been chattering and regaining their energy looked around alertly and then became quiet on their own, as if they were afraid that if they made too much noise, some monster would pop out from the corner.
"Should we go in?" the child in the front row mustered up the courage to ask Xia La, his tone full of resistance and rejection.
"Go in?" Xia La stopped and turned to glance at the child. "You wish."
The child was almost scared to tears by her look, but he felt relieved when he thought he didn't have to go in - this house was so scary, it felt like he would never be able to get out once he went in.
"Just stand here and wait." Teacher Kirkby also said, "The transporters should be here soon."
Xia La didn't comment, but didn't move forward either.
Ash stood at the end of the team because of his height. Seeing that Shara and Mr. Kirkby were both looking in the same direction, he also turned his head to look in that direction. Soon, he saw a "big truck" that he had seen on the tundra.
Six legs, swish, swish, constantly alternating, running towards them from the other direction.
Ash guessed that there should be a side door in and out of the academy in that direction.
"Here it comes!" the child behind him became excited.
As if infected by them, Ash actually became a little excited.
The truck stopped in front of them and the door opened.
Under the expectant gazes of the crowd, a long leg stepped out first and stepped on the ground. The calf was wrapped in a hard leather boot, outlining a strong and lean line.
"?!" Ash's eyelids jumped. Huh, huh, huh? So familiar!
A familiar name popped up in his mind, and he silently pressed it under his tongue and whispered it out loud:
Sigourney.
"Wow--"
“So beautiful!”
“It’s so pretty!”
"I know! I know him! Scarlet Moon!"
"I know that too! He is the most handsome man!"
“…”
Amid the excited exclamations of the children, this particularly good-looking vampire gracefully got out of the car, stood aside, and glanced coldly at the group of sparkling eyes. These little vampires are quite sensible.
He was in a good mood, and when he looked at the dazed Ash, he raised one of his eyebrows jokingly. Didn't I say I would see you later?
Ash exhaled and looked at him helplessly. Who asked him to get off the car that was transporting magic materials? Just now, for a moment, thinking that Sigourney would be sent to the "prison" behind him as a material, his heart suddenly tightened.
Although he knew clearly in his mind that this was absolutely impossible, as soon as he thought about this possibility, his back was soaked with cold sweat.
With this thought in mind, his mood became particularly complicated when he looked at the Warcraft, orcs and vampires stumbling down from the car with dazed eyes due to the effects of the potion.
These magical creatures also have relatives, friends, and lovers, right? If they knew that they were about to be sent to this management office, their relatives, friends, and lovers would also be as panicked as he was just now, right?
They are clearly sentient beings, yet they are treated as materials.
Ash frowned, realizing more deeply the huge shadow contained in the term "magic material".
Just as his thoughts were about to slide to a dangerous point, he heard the monotonous and straightforward handover report from the person in charge of the transportation.
"Sir Shara, two bear orcs, a fifth-level double-winged flame lion, and a fourth-level gale peregrine falcon have been delivered intact."
"Watson, a bear orc, is affiliated with the Secret Alliance. He has killed two mid-level wizards, thirteen low-level wizards, and thirty civilians. He was captured by the Academy's Innes team in June this year."
"Gane, a bear orc, is affiliated with the Secret Alliance. He has killed one high-level wizard, four mid-level wizards, nine low-level wizards, and thirty-seven civilians. He was captured by the Black team of the academy in July this year."
"Double-winged flaming lion..."
"Gas Peregrine Bai Luo..."
Every magical creature here carries several lives.
What about those dead people, their relatives, friends, and lovers?
For the first time, Ash faced such a contradiction and pondered on himself.
Magical creatures rebel against their fate, right?
That's right.
Didn't he come to Iluf to rebel against the fate of him, Duogu Village, and Broken River Plain?
Is it right to take revenge on humanity by bloody and violent means?
...That's right.
If everyone in Duogu Village and Sigourney were hurt, he couldn't convince himself to accept the result of shaking hands and making peace. Someone must pay the price, otherwise the flame of hatred in his heart will not be quenched.
But what if innocent people are involved in the process of revenge?
...That's not right.
But what can we do?
Hatred can blind people's eyes and make them irrational in the process of revenge. They may even deviate from their original goals and become people they don't even recognize. Even if they know this, how many people can stop themselves and control themselves before making mistakes?
As long as there is resistance, as long as there is hatred in the heart, there will always be countless innocent lives lost in the process of resistance, those who deserve the punishment.
I am human.
I am also magic material.
In the future, there will be magical creatures that hate humans and want to kill him. There will also be human wizards who want to put him on the experimental table and make full use of him.
Ash asked himself quietly, what should I do?
He couldn't think of the answer for a moment.
Subconsciously, he looked towards Sigourney, as if he wanted to find the answer from this young man who had transformed from an elf who hated vampires the most to a vampire.
When he saw this, he was stunned where he was.
When everyone's attention was focused on those magical creatures, Sigourney, who was standing aside, was like a shadow, perfectly concealing her aura and blending into the shadows.
The vampire, whose presence was completely reduced, lowered his eyes slightly, pursed the corners of his lips, and his profile was cold and almost sharp.
The joy and teasing just now were like a thin mask, which was silently peeled off in a corner where no one could see.
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