She Is Not a Witch

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Overlooking the Tower College, night.

Towers are scattered across the mountains, and the pale gray stone walls feel extremely cold to the touch. White snowflakes piled on the rough surface, corners, and top of the stone towers, allowing these towers and mountains to blend together in the night. Only some yellow lights shone through the thick glass to reveal the vitality of life.

The dark gray coat was covered with snowflakes, and Lan Lier stepped on her thick boots to slowly fall from the air, and then stood on the observation deck on the 8th floor of the tower.

First open the wooden door on the observation deck, enter it, and then close the wooden door to prevent the wind and snow from blowing in.

After entering the inner side of the tower, she walked to the door next to the stairway. She took out the copper key inscribed with lines from her arms and inserted it into the stone door. As a burst of brilliance flowed over the door, the door lock rang slightly, and then gently pushed it open.

Entering the door is the common room on their level. The lounge is connected to four thick wooden doors, corresponding to four bedrooms, each sleeping two people, each with its own bathroom.

Compared with the crowded central school building, the facilities of the four colleges are much more spacious and abundant. After all, it is surrounded by mountains and land with less people, and there is no shortage of places for additional buildings in the school. This is indeed very comfortable.

There are already three students in the common room, and of course they are all girls. The two are sitting at the brown wooden table, writing and drawing things quickly under the candlelight. Only the slight flame in the fireplace can be heard in the lobby Cracks, and the rustle of pen across the paper.

The remaining student stood by the cabinet against the wall, carrying a kettle and adding hot water to his cup. As the boiling water drew a small arc and fell into the black porcelain cup, there was a sound of water, and then The heat came out, and the rich tea aroma began to spread indoors.

"Lan Li is back, good evening." The young girl in a brown and white dress came slowly with the steaming black tea.

"Would you like some hot tea? I still have some."

"Then you're welcome, Antoine, is Ling Xin back?" Lan Li patted the remaining wind and snow on her coat and hat, took off her thick coat, revealing the cashmere sweater that was slightly tight inside, and then sat at the table. Looking at the structural drawings drawn by several roommates.

Antori made another cup of tea and placed it in front of Lan Li, and then said: "Ling Xin is learning about advanced Sequence 6 from her tutor recently. She is about to break through, and she is probably busy recently."

"Thank you~" Lan Li held up the hot teacup, took a sip, feeling too hot, and put it down for the time being.

"Unknowingly everyone is about to enter the fourth grade, I feel like the time is so fast, it seems like Tirela graduated yesterday."

"Yes, I just entered the High Tower Academy at that time, and I encountered many problems, which were solved by sister Tirela." Antori also nodded, and then sat down with her back facing the fireplace, her figure under the light of the fire. It looked a little fuzzy, and the two talked quietly.

Lan Li put her arm on the warm thick wooden table that was grilled by the fire, looked at Antoli and said, "The instructor suggested that I don't have to advance this year, but stabilize first, and then enter the fourth grade next year."

"Although the instructor is also kind, but in this case, I have to be separated from Lingxin, one grade behind her, this kind of feeling is really bad." Lan Li slowly said her thoughts with her face held up.

"Lan Li, this is really a trouble of happiness. The two of us are still worrying about this year's final design, and this year is destined to be unable to be promoted to Sequence 6." The two girls who drew the picture turned around and continued after a few words. Draws complex and precise drawings.

The four people sitting in the room are all Sequence 5s, and the oldest of them is only 20 years old. It can be said that all of them are rare geniuses, but they can only be regarded as medium in Emenas. Although Lan Li can advance to Sequence 6 before the end of this year, it is very risky, so the teacher advised her to slow down first.

The bright yellow flames in the fireplace burned, bringing bursts of heat, dispelling the surrounding chill, and then cast the shadows of several young girls on the opposite wall. With the movements of the young girls, these long shadows kept shaking. The side wall cabinets also change in light and shade, and the complex and lengthy professional books are plated with a warm color by the fire.

"Okay, let's not talk about this. The'Winter Festival Gala' is about to begin soon. Let's relax and work harder in a few days." Lan Li and her friend said, and then she lay down on the table and prepared to take a nap. meeting.

"Don't sleep here, get up and take a shower by yourself and go back to the bedroom."

"Well, I don't want to move, the water in winter is too cold, and it's too troublesome to boil it myself." Lan Li lay on the table and said like dried salted fish.

"Lan Li's laziness has committed again. It is estimated that I will have to wait for Ling Xin to come back and drag her in." The two next to him whispered, and then watched Lan Li's eyes slowly open, and finally closed completely.

"What a slack."

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Lohill also returned to his residence after the class. The location was relatively quiet, the indoor fire was burning, and the small courtyard outside was filled with snow. Only scattered green grass leaves and vines were exposed from the snow.

She was wearing a comfortable white dress and sitting on a wooden chair, facing the flame of the fireplace, and a thick book was placed on her knee wrapped in white cotton stockings. As her white fingers stroked, the pale yellow pages were also Flipping along with it, the black writing was clearly reflected in the firelight.

"The specific origin of the chaotic vortex is untestable. Its appearance can be traced back to the time of giants and dragons. It is said that the court of the giant at that time permanently eliminated several chaotic vortices."

"According to archaeological excavations, scholars believe that there may be another era before the era of giants and dragons, because the facilities on some ruins are more sophisticated and not suitable for large giants and dragons at all. It can be inferred from the traces in the ruins. These prehistoric civilizations may be about the size of today’s humans, elves, or orcs."

"They used special sand, gravel and steel to make the building, which is very neat and can be seen to be of a high standard. UU reading www.uukanshu.com, but unfortunately no corpses of the civilization’s creatures have been found in the ruins, and there are traces of their activities. It seemed to be suddenly broken one day and disappeared out of thin air."

"This civilization seems to rarely use words. The only clearer record is the mural excavated at the World Tree Site 300 years ago. The restored scene shows a purple-red sky and a sea of ​​clouds, the sun is on the edge of the horizon, and the land is a piece of land. The verdant forest, and the sky floating in the city-like buildings. Also based on this painting, scholars finally called the era of the disappearance of this civilization as the twilight era."

It's really amazing. As the night got deeper, Lorrain Hill reconciled the book, still thinking of the wonderful world recorded in history in his mind.

Let's see again tomorrow, she stood up, put the book and the warm puppet bear on the table, moved her body, and was ready to sleep here tonight. Anyway, she also talked to the roommate over there. I have to "study all night" in the library.

As the dark clouds dissipated, the falling snow gradually stopped, and a luxurious airship passed over the mountains in the distance, slowly approaching Emenas.

The coat of arms on the airship, red and green roses entwined with each other, exuding brilliance in the moonlight.