That night, Ye Sewei and Dean Hall met at the entrance of the Central Library. People were passing by at the entrance of the Central Library. Countless students from the Demon Academy and the War Academy came in and out carrying thick books, but no one noticed the station.

Dean Hall at the door.

Obviously, this dean only showed his affection to Ye Sewei.

Ye Sewei secretly observed Dean Hall's position and aura, frowned slightly, and determined that it was a level that she could not reach at the moment. After being a little depressed, she quickly cheered up. There was no reason why the teacher didn't give him any advice.

The student teaches real practical things. From her point of view, this hidden aura is great. If she has the opportunity, she must shamelessly ask for advice.

The smiling and slovenly old man's eyes seemed to have understood everything. He didn't ask any questions and just led Ye Sewei directly into the door of the library and then walked up the spiral staircase.

Judging from the appearance, the Central Library is by no means as high as the temple, but Ye Sewei walked on the almost endless and long spiral staircase for half an hour, and the same white steps and golden outlines were all the same when going forward and backward, and there was even a kind of

After feeling confused about the way forward and home, I couldn't help but have huge questions in my heart.

But Dean Hall had no intention of stopping, and her physical strength was enough to support her to continue walking, so she followed Dean Hall silently.

"Oh, if I don't say anything, do you really plan to walk with me to the dark side?" After who knows how long, Ye Sewei was almost lost in the extreme contrast of black and white, and Dean Hall finally

Asked.

Ye Sewei was startled by the sudden sound. She was stunned for a moment before picking up her thoughts that had drifted to who knows where. However, she did not understand what Dean Hall meant: "A road leading to darkness?"

Dean Hall looked back at her: "I won't tell you where I'm going, and you won't ask?"

Ye Sewei was stunned. She really didn't expect to ask.

There was real surprise in her eyes, and this surprise made Dean Hall sigh. He stopped, put his hands behind his back, and looked down from the steps a few steps higher, but there was nothing condescending about it.

The scrutiny was more intense: "Aren't you afraid that I'll sell you?"

"Can you?" Ye Sewei looked up at the little old man in front of her and blinked.

"Is your trust always so unconditional?" Dean Hall looked at her.

Of course, Ye Sewei understood that Dean Hall would not ask any meaningless questions. Although she did not understand why he asked suddenly, she still thought about it carefully before responding: "The choice of trust is made by me."

, now that I have made a decision, I will naturally not regret it. I trust you, teacher, and you have the final say on where to go."

There was a look of satisfaction in Dean Hall's eyes: "Even if this road leads to the Thorny Mist?"

Ye Sewei was stunned: "Really, really? What is behind the thorn fog? Last time Morpheus and I passed by together, I always felt that there was something sealed behind the thorn fog. Those white mist...

…”

She thought of the mist that formed after the tentacled ones were killed in the Latu area, and the dark condensed mist that she stuffed into the belly of the mechanical villain. She hesitated for a moment, and then asked

: "What's the use of that white mist?"

Dean Hall just made a casual analogy, but he didn't expect Ye Sewei to ask so many questions by inferences. He paused and looked slightly weird: "There are many uses. To be precise, the essence of those mist is a

The weapons can be seen so clearly with the naked eye only because they are condensed together."

Ye Sewei recalled the overwhelming fog, and it was obvious that what she saw was just a corner of the fog, and this fog... was actually a weapon?

She had thought about many possibilities, but she had never guessed the answer.

Because she couldn't even imagine what it would be like when the mist dissipated and became some kind of mist again.

"Is that... a power that humans can control?" Ye Sewei murmured.

"Of course not." Dean Hall rolled his eyes without hesitation: "Didn't you already think of it? Of course it is the power of the gods."

"But why did the god condense his mist and gather it all in the thorn fog?" Ye Sewei subconsciously continued. Once she knew this, she almost blurted out the following words: "The gods also have to spend so much money.

The strength...could it be related to other gods?"

Dean Hall gave her a meaningful look, without comment, and casually changed the subject: "It's possible that this road will lead to Hessidicher."

Sure enough, Ye Sewei's thoughts were instantly attracted. She opened her eyes suddenly: "Really?"

Dean Hall just wanted to change the subject. After achieving his goal, he drooped his eyelids and said with a smile: "Fake."

Ye Sewei:......?

"This path just wants to tell you that whether you take the magic path or the warrior path, the process is the same as walking here." Dean Hall said lightly: "Endless climbing, endless repetition, loneliness, dizziness

, the end is far away, there is no scenery, no company, nothing along the way.”

Dean Hall suddenly said these words so seriously. Ye Sewei was shocked by the depth of the words. She stood silently, deliberately and subconsciously refuting Dean Hall. Her journey may have been really difficult.

, but not alone.

From the maids from Hyjal's Mansion who I met here, to the classmates who came to Agamand Central College such as Belair, as well as Evelyn, Virginia and others I met here, or those who attended classes

Teachers... all the people who formed her social circle did not make her feel lonely.

But is she really not lonely?

This issue cannot be dwelled upon.

If you think about it carefully, you will fall into some kind of weird circle, especially since Ye Sewei's nature does not belong to this world, and because she is burdened with the plot of the original book and a certain obsession to go back, she squeezes all her time just to rewrite it.

How can people who are destined to have time to really maintain relationships and communicate with others?

Of course her days are slightly different, but even going to the Latu area to do tasks is essentially just a way to become stronger. As she works hard to continue upgrading this path, these things that originally felt fresh

The task will eventually become boring repetition and repetition. Indeed, as Dean Hall said, this road has always been an endless climb.

She lowered her eyes: "Does it have to be like this?"

Dean Hall looked at her with a smile, his expression was warm, but his eyes were indeed cold. Of course he didn't say this out of nowhere. This was always something he had to say to his direct students.

No matter which path you take, in the end you will end up alone.

Your first companions may betray you, they may alienate you forever because they cannot catch up with you, they may fall while pursuing the same path as you, no matter how beautiful the scenery is, it will become dim if you see it too much.

At the end of the road, only yourself is left.

Dean Hall raised his lips inexplicably: "Dang..." Then.

"Of course not." Another voice suddenly rang.

Dean Hall was stunned for a moment, and looked back angrily at the person who interrupted his rare moment of seriousness.

Ye Sewei suddenly raised her head.

A man in black clothes with a familiar face was sitting on a few steps higher at some point. He raised his hands to rest on his bent knees, looked at her with a smile on his chin, met Ye Sewei's eyes looking at her in astonishment, and repeated

Said: "Of course not."

At this moment, Ye Sewei had a lot to say, but all her words were lost in Morpheus's gaze. She wanted to ask why not, wanted to ask why he said that, wanted to refute that he was the favored one by the gods,

How could it be compared with someone like her who was still struggling with her own destiny? But she felt there was no need to say anything.

He said of course not, she would definitely not be lonely.

He has the confidence to say such a thing, which is both a rebuttal and a promise.

Just like what she said to Dean Hall at the beginning, trust is her choice. She has no reason to trust Dean Hall to lead her to the unknown end, but she does not trust the people who have fought side by side with her.

Morpheus's words were so serious.

...Of course, it might be far-fetched to say they were fighting side by side. She was probably holding back and winning at the same time.

As she was thinking this way, Dean Hall jumped up. He was so angry that his beard was crooked. He walked up angrily and cursed: "What are you doing here? Who allowed you to come? Here?"

This is my domain! Mine! Do you think this is your backyard? Come and leave whenever you want!"

Ye Sewei suddenly came back to her senses.

This is Dean Hall's... domain?

She looked around again in surprise. She originally thought this was some kind of magical space expanded from the central library, but she didn't expect that she actually stepped into Dean Hall's domain?!

The little old man stood near Morpheus in a few steps. He was obviously Morpheus's teacher, but he did not stand higher than him. Instead, he stopped several steps away from Morpheus's height.

He stopped and continued to curse. The latter didn't refute a word, but just smiled and looked at Dean Hall nonchalantly, with a "you can scold me as you please" attitude.

Ye Sewei found it funny, but also secretly frightened.

Even if she didn't know it when she first started school, she knows enough now that Dean Hall stands at the top of the entire Modian continent's warriors, and his combat power is as high as the ceiling. When a warrior reaches a certain level, he can also expand.

field, and Morpheus... just entered Dean Hall's field majestically and directly.

And looking at Dean Hall's reaction just now, he didn't even seem to notice it!

How strong are the gods' favored ones?

She thought about using mist as a weapon again, and for a moment she felt shuddering at such unimaginable power.

Dean Hall got tired after scolding for a while, and closed the field with a glare.

Only then did Ye Sewei realize that she was back on the stairs of the Central Library. Dean Hall waved his hand at her with a cold snort: "Why don't you follow me quickly?"

"Where's Morpheus?" She looked around in surprise, but found that there was no sign of that man at all.

"I drove her away." Dean Hall looked at her for a while. Maybe the teaching just now was suddenly interrupted by a kick. He was in a really bad mood, so he suddenly said in a strange way: "No, no, no.

Isn’t it, what? I really want to see him?”

Ye Sewei never expected that Dean Hall would suddenly say such a thing, and was quite at a loss.

Before she could think of what to say, Dean Hall suddenly gave a childish sneer.
Chapter completed!