Whispering Verse

Miss Danister had no special reason for looking for Shade this time. She just wanted to inquire about the progress of his aura collection.

In fact, Shade has made no progress at all, but at least he has established a relationship with Princess Margaret and established a relatively friendly relationship with Sir Priscilla in the reading salon.

The thirteenth-ring sorceress was a little dissatisfied with Shade's progress, but she also understood his difficulties, so she didn't push him too much.

Instead, Shade asked a question, and then learned a surprising answer:

"Miss Danister, when I was doing background research, I found that Sir Prisha's family is quite old. It is rumored that they were a well-known ring magician family many years ago. I don't know if this is true."

"Yes."

The lady on the sofa nodded. Although it was almost late at night, the St. Byrons Library was not quiet at all tonight. The Sleeping Moon is the last month of the year. As exam week approaches, students at the college are also seizing the little time left this year to supplement their final knowledge for the upcoming most important upgrade exam at the end of the year.

The library even lit up more lights for this purpose. At this time, the huge star chart above the head was emitting a soft light. Above the rows of bookshelves, golden candlesticks were suspended in an orderly manner in the air, holding candles. It seemed that many people could not sleep tonight.

"In fact, many contemporary surnames that have been passed down for a long time had their own glory in the last century or even older eras."

Miss Denister was not surprised at all by Shade's question. She seemed a little lazy:

"When I did a background check on Raikins Prisha, I checked their family history. Before Raikins Prisha, the last ring wizard who actually existed was born about 300 years ago, but there was no He joined the church and the three major colleges, but unfortunately died in an incident where a relic got out of control when he was in the second ring."

She shook her fingers, and poured black tea for her into a white porcelain teapot with gold and silver decorations in the shape of stretched mandala flowers embedded in the body:

"Further forward, a ring warlock will be born about every three to four hundred years. Although this probability is a bit higher, it is not too exaggerated. And if you go back to the Fifth Age, there will be a lot of specious news. If you If you are interested, I can tell you about it, but I don’t think it will be helpful to your mission, and most of the rumors from the previous era are not true.”

"If it's convenient, you can talk to me."

Shade pretended to be quite curious, and Miss Danister nodded:

"The knowledge you are now exposed to already involves alien species such as elves, mermaids, and vampires. Although these alien species no longer appear in human society in the sixth era, at least in the early fifth era, the relationship between humans and alien species Intermarriage is still very common. According to legend, the Prisha family has a different bloodline, and the source of the bloodline is the feathered race. Yes, it is that race with strong curiosity but extremely weak mental endurance."

"Feathered Man"

"Of course, another theory is that the magical bloodline of the Prisha family comes from an older era. They inherited the power of a certain angel, but because it was so far apart, the power of the bloodline has long since disappeared except for the feathered people and the angels. , and there are even stranger rumors, but I guess we don’t need to waste time on those stories.”

The sorceress looked at Shade while holding the tea cup:

"Due to trade negotiations, Margaret Anjou and her delegation will probably extend their visit to Tobesk, but they will also return to Kasenlik before the end of the year. You need to complete the task before then .”

"In one week, I will bring you the inspiration."

Shade said that he would test Sir Prisha's attitude towards the chosen ones and the poem within a week. During this period, he would definitely have to contact the other party, so he must complete:

"But I need more information. Does Sir Kings Prisha have any extraordinary talents? In the worst case, I might have to fight him."

"I got news from the Serkses Higher Medical School. He is very talented in reading, and his level as a ring wizard is also improving very quickly."

He paused and glanced at Shade:

"Of course, there is no comparison with a real genius like you. Kings Prisha is extremely proficient in the power of enlightenment elements, especially the power related to knowledge and books. But I can't get the more specific ring magician system. You know, he is just a correspondence student after all, and Serksese himself may not know all of his abilities."

Shade nodded:

“I also discovered some things that came close to Kings Prisha and [Apna Library].”

He did not directly say that the other party was an academic spy.

Miss Denister thought for a moment:

"This involves Serkses' own affairs, and we don't have to worry about it."

It seemed that Serkses himself was also suspicious. After all, St. Byrons could suspect Dorothy. There was no reason why the Medical College of Higher Education, one of the three major colleges, could not notice a real academic spy.

"Also, if I get the aura and can really help us decipher the secret of the book and find the location of the [Silver Moon Library], then how will I get to St. Byrons?"

Shade asked again. The projection state would weaken the aura and prevent the real aura from shining on the secret black book. He also holds the idea of ​​​​coming to St. Byrons in person to find the last stone tablet that records the knowledge of time increase.

"If the inspiration comes from Kings Prisha, I will go to Tobesk myself with the book."

The thirteenth-ring sorceress said in a relaxed tone. Shade was stunned for a moment before he realized:

"What?"

The only thing he didn't think of was this possibility.

"You are all in Tobesk, why don't I go there. Moreover, there have been some problems in your city recently. The college has sent several professors. I can apply for the second batch."

Her eyes studied Shade's expression:

"In the fall, the principal, Mr. Pigman, also went to a city under the jurisdiction of the church for some matters. This time I applied for support, and there was no problem."

"Um"

This sounds like a pretty good idea, but it's not a good idea for Shade. He wanted to object, but the reasons given by Miss Danister were so impeccable that he couldn't figure out how to object after thinking for a long time.

"In short, the most important task at the moment is to collect spiritual light."

So the sorceress said, and Shade nodded. Even if the stone slab representing the "Red Moon" has not yet been unsealed, he must not stop looking for the suspected last stone slab in St. Byrons. Even though he didn't have the chance to go to St. Byrons this time, if he really helped Miss Denister find the [Silver Moon Library], he offered to help him come to St. Byrons again to "feel the atmosphere of the school" in person. This lady with thirteen rings would certainly not object.

After talking about these things, Shade was ready to say goodbye, but he hesitated and asked again:

"Ma'am, I actually have one more question."

Miss Denister smiled and nodded:

"Is it an academic problem? Just ask. Although I am not responsible for the curriculum of your history school, I am also a lifelong professor at St. Byrons."

Shade shook his head:

"It's not an academic problem, it's like this. I bought an old book on the local black market a few days ago, and it mentioned a name from the Fifth Age. I want to ask you if you know that person."

"what name?"

"Schulz Theresa."

Shade and Miss Carina mentioned this name when they talked about the key of Fifth Era 5177. At that time, Miss Carina mainly paid attention to Miss Violet, so she didn’t pay too much attention to this unknown person. An eye-catching tenth-level witch.

At this time, the adventure in 5177 has completely ended. If there are no accidents, Miss Violet, the witch emperor who is extravagant but unexpectedly reliable in some aspects, and Miss Theresa, who worked hard for her graduation thesis but actually has a strong personality, will never be seen again. will appear in the lives of outsiders.

"This name is very common. Are there any other clues? For example, the era of life or the important things that have been done."

Miss Danister asked slowly, Shade nodded:

"The owner of this name probably lived at the end of the Fifth Era. He was a student at Serkses Medical College and was a distant relative of a certain Witch Emperor."

Miss Denister frowned and thought:

"I do have the impression that there is someone who matches your description, but your description is too broad. Serkses was already one of the largest thaumatological academies at the end of the Fifth Era, with countless ring magicians graduating; and the Witch Emperor Their distant relatives are too numerous to count, just like the 'distant relatives' of the contemporary royal family can cover almost all nobles."

She waved, and three seconds later, a book with a red cover flew into her hand with a swish from the gap in the distant bookshelf. Miss Danister opened the book, then pushed it gently, and the book slid in the air towards Shade:

"Schultz Teresa, the president of the Serkses Medical School at the end of the Fifth Era, who served for 20 years. Due to the loss of information caused by the change of the era, even the Serksese Medical School itself could not say Know the details of this woman’s life.”

Among the pages of the book spread out in front of Shade, the description of "Schulz Theresa" was only half a page on the right side. The not dense text simply described the information that can still be found today.

As Shade read, Miss Denister continued:

"We no longer know which witch emperor she is a distant relative of, but it is said that she was blessed by the gods and possesses extremely high wisdom."

"So, she successfully graduated."

Shade sighed softly in his heart, with a smile on his lips, he took the book and put it on the coffee table:

"This is not the lady whose name I saw. The description I saw described her as just a girl who follows her aunt, hates writing papers, and has an average talent."

Shade hoped that when he said this, there would not be too many traces of sentimentality on his face:

"Goodbye then, see you in a week, Miss Daniste."

"See you in a week. I wish you smooth movement. If you need help, please contact me at any time. Finding the [Silver Moon Library] is important to us."

The sorceress said, watching Shade get up and disappear into the chair opposite:

"Schulz Theresa"

Staring at the black tea in the white porcelain tea cup:

"The demigod who has completed the thirteenth level of the secret technique 'Immortal Witch', Schulz Violet Theresa."

She cooed softly, imagining the power of the great witches of the previous era.

After finishing the cup of tea, I looked up at the silver-blue astrolabe above my head, which also has the function of indicating time:

"It's already this time."

He put down the tea cup and called the students, and asked the elf girl in robe to ring the golden bell at the entrance of the big library. The crisp ringing of bells spread throughout the brightly lit library, throughout the castle complex and spiers of St. Byrons under the silver-covered Far North night, and throughout the buildings built on St. Byrons in the Far North. A huge city shining on the snowy plains.

The elves playing the lyre in the night forest, the mermaids playing in the semi-frozen lake, the winged men playing in the snowy sky, the vampires illegally trading pig blood in the narrow alleys of the western steam city, it is quite a medieval fantasy. The dwarves playing Rhodes in the style tavern, the humans sitting on the benches wearing college uniforms and falling in love next to the fountain in the central college square, the half-dragon maid cleaning at the top of the eastern clock tower, the test tubes shaking in the cemetery and Countless people, including the lich who conducted experiments with his undead apprentices, the centaurs in the northern pastures who checked the chocobos' sleep at night, and the fey cyborgs who maintained the steam pipeline lines in the sewers, all heard the sound of the bell.

The blizzard raged outside the transparent film outside the city, and the rolling snow-capped mountains looked like crawling monsters in the night. Although the scenery in the far north is magnificent, the curfew time for the junior students is coming soon, and if they cannot return to the dormitory in time, points will be deducted. The bell of St. Byrons Library is also the end of the night in Academy City. The librarian is also one of the leaders of this city.

St. Byrons Comprehensive College represents not only the college itself, but also a home in the far north where alien creatures, humans and all kinds of wonderful life coexist.

The night is deep and March is shining brightly. The city founded by the demigod witch Myrna Feliana, located on the far north ice cap and inherited from two eras, has ushered in a new calm night in this snowstorm.