[WP] Chapter 45, Professors of Saint Byrons

[WP] Chapter 45, Professors of Saint Byrons

No casting materials are needed to use [Silver Moon Slash], only light marks need to be drawn in the air with limbs. The silver light marks can be cut forward to play the attack form.

Before midnight, Shade tried many times in the room with the curtains drawn, making light marks appear one after another, and then letting the light marks cut forward. He was very excited. Although he had tried telekinesis, blood echo, and light magic before, [Silver Moon Slash] was in line with his imagination of "power" and "mystery.".

Unfortunately, Shade was just a beginner, and his understanding of the [Silver Moon] element rune was not deep, and his spirit was very little, so those light marks could not even leave obvious marks on the wall.

But if he just wants to hurt the fragile human body, it should be enough at close range.

Although this magic is temporarily mediocre, the light mark left in the air is extremely beautiful, even more, elegant and noble than the form recorded in the book, which attracted the curious orange cat, Mia.

Of course, the above four magics from the course are only provided free of charge by the academy. If Shade wants to get more magic from the academy, he can go to the library to check and then pay to get the knowledge of those magics.

Each professor also has different collections of magic and spells. Getting high scores in their courses is also a way to get free magic and spells.

Regarding the magic and spells of the academy, Dr. Schneider believes that the library's price is unreasonable and is the academy's "exploitation" of correspondence students.

Instead of buying at the academy, Shade might as well buy from the same group and local ring wizards. The academy is only a channel for obtaining rare magic and spells.

But no matter what, the stranger has completely stepped into the mysterious and extraordinary door of the strange steam age.

The stranger summed up his current situation and found that what he lacked most was not time or experience but gold pounds. So he became more determined to run this detective agency, which was the best way to make money he could touch at present.

"Earn gold pounds by commissioning, and then obtain knowledge from Saint Byrons. Obtain the four-element runes and continue to advance. Even if I can't go back, I must witness this mysterious and magnificent world."

Because he has his own house, Shade has no longer been depressed in the past few days.

As for copying books from the past world or using the knowledge of the past world to make profits in the Steam age, these will have to wait until he has a firm foothold here and has more power before he can make detailed plans.

The whole day was spent playing with cats and reading books. Even if Shade, who has mastered the first magic, has no income today, he is still very happy.

So it was the night of that day. Seeing that the clock showed that it was already eleven o'clock, Shade first locked the nocturnal orange cat Mia in the bedroom and then moved the coffee table and sofa to make room.

Place the four chairs beside the dining table in the living room, strictly correct the direction with a compass, and finally fill a basin with water and place it in the middle of the four chairs.

He changed into the only formal suit in the closet, closed the curtains, and adjusted the gas lamp in the living room to a slightly illuminated warm yellow state.

Then he sat on the chair facing north, holding a match in one hand and a scroll of elective course lists in the other. Staring at the clock, he finally turned to the position close to noon and quickly drew the match on the armrest of the chair.

Because of the excessive force, the match broke in the middle. Shade was slightly startled and immediately took out a match from the matchbox on his knees.

The matches of this era were not safety matches, and there was no rough area on the side of the matchbox for sliding. It is common practice to take out a match and light it on the ground, the sole of the shoe, or the wall.

The second match was finally lit successfully. Shade looked up at the clock and immediately ignited the scroll after hearing the first bell. The parchment scroll was almost lit at once. Seeing the flames appear, he immediately threw the scroll into the water in front of him.

Although he had been prepared for a long time, Shade was still a little surprised when he saw the scroll in the water turn into blue light scattered in the basin.

"What is this?"

He thought in his heart, and the voice of the woman in his mind unexpectedly spoke:

[It is not magic or spells, but more ancient mystical power. This is some kind of ritual.]

"Ritual?"

Without waiting for further explanation, he saw that the whole basin of water began to radiate light. At this moment, the wind blew in the room with the windows closed. In those winds, three beams of light were projected from the basin to the east, west, and south, respectively.

Then, three blue transparent human bodies gradually became clear from blurry and appeared on the chairs prepared by Shade. Shade even saw characters moving in their transparent bodies, but even interpreting one of them gave him a headache, so he learned the lesson of [Dark Box] and did not maintain that kind of strong curiosity.

The appearance of the three people made the room suddenly cold.

Sitting opposite Shade in the south was an old man wearing round-framed glasses. He was wearing a formal black suit and was even taller than Shade. A pocket watch chain stretched out of his chest pocket and tied to the button on his chest:

"Vice Dean of St. Byron's Comprehensive College, Director of the Student Management Office, Professor Hames Sanchez of the School of Library Management."

Professor Sanchez introduced himself in very standard Delarian language and nodded slightly to Shade.

This name is the signature name given in the message, and it is this person who made an appointment with Shade in this way.

The man sitting on the eastern chair is a middle-aged man who looks to be in his forties, thin but with a resolute expression. He is wearing the same black suit with a white shirt, and the school emblem of Byron's Comprehensive College is on the buttons of his cuffs, and the books are locked with chains.

His ears seem to be a little pointed, different from normal people.

"Vice Dean of the School of History, Professor Hesenger Garcia."

His Delarian language is not as good as Professor Sanchez's. In today's world, Southern Carsenrick and Delarian languages are in common use. Perhaps this Professor Garcia was originally from the south.

The last person sitting on the western chair is a beautiful curly-haired lady in her thirties. She wears a monocle on her right eye, a common blue lady clerk's uniform, and holds a writing board and a pen in her hands.

Nodding to Shade very friendly, not as serious as the two professors:

"I am Lux Jones from the college secretariat. According to regulations, when college professors communicate with correspondence ring wizards in non-teaching situations, the secretariat must record the conversation and archive it. This is to protect you and the secrets of St. Byron."

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

After a little surprise, Shade said politely to the three transparent figures. He wondered if this ritual was similar to the principle of a projector. The cold atmosphere at this moment showed that perhaps the original purpose of the ritual was not to hold a remote meeting.

(End of this chapter)