Berkeley has become accustomed to this magnificent building and is no longer amazed by its appearance that is very different from other magic towers. He only remains fond and appreciative of it from the bottom of his heart.
Moreover, as soon as he saw this magic tower, Berkeley felt a sense of stability and stability. He was no longer afraid and no longer woke up from his dreams as he often did in the past, worried about being found by the night watchman and sent to the stake.
"This is a magician's paradise..." Berkeley closed her eyes and sighed softly, and then a fire seemed to burn in her heart. Will she still be there today?
He quickened his pace, walked through the magic tower hall, and directly entered the first area of the first floor where the "Ordinary Arcane Library" was located.
Since many arcanists are accustomed to reading or studying directly in the library after borrowing books, so that they can understand what information is missing as quickly as possible, so the Magic Council established a "reading room" in a spare area in the first district.
Provide a quiet space for arcanists to read.
Later, many arcanists found that the environment here was very suitable for reading books that did 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 them 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 extremely surprised, and her expression couldn't help but brighten.
Sunlight shines in through the window, quietly pouring on a beautiful girl. She is focused and indifferent, her facial features are exquisite, and her lips are black and blue, but they reveal an enchanting charm. Coupled with the halo caused by the sun,
The whole person is like an elf of ice and snow, which is hard to describe.
This was the most beautiful and attractive woman that Berkeley had seen across 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, we can't go on like this..." Berkeley said to himself, as if he was determined to study hard. "No one knows whether she will come to the reading room next week. After all, she has rarely come before, so she must get to know her.
She cannot be missed!"
He encouraged himself, and after dozens of seconds, he finally made up his mind and walked towards the girl with the book in hand.
"Don't be afraid, it's just a normal way to meet friends!"
"Take out the courage you had before to contact the noble lady!"
Countless thoughts emerged in Berkeley's mind, and he felt that his steps were as weak as his heart.
The girl looked at the book in her hand intently, calculating something on the scratch paper from time to time, and did not notice Berkeley's approach.
Her hair seemed to be made of ice crystals, which were clear and crystal clear in the sunlight, reflecting a faint colorful halo, which dazzled Berkeley.
"Dear Madam, can I sit here?" Berkeley asked with dry lips, feeling that his voice was trembling a little.
The rustling, rustling sound of the quill pen scratching the paper was uninterrupted. The stunningly beautiful girl didn't even raise her head, remaining focused as ever.
"Dear Madam, may I sit here?" Berkeley restrained the timidity of turning away and asked again.
There was a clatter, the book was turning, and the elf-like girl seemed to nod slightly.
Hallucination? Berkeley thought unconfidently, but he immediately told himself that it didn't matter, as long as she didn't directly object, then she agreed!
He carefully sat down opposite the girl and glanced at her secretly. He was shocked again by her exquisite and unreal face. At the same time, he noticed that there were two badges on her magic robe, a four-star arcanist badge and a two-star arcanist badge.
The magician's badge of the black circle.
Is he an intermediate arcanist at such a young age? Berkeley was shocked for a moment, and then his mind kept running, trying to understand him.
"Madam, I have been in Parliament for several years, but I have never met anyone whose arcane level is so much higher than the magic level. You are truly an arcane genius." Berkeley tried to make his smile elegant and handsome.
The girl held the quill and continued to write something without even saying "hmm".
Berkeley's smile froze on her face. She didn't like this topic?
So, he added: "Madam, you seem to have the blood of ice elves? This is a very rare blood. I remember that it can only exist in the North."
As soon as she finished speaking, the girl suddenly raised her left hand. This surprised Berkeley and she finally responded!
The girl's thin eyebrows furrowed and she held her cheek with her left hand. Her index finger unconsciously reached to her mouth and touched her lips, but she still didn't look at Berkeley or say a word.
Berkeley was first attracted by this beautiful picture, and then he felt great depression. The frustration of failure gnawed deeply into his soul.
No, can't just give up!
If you miss it, you will have no chance. Who knows if she is from the North, and who knows if she will return soon!
A few minutes later, Berkeley plucked up the courage again and softened his stiff smile: "Madam, I admire your concentration. I am very curious about what you are studying."
As soon as he said these words, he wanted to slap himself hard, because he could see that the books in front of the girl were all familiar mathematical symbols, and it was not difficult to guess what type of books they were.
The index finger of the girl's left hand seems to have been inserted into her lips a little, her eyes are focused on the draft paper, and the quill in her right hand continues to stroke, as if there is only herself and the books, paper, pen and ink in front of her in the world, and nothing else.
The existence of a person, even if he is sitting opposite her, is still regarded as air.
Berkeley remained silent for a few more minutes, feeling the heat in his heart that couldn't be extinguished, so he regained his composure and said: "Madam, I took a look and it seems that you are studying calculus. I don't know what kind of problem you have encountered. Can you tell me and let's discuss it together?
, although I have only been in the parliament 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 with what the girl was most concerned about.
Before Berkeley finished speaking, the girl suddenly raised her head and looked at him seriously with a pair of translucent ice crystal eyes, which made him shaken and unable to control himself.
"How should the limit be defined strictly to avoid the problems that occurred before? What about continuity? What about derivatives? What about infinitesimals? How should they be defined mathematically in a self-consistent manner..." The girl's voice was cold and refreshing, like snowflakes falling in winter,
His tone was full of seriousness.
Berkeley was stunned, her mouth was half-opened, and it was difficult to close it. What kind of problems are these? What on earth is she studying? It's too, too scary!
His brain seemed to have been ravaged by the legendary spell "Spiritual Storm", and nothing could be found. The girl looked at him intently and seriously, making him subconsciously answer: "I, I haven't thought about these questions... …”
The girl said "Oh" without any disdain, only a hint of disappointment, and continued to lower her head and write down her thoughts.
Looking at the cold girl bathing in the bright sunshine in front of him, Berkeley felt that his heart was so damaged that he had no fighting spirit. She was a goddess in the arcane field. She could only be seen from a distance, admired and could not get close. (To be continued. Please search Gone with the Wind. Astronomy, novels are better and updated faster!)