"Excuse me, what is the crystallization of wisdom?"
Shad asked softly, resisting the overwhelming pressure, feeling his head becoming increasingly numb.
The lake god said softly:
“The fruits of your wisdom. Maybe it’s a sentence, maybe it’s an article, maybe it’s a book, maybe it’s an invention. Bring your wisdom and prove your wisdom.”
“Require originality?”
Xia De asked again, and the god shook his head gently:
"In the Third Age, I once posed this test to a mortal, and the alchemist created a Philosopher's Stone on the spot. Yes, the Philosopher's Stone."
She looked at Shad.
"Oh~"
Shad heard Miss Theresa sighing.
“Ms. Violet, can you make the Philosopher’s Stone?”
Xia De then asked the Great Witch beside him, but she rolled her eyes at him and didn't answer at all. Then he asked Miss Theresa again, but she answered in a trembling voice before he could open his mouth:
"If I can make the Philosopher's Stone, do I still need to worry about my graduation thesis?"
What she said makes sense, but it also means that in addition to unique innovations, more difficult techniques can also be considered "crystallization of wisdom."
Since none of the three have the ability to rub the Philosopher's Stone with their hands, this visit can only end temporarily, and then return to the camp to think of a solution before responding to God's test.
Shade explained to the god that the three would be back soon, and the god smiled and indicated that they could leave.
Miss Theresa was still supported by Shade to get up. Although Miss Violet looked pale, she could still walk on her own. The great witch, who was almost unable to hold on, quickly walked out of the calm lake on the first floor of the tower with Shade.
After the door closed automatically, Miss Violet gasped and grabbed Shade's other arm. It took her a long time to recover.
When she raised her head again, she felt that the hair on her forehead was stuck to her skin by sweat. She wanted to pay attention to her companions, but she found that Xia De looked fine except for the blood on his face that had not been wiped clean:
"Are you really human?"
The Witch Queen prided herself on being well-informed, but the experience in just half an hour still left her greatly shocked.
Xia De calculated the time, he was about to leave:
"Just now you were only doubting my gender, but now you're doubting my race?"
"The watchman at your feet can only confirm that you are not an evil being, but cannot assume your race."
The witch, who had recovered a little, said that Shade didn't want to talk too much about this topic. He really didn't have time:
“What should I do about God’s test?”
"Let's go back to the camp and check what we have. This is terrible. I didn't expect to encounter this situation before coming to Lost Lake. I thought God's test would be a puzzle or a duel..."
Miss Violet said, and Miss Theresa nodded and said to Shade:
"Sir, I won't say much to thank you. Your performance just now was really surprising. Please tell me what you think."
"If I want to show my personal wisdom, and it must be the fruit of wisdom, I think I can write a paper or make an invention that has never been made 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 must be innovative. Even if it overlaps with the work of predecessors, it must have its own innovative points."
Miss Violet thought for a moment.
"I'm afraid the baggage we carry is not the fruit of our own wisdom, so let's each try something. I plan to improve the potion. The basic potion 'Fire Resistance Potion' has appeared in at least 7 revisions. I will try to see if there is an eighth direction of improvement."
"I just happen to be writing my graduation thesis, so I'll finish the third chapter here first."
Miss Theresa hesitated for a moment before speaking.
"Why Chapter 3?"
Xia De asked curiously. Miss Theresa let go of Xia De'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 involves valuable content."
After what happened just now, her attitude towards Xia De was obviously better:
"I originally thought that I could leave the college and have adventures outside, which gave me a good reason to postpone the writing time. I didn't expect that I would end up writing the paper in such a terrible environment without a desk. If I had known this would happen, I would rather stay in the college and write the paper in my single dormitory, looking at the sea view outside the window. After this trip, I will definitely be laughed at by my supervisor."
Violet seemed amused. She looked at Shade again.
"You seem to have your own ideas, too?"
"Yes, I plan to write a paper on advanced mathematics, but I still need to think about the specific content."
"Advanced mathematics? I didn't expect you to be a scholar."
The Great Witch was more and more surprised at Shade:
"However, I would like to know your past story first. Just now you said that you have visited the gods many times, and it turns out that you were not lying. After leaving Lost Lake, are you interested in visiting me? I can guarantee that you will have a life of wealth and glory."
She was completely interested in Xia De.
"This story is very long. I think we can tell it next time. In addition, I also want to learn from you about the current situation in the material world."
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 thesis with me."
He waved his hand. Miss Theresa looked at him in confusion, while Miss Violet frowned and said:
"What are you going to do?"
"I guess I have to leave."
Xia De 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 were talking, the two ladies saw the white mist sweeping towards the young and handsome man, wrapping him up like a giant cocoon.
"leave?"
Miss Theresa was startled and reached out to grab his arm, but found that her hand passed through his body as if passing through a phantom.
"Sure enough, you are different from us."
Violet snorted. Although the Witch Queen didn’t know what Shade was, she at least understood his position:
"Next time you come, remember to bring some wine. We consumed too much alcohol."
“No problem. I hope we can finally complete the three tests of God. 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. The wind from unknown source made the mist swirl around Shade.
Miss Theresa wanted to say something, but when the swirling fog stopped and dispersed evenly in all directions, Shad, who was originally standing in front of the tower, had disappeared.
The young witch blinked:
"Your Majesty, what just happened shouldn't be an illusion, right?"
Miss Violet hesitated for a moment before nodding:
"I think it shouldn't be."
As he said this, he did not pick up his hat first, but pulled out the Night Watchman on the ground. He was holding the hilt of the sword and was suddenly startled, and it took him three full seconds to recover.
"What's wrong?"
Miss Theresa was startled, but saw the Witch Emperor looking at the sword in her hand hesitantly:
"I once told you that this sword could pass on the battle memories of past heroes."
"Yes."
"I have used this sword many times, but just now, when I touched it, I had a memory of fighting the undead. Yes, the undead were overwhelming, coming from all directions. I saw someone use this ritual sword to sweep the undead army with sunlight rays. Although the power is not strong, the skill is indeed commendable."
"Are there too many strange things happening today?"
Miss Theresa sighed softly. Miss Violet thought for a moment and suddenly asked:
"Do you still remember the stories that have been passed down from generation to generation by students of the Three Great Book Academies?"
"You mean those absurd college legends?"
Miss Theresa nodded. She hadn't graduated yet, so she knew a lot about these stories:
"There are many stories. For example, some ancient witches are not dead but sleeping somewhere."
"It's a pure lie. Witches are also mortals, and mortals will die one day."
"If you violate curfew at night, you will be caught by the college's disciplinary department and taken to the basement... for punishment."
"Young girls always like to have wild thoughts. In fact, they were just taken to the observatory to blow the cold wind all night."
"The three great schools of thaumaturgy all contain the secrets of God."
"It's partly true, but it's also just some forbidden knowledge."
"Cheating in exams will always be discovered. No one has ever escaped."
"Of course someone has succeeded. I... continue."
The Witch Queen blushed and skipped the topic.
"When young witches are in danger, God will send a kind, brave, upright, beautiful lady with a great figure to save those kind-hearted girls."
Miss Theresa said, and Miss Violet sighed:
"Yes, that's it."
The former hesitated for a moment, his eyes puzzled:
"Isn't this just the wild thoughts of young girls during puberty? I admit that I also thought about similar things when I was just entering school."
"Of course this is just a fantasy, similar to those dirty storybooks circulating in the academy, but there is some truth in it, it's just that the original rumor was really horrifying. I only heard this story when I visited St. Byrons. The original version was not about a lady with a great figure, but when a witch encountered a god and got into trouble, a strange man would appear from the fog and lend a hand."
Violet paused for a moment and looked at the sword in her hand.
"In our eyes, men are no different from excrement, 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 write a paper based on this experience, maybe..."
"After leaving Lost Lake, you won't be able to keep 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 expression. Miss Theresa was stunned for a moment, then nodded reluctantly:
"Yes, aunt."
They are distant relatives.
"Let's go back. The road back to the camp is not easy. However, I am really curious about what kind of surprises that gentleman will bring when he returns."
As she spoke, she waved at the hat on the ground, and the hat automatically flew into her hand. Suddenly, she frowned again and asked Miss Theresa in confusion:
"Come to think of it, why didn't we ask for his name?"