Whispering Verse

Flames danced in the five pairs of eyes. The most important guarantee for their survival here was the light in the brazier, but at this time everyone felt a chill in their hearts.

"Of course I didn't set it on fire."

Professor Evans shook his head hurriedly:

"I thought it was lit by the girls who arrived earlier."

Miss Malone is an ordinary person, so this naturally has nothing to do with her. Miss Teresa and Miss Maxim, who arrived first, also shook their heads:

"It wasn't us, we were also attracted by the firelight. If it weren't for the light here and the waves being so big, we wouldn't have noticed this floating board."

Although the purple-haired maid, Miss Maxim, had been shivering from the cold, she still provided further information:

"When we first arrived, I tried to light more new flames before I passed out, but the flames and light were completely suppressed here."

As she spoke, she opened her palms that were almost bloodless:

"Fire~"

Even the sparks didn't appear. Miss Theresa and Professor Evans also tried it, and sure enough, nothing happened. They seemed to feel colder. Miss Theresa was almost completely pressed against Shade's body. Shade felt like he was leaning against a huge piece of ice.

Although Miss Malone is not a witch, she does have a box of half-wet matches. With the consent of the other four people, she threw the match directly into the brazier in front of her. Then everyone saw that neither the match nor the paper box had any intention of being lit.

Professor Evans hooked his fingers, and the matchbox flew out again. The dried matchbox was intact.

"Silver Moon."

Shade said softly, and the light like rice grains appeared again on his fingertips. Except for the flames from unknown sources in front of them, this is the only light that everyone can "ignite" at the moment. They all looked at the ray of light, and the cold breath they exhaled caused the already abnormally moist air to turn into hoarfrost.

"We still have to find our own way out of here."

Shade finally said to them, and the witches all agreed with Shade. Professor Evans still couldn't help but be curious, and tremblingly asked how Shade came in, but Shade casually prevaricated:

"I walked through a strange door and fell into the ocean."

This is not a lie either.

Being immersed in seawater will attract dangerous things, and seawater will absorb spiritual and physical strength. Flying into the sky will cause greater panic. The twelfth-level witch masters the way to open the portal, but just as Shade thought, this area of ​​chaos in time and space does not support opening the portal:

"This place is very similar to Lost Lake."

Miss Teresa trembled and said in Shade's ear, her breath touched Shade's cheek, and Shade even felt that his skin was about to freeze. There was something wrong with their situation. Even though it was very cold here, they shouldn't act so exaggeratedly.

Shade gently held her in his arms. The witch struggled symbolically for a moment, and then fell into the heart-warming warmth.

"Has Miss Violet ever told you what exactly Lost Lake is?"

The girl wearing glasses felt the warmth of her arms and shook her head gently:

"My aunt said I didn't know it yet. She only said it was the 'border'."

Professor Evans didn't know what he thought of, and his face became even more ugly.

"I do not understand."

Miss Malone raised her trembling hands and said, seeing everyone else looking at her, she timidly pointed to the floating board under her:

"Why can this board float here?"

Shade also recalled:

"When I swam over just now, I definitely didn't see any other shipwrecks on the water, not even floating luggage or bodies."

Professor Evans also recalled:

"Just now, the four of us survivors of the shipwreck mentioned that when the shipwreck occurred, everything was sinking rapidly. This floating board should not be the wreckage of the ship we thought it was."

"Speaking of which, where did the blanket you are wearing come from?"

Shade asked again, and then the ladies looked at the blanket wrapped tightly around them, and then remembered that this was what they found by the fire when they first came to the floating board.

There were four blankets in total, and it happened to be the four of them who came here. It seemed like someone had specially prepared these for them.

The ladies were silent for a while, and Miss Teresa, who felt her soul warming up, remembered something more:

"When we climbed here, I seemed to have encountered some strange indentations on the edge of the floating board, like writing or something, probably on this side."

She pointed to the edge of the floating board. The surging seawater kept rushing towards the floating board, so that except for the current location where everyone was, all other areas were wet.

"You guys take a rest first, I'll go over there and take a look."

Shade said, not daring to get up and could only climb over. Miss Theresa grabbed the hem of his clothes and followed behind him:

"I'll go with you, I remember the location."

She just didn't want to be away from that warm feeling.

The constant slapping of the sea water made it difficult for Shade to see clearly what was on the surface of the floating board. He could only rely on groping and the extremely weak light from his fingertips to identify the subtle changes in texture.

Miss Theresa was holding Shade's sleeve with one hand, and she and Shade were soaking in the water and groping with the other hand. They had to be extra careful, as the floating board was shaking quite badly at the edge, and no one wanted to fall into the water just like that.

"My aunt and I have been trying to find you for the past few years."

In the wind and waves, the voice of the girl next to me was a little soft. Shade turned to look at her. Miss Theresa's face turned slightly red:

"My aunt is ready to be promoted to demigod. She has seen her own path to demigod. She said that maybe becoming a demigod can sense the time and space you are in, and maybe there will be a record of you in the Witch Council. This time, still Are you staying three times?”

"Yes, I will get you out safely before leaving."

The young girl nodded gently:

"If possible, my aunt would also like to see you again."

Pulling on Shade's sleeve, she pursed her lips and asked in a lower voice:

"You haven't forgotten us either?"

"of course not."

The girl wearing glasses smiled, and then said in surprise:

"I found it! Here!"

As he said that, he took Shade's hand and pushed it under the water. Shade also touched those strange carvings.

He asked "her" to help me mark down the lines with his fingers. After returning to the fire with Miss Teresa, he summoned the imaginary bookshelf and took out the books to imprint those symbols on them. Similarly, the bookshelves and books that were supposed to be as bright as a sea of ​​stars turned dim as if they were black.

Those symbols looked like shells, and Shad's language proficiency immediately came into play, and the erudite professor of Zarath Academy of Literature also recognized this strange text:

"Mystic?"

"You know him?"

Shade asked in surprise. The deceased "Adele Isabella" asked him to use this language to ask questions to the "Hope Diamond". But the problem is that his language proficiency means being able to recognize the meaning and know the pronunciation of the words when he sees them, rather than mastering knowledge by knowing the name of the language.

It is not that he has not sought help from Miss Danister, but even the librarian has only heard of this kind of writing but does not know how to do it.

"Yes, the Mith language is an ancient text from the Second Age. I have only mastered a few words. Give me some time and I will translate them."

The professor was about to take action as he spoke, but was stopped by Shade:

"I will interpret it for you. I happen to know the words here. However, can you teach me the language in a comprehensive way, or at least help me translate a few sentences?"

Shade had some doubts. The tree father had specially sent him to learn the Mith language this time.

The writing of the late fifth era was a required course at St. Byrons, so there was no big obstacle for Shade to communicate with the four ladies. After the strange text was simply translated by Shade, it probably meant:

[The sea without light, the sea without dreams. Four childhood treasures call for the gift of dreams. 】

Miss Teresa, Miss Maxim and Miss Malone didn't understand very well. Only Professor Evans was thoughtful. She trembled and asked Shade:

"That's what it says here, isn't it?"

"should be."

Under the firelight, a smile appeared on Shade's face. He was originally worried about how to complete the task:

"What is written here is the method of calling the gods."

"Who?"

Miss Teresa asked in considerable awe.

"The god of wishes - the giver of dreams."

As Shade said the name of the old god, the flames in the brazier surged upward, allowing the firelight to illuminate a larger area. Light and shadow danced on everyone's faces. Except for Miss Theresa, who was held in Shade's arms, the eyebrows of the other three ladies had frosted at some point.

"So, what do we do?"

"Do you have any items related to your childhood wishes? You need four items to call upon the god. If I understand correctly, then this floating board and this brazier were both left to us by the god . I think if you want to leave here, you probably need the help of that god."

Shade said and looked at them. Everyone's luggage was lost in the sea. They were lucky enough to survive the shipwreck.

But he believed that they must have items that met the requirements, because outsiders did not have childhood in this world, and he could not come up with "childhood wishes".

Sure enough, just as Shade thought, the four ladies nodded.

Miss Teresa huddled in Shade's arms and took off her pair of round glasses:

"This was a birthday gift given to me by my aunt when I was little. I was not a witch at that time, and my aunt only gave this to me when she came to visit my house and wanted to choose a future apprentice. She knew it was my birthday. Since then. From then on, I wanted to be a witch like my aunt.”

Speaking of which, the last time I saw Miss Teresa at Lost Lake, she was wearing these glasses. It hasn't been replaced in three years, so that's why.