Chapter 330

Chapter 330: The Nun Under the Stained Glass Window

Temple Academy, Contemplation Hall.

The vast hall was empty except for a young lady dressed in plain black robes, who was busy cleaning. She first swept the floor clean, then wiped the walls, seats, and statues.

The work wasn’t heavy; if evenly distributed among the students, each would only need to do this twice a year.

Today, it was Lohil’s turn because her student number was relatively early.

Alright, this should be about right.

After finishing her task, Lohil looked at the clean and tidy interior of the church and felt much more relaxed. She put down her tools, washed her hands and face, and then sat on one of the pews to rest.

It was around 2-3 PM, and sunlight filtered through the colored glass windows, casting half of the white marble angel in light while the other half remained in shadow.

Lohil leaned back on the wooden chair, her silver hair like silk falling over her shoulders and slender waist. She felt warm under the sun’s rays.

Observing the two transparent Extraordinary Cores, one red and one white, in her mind, Lolan Hill began to organize her current progress.

Since joining the academy, she had recently taken another dose of her self-made “Glowing Soul Elixir,” which greatly advanced her cultivation. Currently, she was in the middle of Sequence 4 for the Angelic Sequence, and her Demonic Sequence was nearing Sequence 5. As for her Natural Sequence, she hadn’t practiced much lately, so there hadn’t been much change.

If only time could be split in half, the young lady sighed lightly.

Ugh…

The church doors were pushed open, and the sound of anxious footsteps echoed in the empty hall as someone approached.

“Hello, are you a nun? Could you help me?” asked a young man in gray robes, looking around and mistaking Lolan Hill for a nun when he saw her.

To be honest, Lohil’s attire did resemble that of a nun—black, slightly fitted robe with a white collar. With her appearance, some might even believe she was an angel descended from heaven.

“Hello, is there something I can help you with?” asked the silver-haired girl in a black dress, standing up and looking at the anxious young man. Though she wasn’t a nun, she could still answer some simple questions.

“Hello.”

Initially, he couldn’t tell from her back, but now that he saw her youthful face, the young man hesitated again. After a moment, he spoke.

“I apologize for disturbing you, but I’ve been struggling with a decision for a long time. Although I’ve sought advice from classmates and teachers, I still feel the need to talk to someone and seek guidance. I heard that nuns and priests in the temple are good at this.”

“So that’s it,” Lohil vaguely guessed the reason for his hesitation. After all, she was younger than him, so what could she offer as guidance?

“The duty nuns or priests will arrive later; they are currently resting. Why don’t you wait a bit?” Lohil glanced at the clock on the wall and replied.

The young man watched the beautiful silhouette of the girl bathed in sunlight and felt his mood improve. His previous hesitation seemed to fade away.

“Why don’t I just tell you directly? It’s not a particularly deep issue, but I’ve been really troubled lately.”

He was a fifth-year student at High Tower Academy and was about to graduate. His grades placed him in the lower-middle range, and now some organizations and institutions were recruiting at the school. He was hesitating about where to go: one option was the Frost Rose Clock Tower in the capital city, another was returning to his hometown to work in an alchemy workshop, and the third was joining an archaeological team exploring ruins.

The Clock Tower in the capital offered the best resources and academic atmosphere, while his hometown provided the most freedom and comfort. With his Sequence 6 level, he could start his own workshop in his hometown, funded by wealthy merchants, without spending any money himself.

However, he was also interested in some hidden and intriguing knowledge. If he joined the archaeological team, he could explore many interesting things, but such a life would be dangerous and unstable.

Essentially, it was a question of how to choose his future path.

Lohil watched the hesitant young man and thought it resembled the dilemma of a college student in her past life.

No matter which choice he made, he would regret it.

Going back home, he would regret never having experienced the outside world, envying his classmates who went to the Clock Tower or the exploration team. Joining the Clock Tower, he would gradually grow tired of the solitary and heavy life, longing for the freedom of exploration and the comfort of home. Joining the exploration team, after the initial excitement wore off, he would miss the beauty of his hometown and the hustle and bustle of the big city.

Such is human nature. Whatever one cannot have becomes the most desirable, and one adds various beautifying filters to it, always cherishing it in their heart.

“Then, try everything.”

The girl sitting under the stained glass window said, a silver seed sprouting in her palm and spreading into the air.

“Life is like a box of chocolates; you never know what you’ll get until you taste it.”

Lohil watched the branches made of silver particles extend and bloom in the air, contemplating deeply.

“You can visit the Clock Tower in your youth to experience the prosperity and beauty of a big city and enrich your knowledge and strength.”

“When you’re middle-aged, with a certain amount of capital and strength, you can explore more safely and uncover more mysteries, understanding more.”

“When you tire of it someday and lose interest in certain things, return to the place where you grew up, open your own alchemy workshop, sit on a park bench, watch children play in the fields, and quietly spend the rest of your days.”

“Such a life should be quite beautiful.”

The girl recounted her wishes and plans from the past, but unfortunately, fate does not always align with our desires. Everything happened suddenly.

Since Lohil started speaking, the young man felt as if he were enveloped by feathers made of light, a sense of peace and tranquility slowly flowing through him. His usual anxiety and agitation quieted, sinking into the depths of his heart, settling.

The silver branches growing throughout the church finally covered the entire dome, blooming into beautiful flowers, then bursting like fireworks. Silver and gold particles left trails in the air, eventually gathering back into the girl’s palm, forming a silver bud with golden leaves.

The seed then rose and landed in the young man’s hands.

“Although I suggest this, ultimately, it’s your life, and everything should follow your heart.”

“Thank you for your guidance,” the young man bowed his head, placing one hand on his chest, bowing deeply.

“I understand.”

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End of Chapter