Chapter 338

Chapter 338: Ruins of the Observatory

At the Temple Academy, in the Sunlit Hall.

On the high platform in front of the hall, a poetry performance was taking place. Below, students dressed in black and white uniforms were seated. Among them was Lolan Hill, but she wasn’t paying attention to the performance. Instead, she was lost in thought, recalling the scene she had witnessed yesterday.

“Lohil, Lohil?” A tall student stood beside Lolan Hill, asking her.

Unbeknownst to her, the performance had ended, and most of the students had begun to leave. Only the young lady remained seated.

“Sorry, sorry. I was thinking about something. Is there something you need?” Lolan Hill stood up, looking at her classmate, Ingrid, who had wavy golden shoulder-length hair.

“It’s nothing. I just noticed you hadn’t risen yet, so I asked out of concern,” Ingrid said. She was tall and strong, clearly someone who exercised regularly.

Extraordinary beings generally didn’t pursue physical training specifically because it wasn’t efficient. Using magic to stimulate and guide muscles and strength produced results hundreds of times better. Regular sparring with others was usually enough to adapt quickly.

“I apologize for causing worry,” Lolan Hill replied softly.

Ingrid and Lolan Hill walked side by side through the aisle, leaving the hall with the flow of people. As they walked, they began to chat.

“Are you from the Holy Land?” Lolan Hill asked, somewhat surprised and curious.

“Yes, did you feel disappointed? I’m not the kind of cute priestess,” Ingrid joked.

“Not really.”

Lolan Hill took a closer look at Ingrid. To be honest, Ingrid wasn’t unattractive; in fact, she could be considered quite beautiful. However, she wasn’t the delicate type of girl but rather a free-spirited, rugged, and bold woman. In her past life, such women were also popular, but the current风气in the Ivar World still leaned towards conservatism, favoring traditional, classical girls.

“What do you usually like to do, Lohil? I see you often miss classes, and many classmates are worried about you,” Ingrid said, referring to rumors circulating among the students. This was information that had been passed around since Lohil’s first year. The gist was that Lohil was not in good health and needed frequent rest, hoping everyone would be considerate and take care of her.

Originally, Lolan Hill was already a particularly beautiful girl, and with this rumor about her being frail, she became even more endearing. No wonder Ingrid had come over to ask when she noticed she hadn’t risen.

“As for me, I prefer reading books and sometimes making things myself,” Lolan Hill answered.

From the heart.

  ”Not bad at all. Personally, I feel very tired and sleepy just looking at those densely written ancient texts,” Inger replied carefree.

  ”Lohil, would you be interested in joining the academy choir? I noticed your voice is quite good, and the choir members are numerous. It would make things livelier,”

  ”But I don’t have much time; I might not be able to attend often. That wouldn’t be fair to the other students,” Lolan Hill gently shook her head. She wasn’t averse to it, but she had many tasks recently.

  ”I see. I understand. I’ll ask Cessina about it in a few days. Otherwise, seeing you always going alone is too hard to bear,” Inger patted her chest and said.

  ”Actually, there’s no need to go through so much trouble for me,” Lolan Hill said softly, feeling somewhat guilty as her physical condition was actually quite good.

  ”Don’t worry, leave it to me,” Inger said confidently. Soon after, they reached their parting ways.

  ”See you tomorrow,” Inger waved goodbye to Lohil and walked away.

  After leaving the Dawn Hall, Lolan Hill returned to her living quarters. She first put down her book, then took off her gold-trimmed white robe before sitting lightly at a small table.

  She drank some green tangerine juice, then continued reading the documents on the table, which were about the Chaos Disaster and the Era of Dusk. Unfortunately, many were speculations by later generations, and there were few actual records.

  No clues were found yet.

  As evening fell, the young lady couldn’t help but feel this way. She began to reflect if she had taken the wrong path. Instead of spending most of her time searching for truth from these scattered words, why not use her own eyes to see?

  So she put down the ancient book and slowly closed her eyes, entering her consciousness sea.

  Three magnificent gems floated in her consciousness, representing the cores of nature, demons, and angels, respectively. Currently, the demon sequence was the most advanced, followed by the natural sequence, and then the angel sequence.

  Should she enhance her self-protection ability by improving the demon sequence, or focus on the angel sequence to quickly elevate her level and better understand this increasingly distorted world?

  The young lady hesitated slightly, not making an immediate decision. She planned to go to the northern academy and consult the two witches within the high tower.

  Taking advantage of the fading daylight and the dim sky, the young lady quickly took off from the courtyard, flying into the sky and becoming a tiny black dot before many people could notice.

  Inside the candlelit room, the stuffed bear sat on the table, flipping through Lolan Hill’s textbooks and notes.

Starting a new day of study, thanks to the young lady, its progress was quite good. If it were to take an exam, it could probably achieve an average level among first-year students.

This must be the power of knowledge, truly wonderful.

Under the soft yellow candlelight, the little bear kept changing its posture, venting its excitement. Looking at the elegant handwriting and the constantly changing extraordinary core in its consciousness, it felt that it had become stronger.

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Night, overlooking everything from the high tower.

The stars had just begun to appear in the sky, and the afterglow in the west had not yet completely faded. Lolan Hill’s toes gently touched the steps in front of the stone door, and her skirt fluttered slightly with the air.

She placed her hand on the gemstone on the stone door, but unfortunately, it did not open as it had before.

Strange, Lolan Hill thought to herself, then inputting magic power again, but there was still no response.

So she began to investigate. The main structure inside the stone door was undamaged, but the switch mechanism seemed to have corroded and been damaged over time.

This should be an important place, how could it be damaged?

Lolan Hill was puzzled, but she wasn’t the type to be overly rigid. Although it might be somewhat impolite, she decided to enter through the window of the star observation room; the two witches should understand.

So she turned around and took flight, her emerald butterfly wings spreading again as she flew towards the top of the tower, the star observation tower at the pinnacle of the world, close to the heavens.

The tower glowed with a faint silver tone under the moonlight, and white gaps in the tower’s body were filled with sparse deep green vines, their small leaves swaying gently in the night breeze.

The young lady saw an open window in the star observation room and flew directly inside, but what she saw was completely different from what she had imagined.

The dim interior was desolate, with decaying bookshelves and experimental equipment, moss-covered floors and stone walls, and layers of dirt and dust on the ground, looking like it hadn’t been inhabited for decades.

The doll-like witch who used to sit inside the star observation room was nowhere to be seen, nor was the mirror witch Chris in her pink and white princess dress. Everything from the past seemed like a bizarre dream.

The silver-haired girl slowly walked through this wasteland, looking at the different arrangements and instruments, the rusted star instruments and celestial models, which seemed to be the true appearance of the star observation room. It was meant for observing the stars and calculating trajectories, rather than being a simple library or office for the dean.

The silver-haired girl slowly squatted down, brushing away the soil in front of her, and picked up a book cover covered in rust. The pages inside were torn to shreds, only leaving faint traces on the copper plate on the surface.

[Dorothy Blank’s Experimental Notes]

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(TBC)