Chapter 92
Of course, the ones in the classroom are often famous scholars who have been dead for hundreds or even thousands of years. But nowadays, children seem to prefer all kinds of handsome young wizards, especially girls. Young people buy books written by these wizards not only to read, but also to get the autographs of their star wizards.
So, without a doubt, Sylas bought a Xerath badge. It was interestingly drawn from the side, and even after being made into a template, it still looked serious. But how could Xerath herself find out about it? She would definitely order herself to throw it away.
"I... tidied up my little secret," after finishing everything, she opened the door and looked a bit timidly at Xerath, "You can come in now, I... I have nothing to hide from you."
Xerath returned to her room, nothing had changed except that the drawer was empty. This room had a hint of Sylas's scent, just like she was in Aimekotes' room. She lifted her hand slightly and everything in the room floated one after another.
This is a very basic spell, Sylas would always use it when sweeping the floor in Aimekotes.
Xerath pointed with her finger, and the quilt folded itself and went into the suitcase. Then came the books, followed by clothes, and finally a box of Sylas's small toys. Finally, Sylas herself put the box with the letter inside.
Lastly, Hyectra closed the suitcase and pressed on it a few times with its chubby body. The suitcase struggled to close, but it was too heavy for two weak wizards to lift. Sylas consciously summoned an Earth Child, placing the suitcase on its solid and flat shoulder. Two stone fists, somehow connected to the main body, fixed the suitcase. The Earth Child silently followed behind the water lord.
Sylas returned her dormitory key, so she didn't belong to this school temporarily. Other children might feel a little reluctant, as Star Song Castle is a famous school on the whole continent that has produced many famous hero wizards. Even Xerath herself studied at this school. But for Sylas, nothing could make her happier than "restoring her connection with Xerath."
"Is there anywhere you want to go?" Xerath asked while walking downstairs.
"What? Why are you asking that? Aren't we going home?" Sylas asked in surprise. The sign counting down the days until the exam had been hanging in front of every classroom, creating a tense atmosphere. But she was delighted to see the number of days decreasing because it meant she was one day closer to returning to Aimekotes.
"It's hard to put wild beasts back in the cage once they've roamed the mountains and forests," Xerath gave an example, "After young people experience something new, it's hard for the elderly to boast about their exceptional appeal."
"No, no," Sylas laughed softly behind her, "You are always attractive."
With one hand holding her arm, Xerath shook slightly, uncertain whether to let go of her. According to the principles she discussed with Diego, such intimate behavior seemed inappropriate. However, when she was in school, girls supporting each other's arms or even holding hands was not something that needed to be prohibited. Sylas's actions were so natural, clearly the current customs were the same.
As a teacher, all she had to do was restrain her... improper fantasies, rather than demand others to restrain themselves.
In other words, she should only ask herself not to engage in overly intimate actions.
She didn't pull her hand away, allowing Sylas to pinch her arm and even creating some convenience for her.
Continuous long-distance teleportation - from Sotralo to Star Song Castle, from Star Song Castle to Withered Leaf City, and from Withered Leaf City to Aimekotes - put a heavy burden on Xerath's body. When she appeared in the library, Xerath stumbled and fell out, causing Sylas to gasp and grab her. The strong pull brought her into Sylas's arms.
Xerath's vision remained dark, and her senses couldn't determine her whereabouts. Instinctively, she held onto Sylas tightly. After the ringing in her ears faded away, she struggled to break free from Sylas's embrace.
"Teacher? What's wrong with you? You didn't eat much at lunch today. Are you sick? Should we see a doctor?"
"No, no, I'm fine. It's just that I didn't eat much at lunch, so I feel a bit weak at this time. It's inevitable to feel dizzy when going through the Portal."
"Can you assure me that there's nothing wrong with your body?"
"I've just been sleeping less these past two days. I don't sleep well outside, you know. Please let go of me first."
"You need to make sure you can stand."
"Sylas...! I'm not used to being this close to someone else. Please let go of me first."
Sylas had no choice but to slowly loosen her grip. Xerath stood still. Even the slightest movement made Sylas nervously move closer, but Xerath stopped her.
Sylas looked a little sad, but the archmage's stubbornness was unstoppable. Even when Sylas grabbed her sleeve, she refused her help. But luckily, after a while, her footsteps sounded normal again.
She let go of Sylas's hand, and Sylas tried to help her back, but she stopped her.
Aimekotes was almost always warm. Under the shade of the giant stones, the tower hardly received any direct sunlight. There was no wind coming in, making it cooler inside than Star Song Castle or Withered Leaf City. Sylas was originally wearing a short-sleeved apprentice uniform, but now she was feeling a bit cold and went back inside to change into a long-sleeved shirt. Hyectra put the groceries she bought today back into the fridge, with Xerath following her the whole time.
When she pushed open the living room door, a "dark cloud" quickly swooped down. She reached out and caught something in her arms, smiling and saying, "Alright, alright, Titus, stop licking!"
"Woof, woof!"
Finally managing to pull away from Titus, she then saw a man sitting on the couch. The man quickly flashed a big smile and said, "Long time no see, little wild one. You're turning into a beautiful lady soon!"
"Uncle Virgil, what are you doing here?" Her tone wasn't exactly mean, but her eyes showed unfriendliness. Titus could sense this unusual atmosphere and stopped barking for a moment.
Xerath, who was behind her, said, "Maybe he ran out of money and came to freeload. He's been staying here for days and refuses to leave, even when nobody's home."
Sylas stared suspiciously at Virgil and protected Xerath behind her.
"How could you say such things about me? Look, even our little wild beast looks at me as if I'm a bad person. You're misleading her, she doesn't have the ability to judge yet! Last time, she even said Uncle Virgil is not a bad person, and now she's looking at me like this. It must be the esteemed archmage who said something bad about me. Uncle's heart hurts so much..." Virgil exaggeratedly clutched his chest, his other hand supporting him as he slowly slid down the sofa.
Xerath corrected solemnly, "My little wild beast is not yours."
"Oh, dear archmage. Have you found any new fun activities?"
"No, that's why I plan to measure the vein of the earth."
"Oh, great! Can I come with you to see the dragon bones?"
Xerath thought for a moment, "We can sneak there. I don't want to deal with bad people."
"How can you be so sure they're bad so quickly?" Virgil asked. "The new employer pays well."
"A woman's intuition." She pointed at herself. "Maybe it's from the perspective of standing with a dragon. If someone wants to dig up my bones after two thousand years and use them for some magical item, I would think they're a bad person too."
This is a famous story. The grave of an elven archmage, who died in a war, was dug up by the Lich King. His leg bones were turned into a staff, becoming a terrifying weapon of murder. Countless dragons, humans, elves, orcs, rhinoceroses, magic wolves, flying dragons, wyverns... all died beneath those bones.
"Earth vein... Teacher, is that the earth vein I was thinking of?"
Xerath turned her head and looked at her. Her hand was originally resting on Sylas's shoulder, and the two of them turned their heads to face each other, with a distance of no more than two inches. She caught a whiff of Sylas's fresh and warm girlish scent and exaggeratedly straightened up and took a step back.
She stepped back to where Sylas couldn't see her.
"How much do you know about earth veins? My... " She hesitated, realizing that this sentence was obviously too intimate, but her hesitation was so long that Virgil looked confused. She had no choice but to pluck up the courage and finish saying, " ... little beast?" Changing her words seemed a bit too obvious, right?
"Of unknown origin and cause, lurking underground, the rocks in the path of this energy will be crystallized, but its direction may inexplicably disappear, causing the crystallization to gradually deteriorate, becoming a kind of weathered rock, and eventually shattering and mingling with the soil. Uh... there is a book that says wizards have an obligation to detect the readings of crystallization, is that true?"
"That's right."
"What are the readings? How do you read them?"
"It's a primitive device, made of a type of rock that cannot be crystallized. The power of crystallization would cause it to shatter immediately. However, different intensities of earth vein energy cause this rock to shatter to different degrees. For example, if the energy of the earth vein completely shatters a one-inch square rock, the reading for the earth vein energy would be one. So, if a two-inch square rock is completely shattered, the reading for the earth vein energy would be..."
Virgil interrupted, saying, "Two!"
Titus also called out twice.
She turned her head to look at her favorite student, "What is your answer, Sylas?"
"I think it's eight."
Xerath smiled with satisfaction, "Correct, it is eight."
Virgil asked, "Why?"
"Sylas, tell him."
Sylas explained sincerely, "Uncle Virgil, two squared is eight."
"Oh-" Virgil covered his face, frustrated, and collapsed onto the couch. Titus cried out and also fell down.
Only Xerath was very pleased and said, "Would you mind going to the library first? I have something I'd like to discuss with you."
"Okay!" She immediately dropped the cute stool that was about to come over, and the stool sadly whimpered and lay on the ground.
Virgil picked it up from behind, held it gently in his arms, and comforted softly, "Okay, okay, little cutie, let the two of us rely on each other."
