Uriel only had time to write the last word before Gissing took away the test sheet. He began to feel that something was wrong. "I thought there were still two minutes?"
"You came two minutes late." Jising reminded, "The training class is delayed, isn't it?"
"My instructor arranged a practical test for me, and I went to the infirmary after class..." The doctor in the logistics department has excellent medical magic, and most of his time is wasted on the road.
"There will be another time, it's okay." Xiao said as he packed his things. He had so many miscellaneous items that his pockets could no longer hold them. "Where do you want to have dinner?"
"I've eaten it." The apprentice found that he was gradually getting used to the taste of the alchemy potion. "I plan to go to the library later."
"Then I'll go too. I happen to have a few borrowed books to return."
Climbing the stairs was a lot of exercise, so Uriel simply asked Xiao to go to the restaurant to find some food. But to his surprise, Xiao brought him pepper-flavored pie and a jar of magic drink. "It tastes pretty good," he assured his apprentice.
"There are bugs in it." The jar is made of glass.
"Oh, it doesn't matter, they will fly away on their own after opening."
As if I was worried about eating bugs. "I haven't had a good appetite recently." The apprentice thought hard about a reason for refusal.
"It's a hot drink, you can try it."
“It’s not about hot drinks!”
Xiao looked at the jar suspiciously, then at him. He looked relieved. "You probably don't know, but this thing is 'Ginkgo Bath Water' and it's very popular."
"?" Uriel thought for a moment, "So those bugs are actually fruits?"
"No, they are white fruit flies." Seeing the apprentice's expression gradually collapse, Xiao almost laughed. Fortunately, he held back, otherwise the sound would have spread from the stairwell to the conference hall on the top floor.
"Do you think this explanation would make people want to drink it?!"
"The white fruit fly is a mysterious creature." Xiao said with a serious face, "It only feeds on white fruits, so its wings are also white."
What the hell is the causal relationship between the two? But Uriel probably realized his problem. "Even if its bath water is harmless," he told his classmates, "I can't drink it."
"All the healing potions provided by the infirmary contain this ingredient, man." Xiao patted the apprentice on the shoulder. "It's nothing special to taste it alone. This is the only medical drink that can be compared with the sedative of Cicada. To be honest, Uriel, it would be a pity not to drink it."
"..."
"You are not allowed to bring food and water to the library." Uriel said sincerely, "So please go and throw them away."
…
The three apprentices gathered in a corner of the library, muttering from time to time. They were surrounding a Frisbee-shaped round platform, holding a charcoal pencil at the same time. From a distance, the movements of the three of them seemed to be snatching, but their arms did not exert any force at all.
"What are those people doing?" Uriel couldn't help but ask.
Xiao didn't even look up. "Maybe it's homework. I heard that when you learn about divination by spiritual objects, most of the tutor's homework is very strange. Pens and glass beads are fine, but how can you tell divination without washing socks? Huh? The answer you want to get is how many people can you stun?"
"...Must it be unwashed?"
"Definitely. The best objects for spiritual divination are old things, and once such objects are magically washed or repaired, the marks left on them will be eliminated. Could it be that you wash them by hand?"
of course not. He had no choice. Training sessions exhausted him every day, and astrology classes always took up most of his evening time. Uriel would be left behind if he persisted in a mortal way of life.
The socks reminded the apprentice subconsciously of the locker room on the side of the training field, an environment so bad that only Eastman's soup kitchen could rival it. Except for Joey, he had never seen anyone who could not sweat after a strenuous training session. Uriel could not imagine how Mr. Oswide would react if his socks were used for divination. Maybe he would think it was some kind of spoiled alchemical potion...
He quickly changed the subject: "Then when will we learn?"
"Before the Frost Moon. Spirit divination is dangerous. It's best not to try it yourself before systematically studying it." Xiao just finished transcribing a paragraph and was looking up for his measuring stick. "Even homework must be done in a special laboratory or library. The laboratory has protective measures, and the library is monitored by mystics. Look at those idiots, they chose charcoal. This is the medium most prone to accidents. one."
"Why?" Most apprentices are just mortals.
"Magic will resolutely carry out your instructions. Spiritual divination relies on the mystery of the item itself, and the magic comes from the roulette wheel underneath." Xiao told him that this thing is a mysterious item that assists the apprentices in their experiments. It is found all over the tower. All. Members of the maintenance department will replenish their magic power regularly. "Bixian is difficult to control, and they will most likely be unlucky." He concluded.
Sauron didn't tell him this, maybe because he thought he wouldn't need it. Uriel stared at the steady stream of magic ripples near the turntable. "Something's wrong. That pen keeps spinning. What are they divining?"
"We'd better stay away," Xiao said. "Mr. Oswald has been awakened."
Uriel's astrology tutor has always been in charge of the library, and everyone speaks softly and dare not make any noise. Because old astrologers will give profound lessons to those chattering apprentices.
"Do you want the charcoal to penetrate the roulette wheel?" Oswide asked softly, "What exactly are you trying to divine?"
One apprentice was so frightened that he couldn't say a word. The other two looked at each other, and the one in front answered: "It's Safo. He asked Bixian how many turns he could make."
As soon as they finished speaking, there was a sudden cracking sound of the building tearing apart above their heads. This was followed by loud noises and screams. When Uriel poked his head out from behind the bookshelf, he only saw a puff of smoke.
"Seven hundred and forty laps." Xiao got up from the floor where the aftershocks were faint.
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