A violent roar penetrated the wooden door, as if there was a crazy beast inside, roaring to shatter the entire room.
The Frost Witch was neither surprised nor scared. This was the ending she had known for a long time. As the Snow Queen's closest companion, she had long heard from Dennis that Caroline came to challenge Galt and killed him.
Crushing facts.
"It's me, Villanelle."
The witch responded softly.
The sound of hurried and hurried footsteps was immediately heard in the room, accompanied by the crisp sound of glass bottles falling to the ground.
When the door was opened, the witch saw the haggard and tired face of the alchemist.
Completely different from his fresh and handsome appearance in the past, Galt was disheveled and disheveled at the moment, like a beggar who had just risen from the garbage dump.
His beard was sloppy and tangled, his hair was curly, and he exuded an unpleasant smell of alcohol.
"Sorry, I didn't know it was you...why didn't you inform me in advance that you were coming over?"
With a look of embarrassment, Galt leaned on the doorpost and explained to his "goddess" in as calm a tone as possible, trying to cover up his reckless and rough image just now.
But Villanelle already knew the inside story.
The witch scratched her long hair, stared at the drunk man in front of her, and asked softly——
"Can I come in?"
She pointed in the direction of the room.
Galt was a little embarrassed. Villanelle's arrival made him sober. He knew that the "goddess" loved to be clean. Naturally, Galt didn't want to let her enter the house at this moment and see his slovenly and slovenly appearance.
side.
"Well……"
The alchemist pursed his dry lips——
"Let's go out and chat. I'll treat you to Bells steak, Castello red wine, and wait for me for a few minutes."
After saying that, I wanted to get back and close the door.
But Villanelle grabbed the door handle with one hand.
Without waiting for Galt to refuse, he squeezed in directly.
Everything in the room was in disarray. Although all the furniture had been replaced, the floor and tables were littered with empty wine bottles. Obviously, the mage yelled at the servants, otherwise there should be no one to clean up.
The windows were closed tightly, causing the smell of alcohol in the room to linger.
For a moment, Villanelle couldn't help but cover her mouth and nose.
"Feel sorry……"
The scene in front of him made Galt a little at a loss. His most sloppy and dirty side was now displayed directly in front of the "goddess" he was pursuing.
"Uh...listen to me..."
Galt walked behind Villanelle, with a look of resentment but pretending to be calm.
"Let's get this garbage cleared out first."
The witch did not listen to his explanation, but directly interrupted Galt's words without even giving him a chance to explain. This made Galt's heart sink to the bottom.
He tried to save his image and hurriedly cleaned up himself first.
After the servants cleaned up the room, Villanelle found a clean place to sit down.
"There's no need to hide it, I've heard it all..."
The witch's words made Galt's heart freeze.
"So, everyone in Ice Academy knows?"
Geert asked in embarrassment. He wanted to know, but was afraid of being embarrassed, but now that the matter was at this point, there was no shame left.
"No, only a few people know about it. Dean Caroline is very measured in her actions. She even told the witch apprentices not to trouble you if nothing happens."
Galt stared at Villanelle, obviously not daring to believe her words. If Caroline does this, then she will come to me for a duel... Is it really just a simple warning?
"Don't think too much. The dean is not as narrow-minded as you think. It's you who are too flamboyant."
"I……"
Galt was about to explain, but was interrupted again by Villanelle——
"I'm not here to listen to your explanation. It's normal to be defeated. You've only been here for a short time. It would be strange if you defeated the chief mage of Kislev in such a short time."
With that said, he was going to check Galt's wounds.
Such a strong contrast made Galt unable to adapt. He froze on the spot, not knowing what to do.
So, does the reaction of the goddess in front of me mean that she has accepted me?
Otherwise, she came here specifically to care about me?
Galt was thinking wildly in his mind. Villanelle's cold fingers had already pushed back the fine hair on his forehead and was carefully examining the wound.
"It's just frostbite."
"The director's attack was really measured. If it were deeper, you would have left permanent scars. If it was shallower, you might have to resist a little longer."
With that said, he took out the potion from the bag.
Although she was concerned, Villanelle's words unintentionally hurt the alchemist's sensitive heart.
The pride and glory of the past are gone forever, and what is left is only the cruel reality, that is - I, Galt, am not a peerless genius, but an ordinary person...
Looking at Villanelle's calm and unruffled gaze, Galt felt extremely disappointed. He was supposed to be the idol worshiped by girls and the hero praised by citizens. But now, he even encountered
Witch apprentices have to go around...
"Villanelle, I..."
The alchemist lowered his head and hesitated to speak. He looked at Villanelle, and an unspeakable sense of inferiority arose spontaneously.
"What do you want to say?"
The witch applied the ointment to the wound on his face, then handed the potion to him and asked him to drink it himself.
There was no hand-feeding, which made Galt a little disappointed, but if you think about it carefully, maybe the relationship between them has not reached that point.
Geert took the medicine and drank it obediently.
He sighed deeply and stared into Villanelle's bright and somewhat deep eyes.
"I... feel like I'm useless."
He sighed dejectedly.
"I said, this is not your problem. Caroline is the principal and represents the most powerful magic in Kislev. If you defeat her now, there will be something wrong with you."
Villanelle blinked and comforted softly. However, the mage was still disappointed and a little anxious.
He raised his head, stared at the witch, and said anxiously——
"I can't find my direction."
"What?"
the witch asked.
"I mean - I can't find a direction to work on."
"Why do you say that?"
"There is nothing I can learn here. Everything needs to be studied by myself..."
"Mechanical, metal transformation, magic... all of these require me to specialize in them, and I don't even have a teacher. I want to go back to further my studies..."
He finally plucked up the courage to speak out his true thoughts. Although it has the best material conditions here, Kislev is completely blank when it comes to metal magic. If he wants to improve, he must return to the Imperial Altdorf Academy of Magic.
"Teacher? Do you think that every magician needs a teacher to take care of and teach him in order to improve and go further and further?"
Villanelle stared at the "trash" in front of her and asked coldly.
This question left Galt speechless. He wanted to refute, but his quick mind quickly realized that this was not a question. Villanelle must have been prepared for it.
Indeed, the witch soon picked up the conversation——
"The mage Ms. Caroline who just defeated you two days ago has never been taught by anyone. If she has to say that she has, she was trained for a period of time at the Kislev Magic Academy in her youth. I am
Having walked out of it, I know the real situation there. There is very little time to study, and more, the students have grown up in cruel trials and fights. Caroline never returned after she turned eighteen.
Instead, she went to the Magic Academy and followed her husband Rhodes all the way to the north and south. Over the past ten years, she improved her abilities through actual combat, and finally relied on her power to sit as the dean of the Magic Academy."
"I know, what you want to say requires basic knowledge."
Galt was about to retort, but was interrupted again by Villanelle——
"Yes, that knowledge is also very important. Some spell books record eternal knowledge. However, this knowledge is not something you can get if you want to."
"Knowledge is wealth and power, and this kind of power cannot be obtained easily."
"The deans, elders, and leaders control these powers. If you want to obtain them, unless you are from their family, or you are very rich..."
"You should understand this without me having to say more. Otherwise, why did you come all the way from the empire to Elengrad to raise funds?"
The witch's words made Geert feel sad. Indeed, she touched his sore spot.
The Imperial Academy of Magic holds the most core and highest-quality resources, but that knowledge and those resources only belong to a few noble wizards. For decades, the Imperial Academy of Magic has recruited students every year, but the apprentices admitted, if you study carefully, all
They are from several big families...
Even if you have mediocre qualifications and are born stupid, as long as you are a member of their family, you can still get in through various means. But outsiders, even geniuses, can hardly touch the gate of the academy...
Or, use money...
Galt knew that he had nothing. So he came to Kislev in the first place and wanted to make the first pot of gold to knock on the door of the Imperial Academy of Magic.
"Feel sorry."
Perhaps feeling that her words were too sharp, Villanelle instinctively lowered her head and softly comforted the lost young wizard in front of her.
It is also possible that he will still be her husband in the future.
"It's okay... you just pointed out the problem for me..."
Galt waved his hand and looked out the window with confusion.