The elf girl said hurriedly, but Shade shook his head:
"No need, you don't have to come to see us on Mondays."
He was really worried that the immature girl in front of him would encounter an accident:
"I asked you to help me find the secret room in St. Byrons. Just remember to look for it. Wait until spring, when things here are over, and we can meet again. Winter has come to an end, and spring is not far away. By then, if
We haven’t left yet, we can go for a walk in the city together.”
As he spoke, he took out his notebook, which contained poems he had written in advance:
"These are enough for you to learn for a while. When spring comes, I can teach you more ancient elven runes. After all, although the phonetic symbols can help you learn to read, you still have to hear the correct pronunciation with your own ears in order to learn more.
precise."
The elf girl clutched her notebook and looked at Shade with her green eyes. She also knew that Shade was worried about her:
"I understand, then you and the lady should also be careful."
As he spoke, he began to rummage through his pockets, and finally found some amulets he had made and some unicorn hairs in small glass tubes:
"I leave these for you, please pay attention to safety. Then we will see you in the spring, please be careful."
She stood up to leave, Shade also stood up, and the unicorn rubbed the back of Shade's hand reluctantly.
Shade was by the campfire, watching the elf girl climb onto the unicorn's back a little clumsily. She sat sideways, grabbing the hair on the back of the little beast, and said again:
"Then we'll see you in spring. May the World Tree bless you and everything be safe."
Shade smiled and nodded. After touching the little beast's head, the unicorn carried the elf girl into the dark forest:
"See you in the spring!"
[In the end, you still didn’t ask how she got here from the academy. 】
"She" said softly.
Shade lowered his head and looked at the small bottle containing unicorn hair in his hand, thinking about what accessories he would make for Lesia and Dorothy:
"If she wanted to say it, she would have said it just now. But that's fine, I haven't had time to explore St. Byrons recently."
He turned around and faced the bonfire, lowering his head, causing a shadow to cling to his face.
[However, you don’t plan to use that passage to go]
"There will be a way. Moreover, my guess may not be correct."
Shade whispered to the campfire.
He put out the flames with his hand and untied the reins tied to the tree. Shade stroked the horse's head, then quickly got on the horse:
"Call for the big snowball."
Snowballs fell from the sky and landed on the extinguished bonfire. Shade pulled the reins, and the maroon horse carried him towards the forest in the dark night.
"The story of Randall Valley has come to the second half. Demons, crazy lands, ancient families, and ancient secrets. I have to concentrate on dealing with these things. Only when spring comes, will I have time to enjoy them.
Life. May the earth be with you and me."
(The unicorn is running.)
Considering that he would not be able to return to Tobesk all day on Thursday because he had to visit the Night Temple again, so at the dining table this morning, Shad, who was sitting at the dining table with a newspaper, spoke to Dorothy in the kitchen.
said:
"I'm taking Mia to the Randall Valley today, so I don't have to bother you with it. I remember, aren't you going to attend the writers' reading salon today?"
"It's not troublesome to take Mia with you, but if you want to take it for a walk in the countryside, that's fine."
The blonde girl in an apron said, transferring the scrambled eggs from the pot to a plate, and then brought them to the table:
"But it should be very cold outside the city, so be careful not to let it catch a cold."
"I know that this cat probably won't want to leave my clothes for a day."
Shade put down the newspaper, stood up and untied Dorothy's apron from behind:
"You don't have to worry about me. My actions in the Randall Valley are safe."
"I'm still waiting for the big news in the Randall Valley."
The blonde girl said with a smile, then took the newspaper and pointed to the news on the top right page of the fifth page of gossip:
"is that you?"
This morning's "Tobesk Morning News" surprisingly used a small section to publish tidbits from the distant Randall Valley, that is, Miss Vanessa Benenice was photographed secretly dating a strange man.
Shade saw the news this morning, but it was amazing that Dorothy could find it just by picking up the newspaper.
"I heard the news yesterday when I went to the Steam Bird Daily newspaper office to help my father deliver documents."
She looked at the photo, which only showed Shade's side face, and there was a subtle difference between that face and Shade:
"Miss Vanessa Benenice, I remember she was at least ten years older than me, right? When she became famous, I was still a little girl at home. I used to wonder if I could become someone like her."
She put down the newspaper:
"Your methods are really powerful."
Shade lowered his head to feed the cat to cover up his embarrassment, and the blonde writer lady shook her head:
"I don't mind what you are doing. This is something that should give Luvia a headache. Oh, speaking of which, my father said that he has made progress in organizing an honorary degree for you.
Around spring, St. York's College of Liberal Arts will award a number of honorary degrees. You know, most of these are given to local celebrities to establish social relations in the college. My father is very concerned about your matter, and he originally wanted to write to
You, but I said that I happened to come to you to get information, and he asked me to tell you about it. After all, if this kind of thing is put in writing, everyone will be worried."
"How much sponsorship fee is needed?"
Shade asked curiously, Dorothy shook her head slightly:
"It's not important. Lesiya has already given me the check. I will ask my mother to hand it to my father when I get home in the afternoon. Don't worry, it is an bearer check and Leziya's name will not appear on it."
"But how can you make this kind of money?"
"So, do you want Carina to get it for you?"
He obviously asked Xia De with a smile, but Xia De felt a little eerie inexplicably. His intuition gave him the answer, and Xia De immediately shook his head:
"Okay then. Oh, I've already got the unicorn hair. What accessories do you want?"
As he spoke, he picked up a small piece of egg with his dinner fork, and this time the smile on the blonde girl's face was not sinister at all:
"You got it! Give it to me quickly and I'll make it into an ornament! I bet if I put it on your hand, you might come up with something weird like a 'unicorn hair wrapped ring' or something like that."
"Dorothy, do you look down on me too much?"
The writer smiled and did not give an answer. Instead, she extended her fork to Shade, who stretched out his head and ate the egg:
"I'll give it to you after breakfast. Speaking of which, Professor Louisa finally got me what degree? Literature? Linguistics? Or political science? When we discussed it last time, he mentioned that it was most likely these three.
"
Not all disciplines can award honorary degrees. In the subject classification of foreigners, most disciplines that are biased towards liberal arts are the ones that award honorary degrees.
"No, there are very few honorary doctorates in literature at St. York's College of Letters this year, and they are all given to members who have won the Kingdom's Literary Award this year. The honorary doctorate in linguistics has been suspended this year because of the infighting of the Delrayon Degree Committee.
.As for political science.”
Dorothy shook her head slightly:
"There is an unwritten rule. The first-class local college in Tobesk, the honorary doctorate in political science, can only be awarded to retired politicians, such as your neighbor, Mr. Smith, the former secretary of the Kingdom's Ministry of Finance. If it is a year with a large balance
It's still possible, but this year St. York's College of Liberal Arts only got two places."
The total number of honorary degrees that Delrayon's colleges of higher education can award each year is set by the Kingdom's Academic Degrees Committee, and each major college then competes for the places by "showing their special abilities."
"So, what Professor Louisa reserved for me is..."
"History."
Shade breathed a sigh of relief:
"Fortunately it's not folklore."
"What are you talking about? Have you ever heard of an honorary doctorate in folklore being awarded anywhere?"
The blonde girl asked funnyly, peeling an egg in her hand, while little Mia was lying on the table looking at the smoke coming from the food in her hand.
"But my father asked me to tell you that even an honorary degree cannot be given with money. There is still more than a month left before the spring degree awarding season. He asked you to find your own way. It is best to publish a few relevant articles.
Article. It doesn’t have to be too professional, as long as it represents your research.”
This is no problem. Many members of the Light Guide Monastery to which Old John belongs are members of colleges and universities. For example, Mr. Madison, who initially contacted Shade, is an administrator who works as a secretary at the University Association (
Chapter 375).
"You don't have to worry about this. I've already discussed it with Professor Manning."
Dorothy continued:
"Professor Manning knows that we are ring magicians, so I told him that you received some cultural relics and information from friends in the Randall Valley some time ago. Find some time and find some random things from the Randall Valley.
Send it to the professor, and the professor will be able to help you prepare a good paper. He will be the corresponding author, and with the name of Tiris Manning, all relevant professional journals in the Kingdom will not reject your submission."
"So, you and Lesia have arranged everything for me?"
This made Shade a little embarrassed, but the blonde writer enjoyed this feeling very much:
"Look, Luvia is not the only one who can help you."
She reached out and touched Mia who was lying between her and Shad. Mia squirmed uncomfortably and continued to stare at the steaming breakfast on the table. It was not that this cat did not have breakfast, its hot goat milk
and other meals, while Shade was waiting for Miss Writer to cook, it had already been eaten by it.