On the third day when the sixth group of residents arrived at the Agate Lake Camp, two residents were lucky enough to receive greetings from the exorcists.
Wei Lun and Greenwolf. The former received birthday wishes from Lu Li, while the latter Lu Li asked his niece if she wanted to come to the Land of Light.
Although people wondered how the Exorcist knew and who Greenwulf's niece was, their envy was palpable.
There are currently 352 human residents in the Agate Lake camp, enough for people to celebrate their birthdays every day, but they have never received blessings. Although few of the first four batches of residents knew their birthdays, it was even difficult for them to tell whether they were born in the third year of the strange era or in the past.
fifth year.
In any case, the camp residents celebrated Wei Lun's birthday as a holiday.
A historian said that today happens to be the birthday of Leonardo da Vinci, a famous philosopher four hundred years ago. The residents do not want to know who Leonardo da Vinci is, they just want to celebrate, laugh and praise.
From this day on, all residents are no longer haunted by nightmares: the fear of being driven away; the fear of the invasion of the night; and the despair of no longer having light.
They occasionally talk to neighbors or friends, and then they are surprised to find that the other person also has an impressive dream.
Some smart people among the residents have guessed that there is no exorcist who lives on the island in the middle of the lake as the source of nightmares. The long curse title before his name is already well known to everyone.
The residents gradually became familiar with the wonderful dreamland like dessert, and Lu Li gradually became familiar with Anna Anna's company, as if she really existed.
…
The warm afternoon sunlight shines through the windows, and the brand-new walls and desks exude the fragrance of wood.
Warm-colored hazy beams of light float like a veil over old Belfast.
There is nothing weird to break this beauty, except...
"Mitra...Mitra...Mr. Mitra!"
The knocks on the podium and the shouts brought Mitra back to her senses as she looked out the window. She saw the old scholar Vincent on the podium and the students in the classroom turning to look at him.
The embarrassment of the student days that had long been forgotten in the apocalypse returned to this middle-aged man in his thirties.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Vincent, I was just... thinking about a problem."
Mitra, who stood up to apologize, subconsciously quibbled, and then found Gale snickering in the distance. Of course he would laugh. This scene happened countless times when they were children. Sometimes it was him, sometimes it was Gale, sometimes it was Gale, and sometimes it was him.
It's Potter.
"Then have you thought of it Mr. Mitra?"
"Uh, not yet..."
"...Please sit down."
Mitra endured the embarrassing gaze and sat down, and spent the remaining ten minutes before the end of get out of class pretending to listen attentively. As for what was going on in her head, no one knew.
"That's it for alchemy. The next section is mechanics. Remember to put on your dirty clothes. You need to practice outside the school building." Vincent, who had not recovered from seasickness for almost a week in the past week, left on crutches.
Then, like all colleges, the atmosphere in the classroom becomes more relaxed as the professor leaves.
Gale, who was approaching, sat on the desk, but was pushed away by Mitra: "You are no longer a child, get your 150-pound butt away from my new desk."
"After being seriously ill, I only weighed 130 pounds." Gale shrugged and leaned on the desk and asked, "You seem to be in a bad mood."
"I can't remember at all..." Mitra rubbed his messy brown hair into a bird's nest: "I didn't know the 'alchemy potion' was so complicated... Pour half a pinch of gray night grass powder into the fermented soil
Container distillation…”
"It's mixed fermented soil and put it into a container for distillation."
Gale corrected his mistake, but he also had a deep understanding: "Admit age, we are no longer young, learning and memorizing are not suitable for us. Fortunately, the camp does not force us to master alchemy, we can choose our own
Something you are good at, or..."
"Or like Potter?" Mitra said suddenly.
"Or like Potter." Gale whispered with emotion.
After the opening of the school building, Potter seemed to be a completely different person. They had not seen him for several days, except for the mystery class. They no longer gathered together to chat, play, and talk about current affairs as before. He even gave up including alchemy.
All the courses, including studying, are spent on the occult.
He wanted to be an exorcist so bad.
"Maybe Potter can really become an exorcist." Gale said.
"How is it possible..."
The Exorcist has long become the glory and hope in people's hearts, and they never expected that they would become this glory and hope.
But Mitra, who subconsciously retorted, suddenly shut up and hesitated and turned into a sigh: "...I hope."
They decided to visit their good friend, who should be studying occultism at home at this time.
After giving up the mechanics class, which neither of them was good at, Mitra and Gale came to see Porter. When the door opened, they saw Porter with messier hair than Mitra and a haggard expression.
It had only been a few days, but he seemed to have aged several years.
"Are you okay? You should get some rest." They didn't hide their concern for their friend.
"I know, but the first test will be tomorrow afternoon. I need to get enough marks in the occult test to have a chance to become an exorcist... I will let myself rest for a day after the end." There are bloodshot eyes on the edges.
Porter returned to the room, helped them remove the chairs, and scolded the people next to him: "Shut up, Horn, the guests are here."
Horn is Potter's younger brother. He became an alien a few years ago and was kicked out of the Weena Freeze Port.
Mitra and Gale, who were following behind, looked at each other, and as they approached the table, Porter suddenly took control of him, pulled him into the bedroom and pinned him down on the bed.
"What...what are you doing?" Being sleepy made Potter's reaction slow down for a moment.
"Let you rest." Gale covered him with a quilt and wrapped him up like a cicada. "If you continue like this, your body and mind will collapse. You already have the precursors of low sanity syndrome. Once your qualifications appear,
will be taken away from you!"
In fact, no, but in order to let his friend rest, he had to lie.
Wow
Miter pulled up the curtains to block the sunlight that was shining on the bed.
"All right……"
The warmth and fatigue made Potter give up. His eyelids became heavier and heavier, and he soon fell into sleep, snoring loudly.
"He fell asleep."
Gale shook Potter but didn't wake him up, so he probably wasn't pretending to sleep.
Leaving the sleeping Potter behind, they walked out of the bedroom. Mitra picked up the book that Potter was reading: "Occult Perspectives", one of the large number of books published by Midnight City that the merchant brought back from the old sewers.
There are also "Occultism Level 1" and "Basic Knowledge" on the desktop, which are books related to occultism.
"Looks like we're going to have an exorcist show up."
Mitra smiled and helped Potter pick up the bookmarks, organize the books, and then quietly left Potter's house with Gale.
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