Throne of Magical Arcana

Chapter 859 Extra Story 4  Helen

Castle in the Sky, Allinge Magic Tower.

Berkeley has gotten used to this magnificent building, and is no longer amazed at its appearance which is very different from other magic towers, only liking and admiring it from the bottom of his heart.

Moreover, as soon as he saw this magic tower, Berkeley felt a sense of stability and steadfastness. He was no longer afraid or afraid, and he no longer woke up from dreams like he used to, worrying about being found by the night watchman and sent to the stake.

"This is a magician's paradise..." Berkeley closed his eyes and sighed softly. Then a flame seemed to burn in his heart. Will she still be there today?

He quickened his pace, walked through the hall of the magic tower, and directly entered the first area of ​​the first floor with the "Ordinary Arcane Library".

Since many arcanists are used to reading or studying directly in the library after borrowing books, so that they can quickly understand what materials are still missing, so the Magic Council established a "reading room" in a spare place in District 1. Provide Arcanists with a quiet reading space.

Later, many arcanists found that the environment here is very suitable for reading books that do not require experiments, and they also came here to study.

Berkeley took out two thick black-covered books from his storage bag, took two deep breaths, then pretended to study carefully, and slowly entered the "reading room".

As soon as he entered, he looked towards the window, hoping to see a beautiful figure there.

"She's really here again!" Berkeley was overjoyed in his heart, and his expression became bright uncontrollably.

The sun shines in through the window, and quietly pours on a beautiful girl. She is focused and indifferent, with exquisite facial features, black lips but with a strange charm, coupled with the halo caused by the sun, The whole person is like an ice and snow elf, hard to describe.

This was the most beautiful and attractive woman Berkeley had seen in all parts of the continent, so much so that he spent most of the week in the "reading room", quietly admiring this girl, unable to extricate himself.

"No, I can't go on like this..." Berkeley said to himself, as if he wanted to make up his mind to study hard, "No one knows if she will come to the reading room next week. After all, she seldom came before, so we must know her." She, can't miss it!"

He cheered himself up, and finally made up his mind after dozens of seconds, and walked towards the girl with the book.

"Don't be afraid, just meet friends normally!"

"Take out the courage you used to contact the noble lady!"

Countless thoughts flooded Berkeley's mind, and he felt that his footsteps were as weak as his heart.

The girl looked intently at the book in her hand, and calculated something on the draft paper from time to time, not noticing Berkeley's approach.

Her hair seemed to be made of ice crystals, clear and crystal clear in the sunlight, reflecting a faint colorful halo, which dazzled Berkeley.

"Dear Madam, may I sit here?" Berkeley asked with dry lips, feeling his voice was trembling a bit.

Rustle, rustle, the sound of the quill brushing across the paper was uninterrupted, and the absolutely beautiful girl didn't even raise her head, she was still focused as before.

"Dear lady, may I sit here?" Berkeley restrained his timidity of turning away and asked again.

Crashing, flipping the book, the elf-like girl seemed to nod her head imperceptibly.

Hallucination? Berkeley thought unsurely, but he immediately told himself, no matter, as long as she didn't object directly, then agree!

He carefully sat opposite the girl, took a peek at her, and was shocked by her delicate and unreal face again. At the same time, he noticed that there were two badges on her magic robe, a four-star Arcanist badge, and a two-star badge. The magician badge of the black ring.

So young to be an intermediate arcanist? Berkeley was shocked, and then his mind kept running, trying to understand.

"Ma'am, I have been in the council for several years, but I have never met someone whose arcane level exceeds the magic level. You are really an arcane genius." Berkeley tried his best to make his smile elegant and handsome.

Holding the quill, the girl continued to write something without even making a sound.

Berkeley's smile froze on his face, she doesn't like this topic?

So, he said again: "Ma'am, you seem to have the blood of the ice and snow elves? This is a very rare blood. I remember that only the Northland can exist."

As soon as the words fell, the girl suddenly raised her left hand, which surprised Berkeley, and finally responded!

The girl's slender eyebrows were frowned, and she held her cheek with her left hand, and her index finger unconsciously stretched out to her mouth, touching her lips, but she still didn't look at Berkeley or say a word.

Berkeley was first attracted by this beautiful picture, and then a huge depression surged, and the frustration of failure gnawed deeply at his heart.

No, you can't just give up like this!

If you miss it, there is no chance, who knows if she is from the Northland, who knows if she will return soon!

A few minutes later, Berkeley mustered up his courage again and softened his stiff smile: "Ma'am, I admire your concentration, and I'm curious about what you're researching."

As soon as he said that, he wanted to slap himself hard, because he could see that the books in front of the girl were full of familiar mathematical symbols, and it was not difficult to guess what type of book it was.

The index finger of the girl's left hand seems to have reached her lips a little, her eyes are focused on the draft paper, and the quill pen held in her right hand continues to move, as if only she and the books, paper, pens and ink in front of her are left in the world, nothing else The existence of a human being, even sitting across from her, is still regarded as air.

Berkeley was silent for a few more minutes, his heart was burning hot, so he regrouped and said, "Ma'am, I took a look. You seem to be learning about calculus. I don't know what kind of problem you have encountered. Can you tell us and let's discuss it together?" , although I have only been in the council for a few years, I still have a good grasp of calculus, after all, it is related to the solution of the spell model..."

He tried to start from where the girl was most concerned.

Before Berkeley could finish his sentence, the girl suddenly raised her head, and looked at him seriously with eyes that were translucent like ice crystals, making his heart shake and he couldn't hold back.

"How should the limit be strictly defined in order to avoid the previous problems? What about continuity? What about derivative? What about infinitesimal? How should they be self-consistently defined mathematically..." The girl's voice was cold and refreshing, like snowflakes falling in winter, The tone is full of seriousness.

Berkeley was dumbfounded, his mouth was half-open, and it was difficult to close it. What are these problems? What is she researching? So, so scary!

His brain seemed to be swept away by the legendary spell "Spiritual Storm", and there was nothing left to find, but the girl looked at him intently, and he subconsciously replied: "I, I haven't thought about these questions... ..."

The girl said "Oh", without any disdain, only a touch of disappointment, and continued to bury her head, writing her own thoughts.

Looking at the cold girl in front of him bathed in the bright sunshine, Berkeley felt devastated and devoid of fighting spirit. She was a goddess in the arcane field, and she could only be seen from a distance, admired, and could not be approached.

Let’s stop here for the time being, and we’ll talk about "The Rise of the Parliament" tomorrow. In addition, please realize your dream~