Miss Danister nodded, agreeing with the old professor's point of view. After the two talked, she thanked the half-elf girl who brought them hot tea. She was an eighth-grade student she brought with her as an assistant in this operation.
There was no moon tonight, but it was not quiet at all. According to the tradition of the Randall River Valley, this was already the first night of early spring, and the turmoil of this night had just begun.
The sorceress looked at the bonfire in front of her:
"It's very interesting that the Moon Goddesses that have descended into the material world since ancient times are all female. I can vouch for the accuracy of this record myself. After all, most of the librarians of Saint Byrons have the power of the moon. Therefore, the possibility that the summoner who can call upon the power of the Moon Goddess is a woman is much greater than the possibility that it is a man."
Professor Bell smiled and shook his head:
"If we infer according to the legends and prophecies, then the God-Caller should actually be a binary person with several non-human bloodlines, proficient in mathematics and physics, with mild paranoid psychosis, extremely chaotic private life, sleeping in a cemetery every night, and liking to walk cats without a leash after dinner... In other words, a complete lunatic."
“Maybe, there really are such people.”
Miss Danister said that the thirteenth ring warlock was well-informed and believed that all kinds of people could exist in this world. Unfortunately, even if all the unreliable inferences above were accepted, the caller of the gods was still not found according to this standard.
As they were talking, there was another neighing sound coming from the distance in Tahiti, but it sounded like the neighing of horses.
Professor Bell glanced at the compass in his hand:
"This time it's not a fossil from the ground, it's a relic... a sage-level relic of a horse and sheep that shook the earth."
"I remember it was a monster with one head of a horse and the other head of a sheep, and no buttocks? How could such a thing appear?"
Miss Danister was about to stand up, but Professor Bell got there first:
"To the east of the camp are the outer troop dispatched by the Church of Nature. They are very good at dealing with living creatures like this. I will go and help them. You can rest here. There may be dangers that we cannot deal with soon."
So Miss Danister watched her leave. The sorceress was not idle either. She wanted to get up and go to the small tent in the camp to communicate with the principal, Professor Pigman, and report the news that the Randall flower had bloomed.
But at this moment, she found that the dark grass she was facing shook unnaturally for a few times. Then, a pitiful-looking orange and white kitten appeared as if thrown out by someone.
The cat shivered, looked around, and then dived into the snow and grass again.
"A very familiar cat."
The sorceress muttered to herself, and then she remembered that this cat had appeared when she visited No. 6 St. Teresa's Square and when her students went to the academy to receive medals. Even if she didn't have the photographic memory of a thirteen-ring sorcerer, it would be difficult to forget a cat with such an outstanding appearance.
"There seems to be something going on over there. I'll go take a look."
So she said to the Twelve Rings Sorceress of the Peace Church beside her, who looked hesitantly in the direction of the bushes:
"What's going on over there? Professor, do you need me to come with you?"
"No need, you stay here to guard the camp, there seems to be..."
Miss Danister paused:
"Ancient evil beasts are roaming around, I can handle them alone."
So she left the camp and headed in the direction where the cat had just appeared. The flying snow could not touch her, and there were no footprints left on the snow behind her.
The nearby area had just been "cleaned up". Before the "crazy land" was temporarily connected nearby, there should be no dangerous enemies appearing near the camp in the short term. Therefore, after Miss Danister left the camp, she did not look around nervously.
She walked less than fifty steps in the opposite direction of the burning forest when she heard noises coming from the bushes again. After stopping, she saw her student Shad Hamilton, holding the pitiful cat, crawling out of the bushes.
"When we met at the Plenty Land Inn, you said that you would not suddenly emerge from the bushes (Chapter 1399). It is not a good habit to deceive your teacher."
The sorceress pointed this out with interest, and looked Shade up and down:
"And I'm curious as to why you brought your pet cat with you."
"To prove that I am really me, not a replica of a weird relic, nor resurrected by the earth after death, nor made of clay or stone."
Shade said seriously, stuffing the cat, who was unhappy because his little paw touched the ground, into his coat. He patted the snowflakes on his shoulder:
"Good evening, Miss Danister."
"Good evening. You have surprised me again, because I found that I was not surprised to see you at this time and place."
Miss Danister raised her eyebrows and cast a spell to block the sound transmission in this area:
"Even if I can pretend that you don't think you have anything to do with the Chosen One, you still have to explain to me how you managed to get here despite all the dangers outside the city. It can't be that you were very lucky and didn't encounter any enemies along the way, right?"
"A friend sent me here."
Shade pointed in the direction behind him, so Miss Danister looked in that direction and saw a tall lady standing not far away with her back to her. Although the other party was deliberately reducing her presence and there was also an anti-spying magic at work, she still saw that she was a high-level sorcerer.
It was actually Miss Sylvia, who brought Shad with her and came here from the city in half an hour.
"Although I've heard that your charm is enough to charm a duchess from the Northern Kingdom, I didn't expect that you could even charm a high-level sorceress from the Southern Kingdom."
Miss Danister was just joking, but she didn't expect to see the unnatural expression on Shade's face:
"Wait a minute, you two are not really in that kind of relationship... Oh, Xia De, my student, I want to remind you that your future is limitless. There is no need to rely on women for the sake of immediate benefits."
"Ahem, actually it's just that lady who wanted me to be her apprentice."
Xia De said hurriedly, fearing to hear more exaggerated words:
"Ms. Danister, I'm actually here to ask for help. Do you have a way to contact the academy immediately? I want to meet a student from the academy, the elf, Miss Emilia Sienold."
"Sounds familiar... the librarian's assistant you helped me choose, the one with the nice handwriting?"
Miss Danister asked, and when Shade nodded, she continued to ask curiously:
"Since you asked me for help, and at such a strange time and place, even though I am your teacher and I don't usually care about you, I have to ask you clearly why you did this."
"Um... ... "
Of course, he couldn't tell anyone about this. The secret of time travel is still only known to the girls around Shade and a few witches. Besides, even if he really wanted to tell it, the story would be too long:
"Can you not tell me?"
The sorceress shook her head:
"Of course not. It has something to do with the academy. I have to care about it."
Shade pursed his lips and began to take things out of his pocket. Miss Danister was not worried that he would pull out a gun and point it at her, and Shade certainly would not do that:
"This is for you. Please help me contact Miss Emilia Sienord."
The box was opened, and the Sage-level relic, the Source of Chaos, was inside. The confusing yellow moonlight even made the thirteenth-ring warlock's eyes a little blurry:
"You'd rather give this to me than tell me the secret? Well, I see your determination. Put away your relics. I'll help you this time. After all, I'm your teacher... But you have to promise that this matter will not have any negative impact on Saint Byrons, and I want to observe your communication."
Xia De nodded:
"no problem."
So Miss Danister nodded, and then looked at the bead that Shade was holding suspiciously:
"Wait a minute, you didn't take out this relic specifically to confuse my mind, did you? You know the power of this relic, it can even affect the thirteenth ring warlock."
Of course not. Shade really wanted to rescue Fiona even if it meant paying with this relic.
So, the underage pointy-eared elf girl who was sleeping soundly in her tree house dormitory with her unicorn doll in her arms was awakened by a knock on the door on this ordinary night for her.
St. Byrons Comprehensive College occupies a large area in the far north, and the accommodation conditions of the student dormitories are also very good. When allocating dormitories, the elves prefer the three dormitory areas of "Forest of Trees", "Sacred Tree Grassland" and "Valley Woodland", and the elf girl Emilia lives in the former, which is a double dormitory room with wooden beds placed on both sides of the round tree house, and log tables, chairs and wall decorations, which also suit the preferences of the elves.
After the door was knocked, the gas lamp in the room was lit. When the two sleepy elf girls saw that the person standing at the door was Miss Lux Jones from the Student Affairs Office, they were all awakened by fright.
One of the most long-running jokes in St. Byron's is that "the happiest thing is actually very simple. That is when someone knocks on the door in the middle of the night. When I open the door, the secretary of the student administration office tells me, 'The professor has been summoned.' And I say, 'You are wrong. The person you are looking for lives next door.'"
The secretary of the Student Affairs Office who suddenly came to the door at night, and who came after the lights were turned off, was more terrifying than the evil spirits and demons in the legendary Third Age.
After all, evil spirits and demons won't necessarily cause people to repeat a grade, be put in solitary confinement, or even be expelled, but the secretaries in the student administration office can.
"It's not for me! It's not for me!"
Emilia, who was holding the unicorn doll, muttered quickly in her heart, and then she saw that the look in her roommate, her good friend from the Wind Chaser clan, was so familiar, as if it was the same look in her own mirror at this moment.