Whispering Verse

"Sorry, may I ask, what is the crystallization of wisdom?"

Shade asked softly against the huge pressure, feeling that his head was becoming more and more numb.

The god of the lake said softly:

"The fruit of your wisdom. Maybe it is a sentence, maybe an article, maybe a book, maybe an invention. Bring the crystallization of your wisdom and prove your wisdom."

"Require originality?"

Shade asked again, and God shook his head slightly:

"In the third era, I proposed this test to mortals, and the alchemist refined a Philosopher's Stone on the spot. Yes, the Philosopher's Stone."

He looked at Shade.

"Oh~"

Shade heard Miss Teresa sigh.

"Miss Violet, can you make the Philosopher's Stone?"

Shade then asked the great witch on the side, who rolled her eyes at him and didn't answer at all. So he asked Miss Teresa again, who replied tremblingly before he could say anything:

"If I can make the Philosopher's Stone, do I need to worry about my graduation thesis?"

What she said makes sense, but it also means that in addition to unique innovations, more difficult skills can also be regarded as "crystals of wisdom."

Since none of the three of them have the ability to rub the Philosopher's Stone, this visit can only end temporarily, and then return to the camp to think of a way to respond to God's test.

Shade told the god that the three of them would be back soon, and the god smiled and indicated that they could leave.

Miss Theresa was still helped by Shade to stand up. Although Miss Violet looked pale, she could still walk on her own. The great witch, who was almost unable to hold on any longer, quickly led Shade out of the calm lake on the first floor of the tower.

After the door closed automatically, Miss Violet gasped and grabbed Shade's other arm. It took a long time to recover.

When he raised his head again, he felt that the hair on his forehead was stuck to his skin with sweat. She wanted to care about her companions around her, but found that except for the blood stains on Shade's face that had not been wiped off, nothing seemed to be wrong:

"Are you really human?"

The Witch Emperor prides herself on being well-informed, but her experience in just half an hour still shocked her.

Shade counted the time, he was about to leave:

"You were just doubting my gender just now, but now are you doubting my race?"

"The [Night Watch] at your feet can only confirm that you are not an evil being, and cannot assume your race."

The witch who had recovered a little said that Shade didn't want to say too much on this topic. He really didn't have time:

“What to do with God’s test?”

"Let's go back to the camp first and check what we have. It's really bad. Before we came to Lost Lake, I didn't expect to encounter this kind of situation. I thought God's test would be a puzzle or a duel or something like that. ..."

Miss Violet said, Miss Theresa also nodded and said to Shade:

"Sir, I won't say much more to thank you. Your... performance just now is really surprising. Please tell me what you think."

"If I want to show personal wisdom, and if it is the crystallization of wisdom, I want to write a paper, or make an invention that has never been done before, at least it is easier than making the Philosopher's Stone with our bare hands."

Shade said, and Miss Theresa agreed:

"I think so too, but this kind of invention and creation must be innovative. Even if it overlaps with the work of predecessors, it must have its own innovation."

Miss Violet thought for a moment:

"I'm afraid the luggage we carry is not the crystallization of our own wisdom, so let's each make some attempts. I plan to improve the potion. There have been at least 7 revisions of the basic potion 'Fire Resistance Potion'. I will give it a try , is there an eighth direction of improvement?”

"I happen to be writing my graduation thesis, so I'll finish the third chapter here first."

Miss Teresa hesitated for a moment before speaking.

"Why Chapter 3?"

Shade asked curiously. Miss Theresa let go of Shade's arm and explained to him with some annoyance:

"The first chapter is the introduction, the second chapter is the theoretical research results, and the third chapter really touches on the valuable content."

After what happened just now, her attitude towards Shade was obviously better:

"I originally thought that I could leave the academy and venture outside, and I had good reasons to postpone the time of writing. I didn't expect that I would end up writing my thesis in such a terrible environment without a desk. If I had known that such a thing would happen, I might as well have stayed here. In the college, in my single dormitory, I wrote my thesis while looking at the sea view outside the window. After this trip back, I will definitely be laughed at by my tutor."

Miss Violet seemed amused and looked at Shade again:

"You seem to have your own ideas?"

"Yes, I plan to write a paper on advanced mathematics, but the specific content needs to be considered."

"Advanced mathematics? I didn't expect you to be a scholar."

The great witch was even more surprised by Shade:

"However, I want to know your past story first. You just said that you have visited the gods many times. It turned out to be a lie. After leaving Lost Lake, are you interested in visiting me as a guest? I can guarantee that you will have a prosperous life. Wealth.”

She was completely interested in Shade.

"This story is very long, I think I can tell it next time. In addition, I also want to know some of the current situation in the material world from you."

Shade said, looking at the thick fog outside the tower:

"I probably...I don't know when I can come back, but next time I come back, I will bring my paper with me."

He waved his hand, Miss Theresa looked at him doubtfully, and Miss Violet frowned:

"What are you going to do?"

"I guess I have to leave."

Shade turned and looked at the tower again:

"I can't stay in this place for too long. Now, I have to go back."

As they spoke, the two ladies saw the surrounding white mist sweeping towards the young and handsome man, wrapping him up like a giant cocoon.

"leave?"

Miss Teresa was startled and reached out to grab his arm, but found that her hand had passed through his body, as if passing through a phantom.

"Sure enough, you are not the same as us."

Miss Violet snorted. Although the Witch Emperor didn't know what Shade was, she at least understood his position:

"Next time you come here, remember to bring red wine. We consumed too much wine."

"No problem. I hope we can complete God's three tests in the end. By the way, Miss Violet, don't forget to pick up your hat."

He waved goodbye to the witches, and the white mist completely enveloped him, and the wind from an unknown source caused the mist to swirl around Shade.

Miss Theresa wanted to say something else, but when the rotating fog stopped and evenly dispersed in all directions, Shade, who was originally standing in front of the tower, had disappeared.

The young witch blinked:

"Your Majesty, what just happened was not an illusion, right?"

Miss Violet hesitated for a moment before nodding:

"I don't think so."

As he said that, he did not pick up his hat first, but pulled out the [Night Watchman] on the ground. Holding the hilt of the sword, he was suddenly startled, and it took him three seconds to recover.

"What's wrong?"

Miss Teresa was shocked when she saw the Witch Emperor looking at the sword in his hand hesitantly:

"I once told you that this sword can pass down the memories of the battles of heroes in the past."

"Yes."

"I have used this sword many times, but just now, when I touched it, I actually had a memory of fighting the undead. Yes, the overwhelming undead came from all directions. I saw someone using this sword. The ceremonial sword uses [solar rays] to sweep through the undead army. Although its power is not strong, its skill is indeed commendable."

"Are there too many strange things that happened today?"

Miss Teresa sighed softly. Miss Violet thought for a while and suddenly asked:

"Do you still remember the stories passed down from generation to generation by the students of the three major Qishu academies?"

"You mean those ridiculous academy legends?"

Miss Teresa nodded. She had not graduated yet and knew a lot about these stories:

"There are many stories. For example, some ancient witches are not dead but are sleeping somewhere."

"A pure lie, witches are also mortals, and mortals are mortal."

"If you violate the curfew at night, you will be caught by the college's disciplinary office and taken to the basement... for punishment."

"Young girls always like to think wildly. In fact, they are just taken to the observatory to enjoy the cold wind all night."

"The three major thaumaturgy academies all contain the secrets of God."

"Part of it is true, but it's just some forbidden knowledge."

"Cheating in exams will always be discovered, and no one will ever escape it."

"Of course someone has succeeded, I...go on."

The Witch Emperor blushed and skipped the topic.

"When a young witch is in danger, God will send a kind, brave, upright, beautiful lady with a great figure to save those kind-hearted girls."

Miss Teresa said, and Miss Violet sighed:

"Yes, that's it."

The former hesitated for a moment, with doubtful eyes:

"Isn't this the random thoughts of young girls in adolescence? I admit that I also thought about similar things when I was just entering school."

"Of course this is wild imagination, similar to those unclean storybooks circulated in the academy, but there is also a part of the truth, but the initial rumors are really appalling. I only heard this story when I visited St. Byrons. . The original statement was not about a lady with a great figure, but when a witch encounters a god and encounters difficulties, a strange man will appear from the fog and lend a helping hand."

Miss Violet paused and looked at the sword in her hand:

"Men are almost like excrement in our eyes, so the original legend was quickly distorted, and no one ever thought it was true..."

"Are we experiencing a true legend?"

The tenth grade witch asked in disbelief:

"If I use this experience to write a paper, maybe..."

"After leaving Lost Lake, you won't be able to save too many memories, and most of the records in your hands will be lost. But even if you still remember him, don't leave any records, yes, any records."

Miss Violet said with a serious face. Miss Theresa was stunned for a moment, then nodded reluctantly:

"Yes, aunt."

They are distant relatives.

"Go back, the road back to the camp is not easy. However, I am really curious about what kind of surprise that gentleman will bring when he comes back."

As she spoke, she waved to the hat on the ground, and the hat automatically flew into her hand. Suddenly he frowned again and asked Miss Teresa doubtfully:

"Speaking of which, why didn't we ask for his name?"