Whispering Poems

Whispering Poems Chapter 45

2021-07-06

Chapter 45 The Professors of St. Byrons
No spellcasting required to use [Silver Moon Slash] Material, only need to use limbs to pull light marks in the air. The silver's light traces can be cut forward to play an attack form.

Before midnight, Shade tried many times in the room with the curtains drawn to get the light trail one after another to appear, and then let the light trail slash forward. He was very excited. Although he had tried teleportation, echo of blood and light technique before, [Silver Moon Slash] was in line with his imagination of "power" and "mysterious" in mind.

It's a pity that Shade is just a beginner, he doesn't have a deep understanding of the [Silver Moon] element rune, and his own spirit is very small, so those light marks can't even leave obvious traces on the walls.

But if you just want to hurt the fragile human body, it is enough to come close.

Although the formidable power of this Mystic Art is mediocre temporarily, the light trace left in the air is extremely beautiful, even more elegant and noble than the form recorded in the book, which will make the curious orange cat Xiaomi Ya was attracted.

Of course, the above four kinds of Mystic Art from the course are only provided by Academy for free. And if Shade wants to get more Mystic Art from Academy, he can go to the library to check, and then pay to get the knowledge of Mystic Art.

Professors also have different collections of Mystic Art and Spells, and getting high marks in their courses is a way to get free Mystic Art and Spells.

Regarding the Academy's Mystic Art and spells, Dr. Schneider believed that the library's price was unreasonable, and that the Academy was "exploiting" correspondence students.

Instead of buying Shade at the Academy, buy it from the same group and local ring warlock. The Academy only serves as a channel for obtaining rare Mystic Art and spells.

But no matter what, outsiders have completely stepped into the mysterious and extraordinary gate of the weird steam age.

Outsiders summed up their current situation and found that what they lacked most was neither time nor experience, but gold pounds. So he is more determined to run this detective agency, which is the best way to make money that he can touch at present.

"Rely on commissions to earn gold pounds, and then acquire knowledge from St. Byrons. Get the four-element rune and keep improving. Even if you can't go back, you must witness this mysterious and magnificent world."

Because of having a house of his own, Shade is now not as depressed as in the past few days.

As for copying the books of the past world, or using the knowledge of the past world to make a profit in the age of steam, he can only make detailed plans when he has a firm foothold here and has more power.

A day is spent on amusing cats and reading books. Shade, who mastered the first Mystic Art, is still very happy even though he doesn't have any income today.

That's how it came to this night, looking at the clock showing that it was eleven o'clock, Shade first locked the nocturnal orange cat Miia in the bedroom, and then moved the coffee table and sofa to make room. out of space.

Place the four chairs beside the dining table in the living room, use Compass to strictly correct the direction, and finally pick up a full pot of water and place it in the center of the four chairs.

He changed into the only formal suit in the closet, closed the curtains, and turned the gas light in the living room to a warm yellow state that dimly illuminates.

Only then did I sit on the chair due north, with a match in hand and the elective course list scroll in one hand. Staring at the clock, he finally turned to the position close to twelve o'clock, and quickly struck the match on the arm of the chair.

Because of too much strength, the match broke from the middle. Shade was slightly startled, and immediately pulled another matchbox from his lap.

The matches of this era were not safety matches, and there was no rough area on the side of the box for sliding. It is common practice to draw out matches and strike them on the ground, soles, and walls.

The second match was finally lit, and Shade looked up at the clock and ignited the scroll immediately after hearing the first chime. The parchment reel was almost on, and when the flames appeared, he immediately threw the reel into the water in front of him.

Although he had already made preparations, Shade was still a little surprised when he saw the scrolls entering the water turned into blue light scattered in the water basin:

“This is What?"

He thought to himself, and the woman's voice in his head said unexpectedly:
[Not Mystic Art and incantation, the more ancient power of mysticism, this is some kind of ceremony. ]

“ceremony?”

Without waiting for further explanation, I saw that the whole basin of water began to emit rays of light. There was a wind at this moment in the room with the windows closed, and in those winds three beams of light were projected from the basin in the direction of east, west and south.

Therefore, the three blue transparent human bodies gradually became clear from blurring, and appeared on the chair prepared by Shade. Shade even saw moving characters in their transparent bodies, but even just deciphering one of them made his head ache, so he learned the lessons of the Dark Box and didn't maintain that exuberant curiosity.

The appearance of the three made the room suddenly become gloomy and cold.

Sitting opposite Shade due south is an old man wearing round-rimmed glasses. He was wearing a formal black suit, even taller than Shade, with a pocket watch chain out of his breast pocket and fastened to a button on his chest:

"Associate Dean of the St. Byrons Comprehensive Academy, Director of Student Administration, Library Administration Academy Professor Harms Sanchez."

Professor Sanchez introduced himself in very standard Delarion language, nodding to Shade slightly.

This name is the signed name given in the message, and this is the one who met Shade in this way.

Sitting on the chair in the east is a middle-aged man who looks to be in his forties, with a thin but firm expression. The same black formal dress is paired with a white shirt. The buttons on the cuffs are the school emblem of the Byrons Comprehensive Academy, and the books are locked by iron chains.

His ears seem to be pointed, unlike normal people:

"Professor Hessanger Garcia, Associate Dean of the History Academy."

He The Delarion language is obviously not as good as Prof. Sanchez's standard. Now in the world, southern Carsenrik and northern Delarion are popular. Maybe this Garcia professor was originally a southerner.

The last sitting in the western chair is a beautiful lady with curly hair in her thirties, wearing a monocle on her right eye, wearing the usual blue lady clerk uniform, holding in her hand Writing pad and pen.

I nod to Shade very kindly, and speak more solemnly than the two professors:
"I am Lacus Jones of the Academy Secretariat. According to regulations, Professor Academy will warlock with the correspondence ring in the case of non-teaching. To communicate, the secretary of the secretariat must record and archive the conversation. This is to protect both you and the secret of St. Byrons."

"I understand, Professor Sanchez, Professor Garcia, Miss Jones, Good evening. Do you need hot tea? The black tea I have here is very good."

Shade politely said to the three transparent silhouettes after being slightly surprised. Thinking about this kind of ceremony, is it similar to the principle of the projection machine? The gloomy atmosphere at the moment showed that perhaps the original function of ceremony was not to hold meetings remotely.

(end of this chapter)