Can the sadness that magic cannot take away be offset by love?

On the last weekend before the mid-term exam, Aecilia and Ernest took leave and went to the Ministry of Magic Assessment Office in the city center to take the Junior Mage Certification Examination.

She couldn't wait until after the midterm exams to come over because there was no time.

The process was no different from what she knew in advance. That afternoon, the Junior Mage Certification Badge made with her blood was delivered to her.

On the bench outside the assessment office, Aecilia held an elbow and looked up at the towering statue not far away.

This is a statue of the late master Andrew. He raised his right hand and held a staff that was almost as high as himself. His left arm drooped close to his body with his palm pressed down.

The master raised his head and stared into the distance - in that direction was the mage tower facing him in the distance.

What was protected under his palm was the densely packed building complex of Kakar, which was very low in comparison.

The Ministry of Magic's headquarters is located in the center of the palm of your hand.

"Looking at the place where Andrew is buried"

Aecilia silently recited the name of the statue.

Andrew was the first person on the entire continent to establish magic as a formal discipline. Together with his followers, he established the Mage Tower, researched and disclosed to the world most of today's basic spells, basic potion formulas and Relevant theoretical knowledge.

He died at the highest point of the mage tower, and his body was buried thickly in the ground of the mage tower. His head returned to the land of his hometown of Kakar, and his limbs and bones were dissolved into pure flowing elements and merged into the natural element flow of Kakar, making this place famous for generations to come. Talent.

The mage tower is his achievements in this life, and the ground under his feet is the foundation of his life.

...However, Aecilia is not sensitive to this kind of behavior of dismembering the body after death just to achieve a certain meaning.

But, of course, this does not affect the status of her master in her heart.

Some of his manuscripts can still play an important role to this day. The people at the Magic Academy and the Mage Tower will make it a habit to read Andrew's manuscripts after they get stuck doing experiments, because they can't tell which one is really true. There are countless precedents for its use.

To this day, news can still appear from time to time that the magic or potion formula recorded in Andrew's certain manuscript has been interpreted and reproduced, and will be used in a certain field.

After being in a daze under the statue for a long time, Aecilia suddenly remembered that she had not finished memorizing "Comprehensive Application of Elementary Potions".

*

At night, Aecilia was melancholy reading at night. Angelia's bed opposite was still lit with lights. When she glanced out the window, she found that the entire college dormitory was as bright as day.

Just when her eyelids were fighting, a paper crane suddenly appeared in front of her eyes.

After seeing the familiar curse pattern on it, Aecilia was slightly relieved.

The old man always liked to use different ways to deliver messages, so she was not surprised.

Opening the paper crane, there are a few lines of words scrawled on it:

"Zarath Alley is the Chiwei Alley of the Kakkar Underground City in the past. Before the name was changed, the slave trade was prevalent. A few years ago, it was taken over by a certain family above. Some people speculated that the Ramirez family did it. Can you give me the specific information? Come and get it yourself.

“Also, there is news that the little doll has a second buyer, I wish everything goes well.

Note: In case something goes wrong, can you give me the potion recipe first? "

Aecilia took up the pen and wrote on the paper:

"Thank you, no."

The writing on the paper quickly disappeared, and not long after, new writing appeared:

"It must go well, I only have one granddaughter!"

Aecilia smiled slightly and burned the paper.

*

The unwelcome Monday has arrived and the streets are littered with students wailing for their first subject exams.

The maple leaves fell on her shoulders, and Aecilia looked up and saw the fiery red treetops.

The exam lasts for four days, with holidays on Friday and Saturday. Sunday night is the Autumn Harvest Festival celebration where students can let themselves go.

Everything is going on in full swing.

……

"On Thursday, the doll left home

Friday, the doll is hiding and flying

On Saturday, the doll stumbled onto the painting and embraced the light

On Sunday, the doll cried loudly"

This weird ballad ended here. Aecilia only paused for a moment and continued singing:

"On Thursday, the doll left home

Friday……"

There were many people in the cafeteria at noon, and everyone was crowded together regardless of distance. Most of the people sitting around her were strangers. The girl closest to her listened to her singing in a loop several times, and finally couldn't help but ask:

"No Monday to Wednesday?"

Aecilia stopped, looked at the girl who asked the question, and replied softly:

"Yes, didn't I already sing?"

Everyone around him, including the girl, felt their scalps go numb.

She started singing again.

Singing that weird melody, the unintelligible lyrics and the three days that I couldn’t find.