Princess Ophelia

  After the first class of elf Academy, almost all the students have to transfer...

  All the corridors and corridors were crowded with students, and the young elves gathered together to talk about endless topics.

  Roy and Claire are also part of the thousands of transfers. Roy's second class today is elf modern history, and Claire's is poetry. The classrooms they take classes in happen to be in the same teaching building, so they stop by...

  The two of them talked while walking. Roy was still a little unnatural when walking, and there were always bursts of pain from the scratches on his back. He almost just watched from the side during the martial skill training class, and even his walking was greatly affected. .

  Claire said that the life potion had a certain analgesic effect and would make her feel better if she drank it, but Roy thought it would be better to save the bottle of life potion.

  He planned to finish taking the modern history course, then take a long carriage to the temple and ask Jasper or Abbot to treat him.

  As for the reason for not looking for High Priest Reed, Priest Anderson and Priest Theodore, it is because recently, it is difficult for the priests to obtain Holy Light Power. Priests usually use holy light power more often.

  Even Claire felt that Roy was really a little greedy. He was targeted by a naga and instead of hiding at home or in the temple, he actually went to the Academy to take classes.

  Seeing that there were so many bandages on him, she couldn't even put her hands on his shoulders, Claire was frened, but this guy didn't want to accept her kindness, and he refused to take the bottle of Life Tree juice...

  "Roy, aren't you worried that the Naga killer will keep coming?"

  "As long as I don't go to the beach, I'm still sure."

  Roy said confidently.

  He didn't say what he was sure of doing, but Claire thought he meant he was sure of escaping.

  Roy held a thick elf Modern History in one hand. This book was very heavy. He stopped and moved the book towards his armpit.

  "I'm going to set some traps," Roy said.

  What he was thinking of was the ground thorn. The tail of this Naga killer was like a moray eel. It not only had tenacious scales the size of an egg, but also had a dark gray scissor-shaped tail fin at the end. It swam like a snake, leaving a trail on the ground. Water damage.

  He had read in some miscellaneous books that when some snake hunters caught big pythons, they would insert some sharp blades at the entrance of the snake cave and along the snake path. When the python crawled over these blades, the soft abdomen would be pinched. Cut open.

  Roy is also preparing to set up such a trap at his doorstep.

  If the Naga killer dared to come to his door, Roy would be ready to lead him to the ground spike trap.

  The fog at the seaside is very heavy. The elf Academy is halfway up the mountain. The bright sunshine has already filled the entire campus. Looking towards the distant sea from here, it feels like being in the Immortal Realm.

  The warm sunshine always makes people feel lazy.

  Roy ignored the scratches on his body, stood on the steps, stretched out his arms, and said with an indifferent expression:

  "Actually, it doesn't matter even if... I just wake up from a dream and go home."

  "..."

  Claire was speechless.

  The life of every Silvermoon Elf is extremely precious, and they have immense love and respect for life.

  "What are you thinking...I can't understand it!"

  Claire said standing behind Roy.

  Roy laughed, but did not continue to explain. He had never said these words to other elf.

  The two of them walked down the steps and walked inside along a curved corridor. In front of them was the west door of the Three Sects building.

  "At first you planned to be in a group with me, just to avoid being in a group with Steve and being punished by him when you were training for martial skill. But now you have made a big fuss and even ended up in the arena. Claire, you are so stupid. Are you going to fight Steve in the arena?"

  Speaking of this, Roy is still a little sorry.

  Claire and Steve got into a fight in the arena, which had something to do with him.

  When he first met Claire, Roy felt that although Claire was gentle and gentle, her delicate and pretty face was a bit too feminine and lacked a bit of courage and recklessness.

  It is precisely because Claire's unfathomable mystery draws him into the 'gratitude between Claire and Steve' that Roy wants to make Claire 'brave'.

  So I dragged him to the street and started fighting like a hooligan.

  didn't expect Claire is really tenacious...

  Claire and Roy walked side by side and laughed indifferently before saying:

  "When we were on the street, there were so many of them fighting with us, and we were fighting as two people. Now the location has changed to the arena, and of course it's still the two of us..."

  Roy was stunned for a moment before agreeing:

  "...All right!"

  Claire looked at Roy walking in front:

  Although Roy's personality and work style are a bit eccentric, and he seems to be a little out of tune with the Silvermoon Elfs, his unyielding spirit is very contagious, and it is always easy to change with unnoticeable influence around him...

  He quickly took two or three steps, followed along:

  "Roy, I remember you were studying literature and history?"

  Roy patted the thick book in his arms and said without any concealment:

  "That's right, the modern history of Silvermoon Elf!" Roy said.

  Claire immediately asked curiously:

  "Then have you ever met Jonah Ophelia, Her Highness the Princess?"

  Roy glanced at Claire and realized that he had no intention of explaining who Princess Jonah Ophelia was, so he asked:

  "This Her Highness the Princess is also a student of this class of elf Academy?"

  Claire stopped and looked towards Roy with a strange expression:

  "Her Highness the Princess is the teacher here...Have you never heard of her name?"

  Roy gave a look of 'Do I even know?' 'The appearance...

  After receiving the affirmative reply from Claire's eyes, he said with some embarrassment:

  "I usually don't pay much attention to the affairs of the elf's upper class, so I didn't know about this. Are you saying... the teacher of Silvermoon Elf's modern history is Her Highness the Princess?"

  Claire was immediately nodded.

  "She is the most beautiful Silvermoon Elf in Castleton City. If the quota hadn't been fully booked during registration, I would have also studied Elf Modern History. That's the bad thing about Academy. Each course has a maximum number of students." Claire complained.

  Roy recalled the experience of these two elf modern history classes.

  In fact, the learning experience was poor.

  The two of them stood on the steps connecting the cloister and the west door of the teaching building.

  There was a lot of people here, so Roy and Claire stopped and followed the crowd inside at the edge of the steps.

  "Her Highness the Princess may be as outstanding in appearance as you said, but her teaching skills are average."

  Roy lowered his voice and said:

  "I didn't know she was Her Highness the Princess before, so my evaluation of her is: she taught the course simply according to the textbook. From the beginning to the end of the class, she was the only one standing on the podium and talking. ...If this counts as class, then it would be better to give each of us a book and let us sit quietly in the library and study by ourselves..."

  Claire listened with astonishment.

  Walking out of the corridor and entering the teaching building, the footsteps going up the stairs were noisy. Those messy footsteps drowned out the voices of the two people talking...

  It's just that the two of them simply didn't notice that behind the bush wall connecting the west door and the curved corridor, Princess Jonah Ophelia, a lecturer in elf modern history, was sitting on a bench inside.

  The area separated here is like a small garden, which can not only block out most of the noise, but is also an excellent place to rest before class.

  There was also a sword guard standing beside Princess Jonah Ophelia.

  The young guard heard that there was an elf talking about Princess Ophelia in the corridor outside, so he chased her out.

  "stop!"

  Princess Jonah Ophelia was holding a book, her eyes didn't seem to leave the page, but her tone was unquestionable.

  "Her Highness the Princess…"

  Princess Jonah Ophelia closed the history book in her hand and said calmly:

  "They were just chatting casually, and they didn't say anything wrong..."

  The guard was a little indignant, and his chest armor was rising and falling violently with his breathing.

  "But they have offended you!" said the guard.

  Princess Jonah Ophelia turned towards the young Silvermoon Elf guard and glanced at her, "Maybe he is right, I should change this boring teaching habit."

  Roy didn't expect that Princess Jonah Ophelia happened to hear him and Claire chatting while walking.

  When we arrived at the lecture theater, it was overcrowded again. Some elves holding books were waiting at the door of the classroom.

  Two teaching assistants were checking the students who had not signed up for this course in the classroom. Some clever students began to sneak away. Roy sat down in the corner until enough seats were available in the lecture theater.

  The class bell rang, and the two teaching assistants quickly slipped out of the back door of the lecture theater, and the noisy lecture theater became silent.

  Sunlight shines through the glass into the lecture theater, and the elves sitting in the sun are particularly conspicuous...

  Princess Jonah Ophelia walked in from outside. She was wearing a tube top white silk dress today, and her two ivory-white arms were holding a book.

  Walking up to the podium, she looked at the two hundred students in the lecture theater and pursed her red lips.

  This was the first time she took a serious look at every ELF student in the seat. Time seemed to have stopped in this brief moment, and the classroom became absolute silence.

  Probably because of Princess' aura, Roy found that her past arrogance, coldness, and unreasonableness seemed understandable.

  She was indeed as Claire said, when she stood on the stage, she was dazzling like a magnificent and flawless gem.

  Her blue eyes looked around the crowd, and Princess Ophelia did not see the student with a somewhat special appearance.

  She did not give a scripted lecture, but stood quietly on the podium and said:

  "For me, the modern history of Silvermoon Elf may be like the natural numbers between 0 and 100, which can be counted naturally from the mouth. Perhaps it is because I have overlooked a fundamental reason. Although everyone lives in the country of elf, but I don't know much about the modern history of ELF, so my dictation and writing on the blackboard in class are like retelling this textbook. Now everyone should seriously think about which teaching model can be faster and better. Have you learned this knowledge?"

  "..."

  The elf students in the lecture theater don't know what to do…

  Isn't this what until now looks like?

  How do you say that change will happen?

  "I hope everyone can come to the next class with the answer to this question. Let's start class now!"

  Princess Ophelia once again opened the history book and began to tell the important historical events on the eastern continent during the period when the ELF dynasty finally came to an end.

  (End of chapter)