Chapter 281

Chapter 281: The Youth and the Spirit

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Chapter 281: The Youth and the Spirit

After the grand competition at the Academy, the principal of the Bridge Pier Academy personally presented the awards. This elderly man with slightly gray hair still had a strong physique. He wore thick armor and a cloak, placing one hand on Darsi’s shoulder, who could barely stand, while his gray eyes looked at this youth covered in scars.

“Very good, very good.”

He only said these few words. The old general placed the crown on Darsi’s forehead. The shape of the crown resembled swords pointing towards the sky, but the central sword stood out particularly straight and long, with a diamond-shaped gemstone embedded in it.

“Darsi!”

“Darsi!”

“Darsi!”

At first, it was just a few scattered cheers from students, then all the students from the Bridge Pier Academy joined in, and finally, students from the entire Emanas joined in.

Perhaps before, Darsi was not a well-known student, but tonight everyone rediscovered this youth. The muscles like steel blocks on his shoulders, the strange and deformed wrists and ankles due to excessive training, all demonstrated his years of hard work and diligence.

Students cheered not only for Darsi’s victory but also for his diligence. Many students had made efforts to varying degrees, but not every effort brought rewards. Anxiety and disappointment often filled their hearts.

But today, Darsi used his tangible actions and achievements to tell these students that sweat and effort were not meaningless. Bloodline and resources could not define everything. Even though each step was small, it had its unique significance. The tower of victory did not rise suddenly but was built by countless tiny stones.

Among the cheering crowd, Jack also stood up with his companions. This time, he did not bury himself in books but instead closely watched the student wearing the crown on stage.

How I wish I could be like him too.

Emotions of envy, jealousy, warmth, and admiration welled up in his heart.

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After the award ceremony for the grand competition, students gradually dispersed. Some seniors flew away directly, while others who were not good at flying queued up quietly to wait for the elevator.

“Night Spirit, wake up,” Lolan Hill gently shook the little one sleeping on her knees, then watched her slowly rub her eyes awake.

“What’s wrong, Sister Lolan? Ah—” she yawned, seemingly not fully awake yet, stretching widely.

“Get up, the competition is over.” Lolan Hill pinched the waist of this little one, causing her body to tremble and emit giggles.

“I’m… I’m up.” Her body quickly shot up and leaped out of Lolan Hill’s arms. Night Spirit ran a few steps on the empty steps before turning around, her long twin pigtails sweeping past Vemya, who caught her.

“Let go, Sister Vemya~” Night Spirit begged playfully, then was lifted directly by Bumansa behind her.

“You finally woke up; you pressed someone’s knee all night,” Bumansa firmly held Night Spirit, preventing her from moving.

“Mmm, I know I was wrong, I won’t do it again next time.” Although Night Spirit was quite powerful and most of her peers couldn’t beat her, Bumansa was an exception and could easily subdue her every time.

“Haha, Little Night Spirit finally met her match.” Lily made faces at Night Spirit nearby and teased her.

Thus, the eight girls from two dormitories stood on the viewing platform where snowflakes were slowly falling, chatting softly, occasionally bursting into laughter, waiting quietly for the crowd in front of the elevator to disperse.

The next day during the day.

After some contemplation, Lolan Hill decided to visit the injured Lingxin, of course, she needed to change her identity accordingly.

The injured students were uniformly treated and healed in the Clear Spring Palace of the Temple Academy. After gathering information, Lolan Hill returned to her independent small house and changed into the long dress she used to wear when she was Reise. The white dress, with star decorations and lace patterns around the waist and hem, was elegant and exquisite.

Walking through the sunlit corridors and the courtyard with clear springs, Lolan Hill, with her silver hair, moved through the palace. Along the way, she occasionally encountered students in black and white uniforms and staff members of the Temple.

Afraid that she might not be recognized, she didn’t wear the pendant and glasses given by Tides today but visited in her true appearance.

The sunlight illuminated her soft and dreamy face, with silver hair framing her sky-blue, transparent eyes. As she walked, her slender legs in white shoes seemed to leave ripples in people’s hearts.

“Who is that girl?”

“She’s so beautiful.”

“Is she an angel?”

Whispers and discussions accompanied curious glances, making Lolan Hill feel helpless inside. If only she had worn her glasses earlier and taken them off later, it would have been fine. But there were many people here, and changing her appearance rashly might attract more attention and chaos.

For now, she quickened her pace, turned several corners, and asked about Lingxin’s whereabouts.

“Excuse me, can you tell me where the injured students from the grand competition yesterday are?” Lolan Hill asked a nun in a black uniform.

“Are you here to visit them? Please go that way.” The nun pointed in a direction.

“Thank you.”

Lolan Hill walked in another direction. This was a corridor in the palace, with gems above illuminating the ground. On both sides were doors with room numbers, indicating that most of these rooms were resting areas for the injured.

There weren’t many people in the corridor, and occasionally other students from different academies could be seen, probably here to visit their injured friends.

“Sorry.”

A youth in light green robes quickly passed by her side. His left hand was bandaged, and the leather bag slung across his waist almost brushed against Lolan Hill’s wrist, but she skillfully dodged it.

“Sorry, sorry, very sorry.”

“Really sorry, because I have an urgent matter.”

The student hurriedly bowed, and Lolan Hill gestured not to worry. Then he quickly left, continuing towards the outside.

When this student crossed the corridor, hall, and came to the sparsely populated fountain courtyard, his steps slowed down.

“Elro, did you encounter an angel just now?” A voice with a hint of fear and trembling came from inside his leather bag.

“Angel?” Youth Elro opened his leather bag, looking at the ghost spiraling inside the glass bottle, which appeared to be an old man.

“Not quite, if you’re talking about that girl, such a face could indeed be called an angel.”

The youth in green robes recalled the silver-haired girl he had bumped into earlier. Although it was just a brief glimpse, her impression was still extremely deep.

“Not her appearance, I’m talking about a real angel.”

The ghost in the bottle nervously surveyed the surroundings, causing some passersby to look curiously and then continue walking.

In the Temple Academy, where the Angel Sequence and Necromancer Sequence were abundant, ghosts were not rare, but it was somewhat unusual for one to be confined in a bottle.

“No way, angels are at least Sequence 8 existences. If we’re talking about who in the academy is most likely to be an angel, it would be the beautiful headmaster.”

“No, no, no, I’m talking about a higher sequence, maybe even several sequences higher than that.”

This ghost was somewhat anxious, then made the youth lean closer.

“Just now, I sensed a pure soul within my bag, this is undoubtedly an angel’s trait, and it might even be the highest sequence angel. Do you understand what I mean?”

“Could it be mistaken?”

The youth said hesitantly.

“How could it! Are you doubting the great Sodas? I was once a great wizard of the Mercury Dynasty and experienced the Chaos Disaster. I’ve truly seen an angel.”

The ghost felt his dignity was being offended.

“Alright, alright, no need to boast about your glorious past anymore. I think you should reflect on yourself. As the top wizard of the Mercury Dynasty, the fact that I, along with Darsi, a fellow classmate, was easily defeated by him, reflects poorly on your teachings.”

“You said my talent was rare in a hundred years, sigh, I’m just disappointed.”

Although the youth said this, he wasn’t really angry. He just wanted to brush off the matter. He had more important things to do and didn’t want to get involved with angels. This ghost old man clearly wanted him to find the traces of the angel he had encountered.

“Do you even have any dreams? Back when the Mercury Dynasty was thriving, it took on the world’s responsibilities, suppressing the chaotic vortexes everywhere.”

“Who knew that later generations became worse and worse, and they eventually had to summon angels down to earth.”

“Stop, stop, stop, I have something to do.”

The youth prepared to put the bottle back into his leather bag.

“Don’t, do you know what it means when angels come down to earth? The Chaos Disaster.”

His voice was muffled by the leather bag, and the youth quickly left again.

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Tomorrow I will visit relatives, updating might be difficult 0 0

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(End of Chapter)