It is impossible for the girl to find the evil god in the textbook

Excuse the gentleman for being late,

He never forgot your love. "

Adolf forced the corners of his mouth into an ugly smile.

"Kleist, as expected of you, I can't write such a literary thing, and Anderson should be very happy to see it."

"Cheer up, Ella, we're running out of time. If we don't go back earlier, we won't be able to make it to Kraft's Christmas Eve dinner."

The girl nodded obediently, and boarded the carriage after checking Anderson's tombstone luggage.

Adolf was driving outside, while Ella and Kleist were sitting on the left and right sides of the carriage.

Snowflakes were falling in the sky again. The town of Collum was built next to the lake, and the lake was already covered with a thin layer of ice.Snowflakes fall, accumulate, or melt, and the coniferous forest on the river bank moves with the wind, just repeating this scene.

Ella sighed softly, and the girl's breath condensed into white mist outside the carriage window.

"Is there anything you would like to ask, Miss Williams?"

"..."

The girl opened her mouth, but for a moment she didn't know how to form words.

Wearing a solemn black robe, Kleist looked more like a country priest. He reached out to catch some snowflakes and watched them melt into his palms.

"There is also a cemetery in Glamis Manor. Except for those who died fighting monsters, most magicians died due to loss of reason. Only a few survived to the age of old Benson and me... Anderson's The ending wasn’t bad, at least he didn’t do anything irreversible before he died.”

"Is there no way to avoid this ending?"

"Yes." Kleist raised his eyebrows, "That means restraining your curiosity, not coveting wisdom beyond the limit, not listening to the unexplained nonsense in magic rituals, and not looking at things you shouldn't...listen It's easy, isn't it?"

Ella nodded hesitantly.

"In fact, it is very difficult, Miss Williams. Everyone has desires, and those secrets and knowledge are so tempting, but we need to put shackles on our desires, for your own sake and for the sake of others who are still alive. "

"..."

"Tell me something else."

Kleist smiled and turned back into the kind old man.

"There will be a month off from school starting tomorrow, and you can go home and be with your family."

Ella opened her mouth in surprise.

"Wait a moment, Professor Kleist, can I continue to stay in school? I don't really want to go back."

"I'm afraid not. We will close the school temporarily. You know, those school workers also need a vacation...and I also plan to go to the south to relax. I heard Yusef told you about your situation, and we will take care of you this month. The alimony and letters were forwarded to Henry, who would accept them."

Ella's little face suddenly became filled with anguish when she thought that she would have to spend a whole month with Uncle Henry's family again.

Maybe it's not that bad, at least I can do magic now and have some money.

She tried her best to convince herself.

The carriage drove away, its ruts quickly covered by flying snow.

Riding the carcass through the sea of ​​rose flowers, it was already late when Ella returned to Glamisburg.Ling and Yousef were standing at the gate of the castle. The short-haired girl's face was flushed red from the cold. She came up to Ella and gave Ella a hug.

Ayla hugged Ling and then Yousef, who patted some of the snowflakes off Ayla's head.

"I've been stuck in London for too long, you know Ella, those mortal cops are always setting up the best formalities where it doesn't make sense... oh, I mean, Merry Christmas, it's your Christmas Gift."

Ella took the square gift box, which contained a box full of chocolates.

"I have also prepared gifts for you, which are now placed in the bedroom."

Ling caught them,

"If you have anything to do, let's talk about it inside. It's snowing too much outside. Ella, the dinner party is about to start. Let's run faster now. We might not have time to take out the gifts before then."

"We are magicians, Ella, Ling, why do we have to run all the way back?"

Yousef smiled and stretched out his hand to draw two straight lines in front, and an illusory door was outlined.It was connected to the lounge of the dormitory building. Ella then jumped in and took out a few gift boxes, including Ling's, Yousef's, and Adolf's. Originally, she had prepared a copy for Anderson, but she hadn't given it away yet. Here's the chance.

"...I didn't know what to give, so I just bought a few scarves."

Everyone walked into the hall and sat on a long table surrounded by a huge Christmas tree, which was filled with a variety of food.

Like the opening ceremony, Kleist stood in front of the portrait of the first headmaster, and his speech was as brief as last time.

"Sirs and ladies, before the dinner started, I, the old man, babbled a few words. In these few months, the freshmen of the first grade have become familiar with the school and experienced good or bad things, but those are already Gone are the past. Let's raise our glasses to the memories and the new life, let's stop talking, enjoy the food and Merry Christmas."

Kleist waved his cane, and the many decorations on the Christmas tree began to shine.

Ella put the gift box for Anderson on the table and raised her glass to it.

The sweet taste of apple juice flowed between her lips and teeth, which reminded Ella of Anderson's butter shortbread. She was surprised to find that the taste of the two was somewhat similar, and then she realized that the uniqueness of Anderson's baked snacks was that they had a smell. The sweet smell of apples.

"Merry Christmas to you too, Professor Anderson."

The girl said softly.

Chapter 19 Back to London

It snowed all night, and the castle, which was originally dominated by light colors, melted into one with the snow.

The snow on the bluestone road has been cleared by the janitors, and the white rose gardens on both sides have been taken care of by Kleist. He probably cannot start his journey to the south until the safety of these plants is ensured.

Ella put on the double-breasted sailor-collar women's windbreaker and put on knee-high wool socks. Just like when she arrived, she didn't have much luggage, but she only had textbooks and some necessary instruments, and the leather satchel also contained No more.

So Ella bought another suitcase in Glamis Town before leaving, with two hundred pounds and a few shillings left on her. Prices in Glamis Town were very high, and the ordinary British currency was very valuable to the magicians. Limited meaning.

It is said that most of the large transactions of magicians are based on barter, or mithril and crystals containing high-purity magic power are used as currency.Two hundred pounds is not much money in Glamis, but in fact it is more than half of the annual salary of senior employees of the British government.

Ella lacks the concept of money. When she worked in Henry's factory, she didn't have a weekly salary. While Henry regarded the alimony as his legal income, he only regarded Ella's work as a condition for providing him with board and lodging.

Adolf suggested that Ella should bring a bottle of high-end white wine to her uncle, which could ease the relationship between them.

Ella felt that Henry would probably treat the money he spent on the wine as his own assets, but in the end he followed the advice.

Ella boarded the steam train alone, and Ling was not on the same train as her.There were much fewer people on the train than when they arrived, minus the magicians who had settled in Scotland since then and the parents who sent their children here.

There were only her and Dolores in the box where Ella was, the curly-haired girl who had helped Ella out in class.

Looking at the gradually receding scenery outside the window, Ella was suddenly curious. The distance from Glamisburg to London was more than a thousand kilometers, but she remembered that the first time the train brought her and Yusuf into this town was only It took one night, maybe it was some kind of magic too.

Dolores looked a little embarrassed. In the last incident, on the surface, Ella became the hero who fought the monster and survived. With the death of the professor, this record is even more incredible.Reminiscent of her amazing performance in the spell class, except for a few people who knew about it, many students regarded her as a genius, and even rumored that Ella would become the next Kleist.

Dolores was a somewhat introverted little girl. She wanted to talk to Ella, but she didn't know how to speak. She could only lower her head and grasp the hem of her skirt.

Affected by Ling, Ella became much more cheerful than before. She dug out the can of chocolates Yusef sent from her satchel, grabbed a handful and put them on the table.

"Want to eat? I remember you are..."

The girl nodded her chin and thought seriously for a while.

"Miss Dolores, thank you for helping me in that class. You were the only one besides Ling who believed in me at that time."

Dolores was stunned for a moment, then took a chocolate,

"You're welcome. Miss Williams is a very nice person. I've felt that way from the beginning. Just call me Dolores."

"Then relative, you can also call me Ella."

Ella tore open the wrapper of a chocolate bar and popped it into her mouth.Yusef didn't know where he knew Ella's taste. A lot of milk and sugar were mixed into the chocolate, leaving only a little unique bitter taste.

Ella licked her lips with some unfinished thoughts, narrowed her eyes, and planned to tear another one.

"Dolores, do you live in London too?"

"Ah, no, sorry, I'll get off at Liverpool Station, I live in Lalord, a suburb of Liverpool."

Halfway through the journey, Ella was the only one left in the car.She took out a copy of "Introduction to Ritual Magic", which is the knowledge she needs to master in the next semester.Ayla's understanding of magic rituals is limited to Ling's bloodline strengthening ceremony and Anderson's failed resurrection ceremony.

The book mentioned that magic rituals require the use of sanctified props and magic circles to create an undisturbed spiritual environment.The performer of the ritual needs to pray to a certain existence through corresponding spiritual materials and incantations, make a request, and then wait for a response.

Comparing with the content of the textbook, Aila gained a lot of new understanding of the ritual Ling performed in front of her.

After briefly explaining the ritual steps, the content of the book turns into the characteristics of various spiritual materials, mantras and their corresponding existences.Ella just scanned it roughly and found that there were thousands of materials and spells corresponding to a single element!She felt dizzy and stuffed "Introduction to Ritual Magic" back into her bag and yawned.

It was already past two o'clock in the afternoon, Ella looked at the snow and forest outside the window, curled up in the seat and began to rest.

Before it was completely dark, Ella stood on the somewhat dilapidated platform.She smiled, as expected, it was impossible for the Henry family to pick her up, even if they had received a letter from Kleist.

Ella didn't know how to get back to the Whitechapel area. She looked at some empty streets and finally called a public carriage.

"To Smith Street, Whitechapel."

The coachman was a little surprised that there was a young girl alone on the Christmas street.

"Yes, dear lady, you will pay me sevenpence."

Ella felt in her pocket, saw that the lowest note she had was five shillings, and handed it out.

The driver caught a glimpse of the girl's leather satchel and a large number of pounds inside, and his heart suddenly suddenly began to ponder whether he should rob the girl and live a decent life in another city.

There was at least £100 in that satchel, which would have cost him several years if he saved money.

"Miss, I don't have that much change with me."

"Then there's no need for change, sir."

The girl's voice was soft, as if she was exhausted from the journey.The coachman looked at the girl's travel bag again, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and started driving.

He sent Ella to Smith Street in the Whitechapel district by some strange and mysterious circumstances, but he gave up because of the inexplicable chill when he wanted to do it several times.

Watching Ella leave, the coachman scratched his hair in confusion.

"I'm scared of a little girl? How is that possible?"

He finally attributed this to his kindness and left contentedly.

Ella knocked on the door of Henry's house. What she saw in front of her was the long table with messy cups and plates after the Christmas dinner, her cousin and aunt with disgusted expressions, and Uncle Henry with a fake smile on his face.

Aunt Triss was worrying. The maid Mary had asked for leave to go home for Christmas two days ago, but for the sake of her own skin, she would never wash the dishes.

"Ella, you're back? Just in time, go wash the dishes and clean the kitchen. Hurry up, we're going to rest."

Ella's smile froze on her face. She silently put down her luggage, started busy, and prepared to throw the damn bottle of white wine into the Thames River at some time.

"Or I drank it myself."