In the Allyn magic tower in the City in the Sky …
Berkeley had been used to the magnificent building. He was no longer amazed by its appearance that was different from other magic towers. He only appreciated it from the bottom of his heart.
Also, the moment he saw the magic tower, Berkeley felt safe and secure. He was no longer scared. He no longer woke up from his dreams, fearing that the night watchers would find him and burn him.
"This is a paradise for sorcerers …" Closing his eyes, Berkeley remarked with mixed feelings. Then, a fire seemed to be burning in his heart. Would she still be there today?
Walking faster, he passed through the hall of the magic tower and entered the first district on the first floor where 'General Arcana Library' was located.
Many arcanists were used to reading or studying the books in the library after they borrowed them, so that they could understand what they needed as soon as possible. Therefore, the Congress of Magic had set up a "reading room" in the empty space in District One to provide the arcanists with a quiet reading space.
Later, many arcanists found that the environment here was very suitable for reading books that did not require experiments. They all came here to study.
Taking out two thick books with black covers from his magic pouch, Berkeley took a deep breath and walked into the 'Reading Room' slowly, pretending that he was going to study them carefully.
As soon as he entered, he looked towards the window, hoping to see a beautiful figure there.
"She's really here again!" Overjoyed, Berkeley couldn't help but put on a brilliant face.
Sunlight shone in through the window, quietly sprinkling on the body of a beautiful girl. She was focused and indifferent, her facial features were exquisite and peerless. Her lips were dark green, but they exuded a bewitching charm. In addition to the halo caused by the sunlight, her entire person was like a snow fairy, difficult to describe and difficult to draw.
She was the most beautiful and attractive woman that Berkeley had ever seen on the continent during his escape. So much so that he had spent most of his time in the "reading room" admiring the girl in secret, unable to free himself from her.
"No, I can't go on like this …" Berkeley said to himself, as if he had made up his mind to work harder. "Nobody knows if she will come to the Reading Room next week. After all, she barely came here before. I have to get to know her and not miss her!"
Encouraging himself, he finally made up his mind after dozens of seconds and walked to the girl with the books.
"Don't be scared. It's just a normal meeting!"
"Bring out the courage you had when you met noble ladies!"
Countless thoughts popped up in Berkeley's head. He felt that he was as weak as his heart.
The girl was so focused on the book in her hands that she did not notice Berkeley's approach as she calculated something on the draft paper now and then.
Her hair seemed to be made of ice and glittered in the sunlight. Berkeley was dazzled by the colorful halo reflected by it.
"May I sit here, honorable lady?" Berkley asked, his lips dry. Even his voice was trembling.
Swish, swish, swish. The sound of the quill brushing against the paper did not stop. This peerlessly beautiful girl did not even raise her head. She was still focused as before.
"Honorable lady, may I sit here?" Holding back his fear of turning around and leaving, Berkeley asked again.
Rustle, rustle, rustle. The pages of the book flipped, and the fairy-like girl seemed to nod her head imperceptibly.
Illusion? Berkeley thought unconfidently, but he immediately told himself that he didn't care. As long as she did not directly object, it meant that she agreed!
He carefully sat on the opposite side of the girl and stole a glance at her, only to be shocked by her delicate and unreal face again. In the meantime, he noticed that there were two badges on her magic robe, one of which was a four-star arcanist, and the other of which was a sorcerer with two black circles.
She was already a middle-rank arcanist at such a young age? Berkeley was shocked for a moment. Then, he thought quickly and tried to open his mouth.
"My lady, I've been in the Congress for years, but I've never met anyone whose arcana level is so much higher than their magic level. You are truly an arcana genius." Berkeley tried to make his smile elegant and handsome.
The girl continued writing with the quill in her hand. She did not even say a word.
Berkeley's smile froze on his face. She did not like this topic?
Therefore, he said again, "My lady, you seem to have the bloodline of snow elves, right? That's a very rare bloodline. As far as I know, it can only exist in the northland. "
Hardly had he finished his sentence when the girl suddenly raised her left hand. Berkeley was very surprised. Finally, there was a reaction!
The girl's thin eyebrows furrowed. Holding her cheek with her left hand, she unconsciously extended her index finger to her lips and touched them, but she still did not look at Berkeley or say anything.
Berkeley was attracted by the beautiful picture at first, but then he was greatly frustrated. The frustration of failure gnawed his heart deeply.
No. He could not give up just like that!
He would not have another chance if he missed it. Who knew if she was from the northland? Who knew if she would return soon?
A few minutes later, Berkeley summoned his courage again and softened his rigid smile. "My lady, I admire your concentration. I'm very curious about what you are studying."
The moment he said that, he felt like slapping himself hard, because he could see that the book before the girl was full of familiar mathematical symbols. It was not difficult for him to guess what kind of book it was.
The girl's left index finger seemed to have already reached her lips. Her eyes were focused on the draft paper, and the quill in her right hand was still moving, as if she, the book, the paper, and the ink before her were the only things left in the world. Even if they were sitting opposite her, they would still be regarded as air.
After a few more minutes of silence, Berkeley was still burning in his heart. So, he gathered himself and said, "My lady, I've read it. You seem to be studying calculus. I don't know what problems you've encountered. You can share them with us. Although I've only been in the Congress for a few years, I do know a lot about calculus. After all, it concerns the solution of spell models …"
He tried to address the girl's concerns.
Before Berkeley finished his sentence, the girl suddenly raised her head and looked at him carefully with her eyes that were as transparent as ice. His heart was shaking and he couldn't hold back anymore.
"How should the limits be strictly defined in order to avoid the previous problems? What about continuity? What about derivatives? Infinitesimal? How should they be defined mathematically in a self-consistent way … "The girl's voice was as cold and refreshing as the snowflakes in winter. She sounded very serious.
Berkeley was dumbfounded. His mouth was half open, and he could barely close it. What … What kind of questions were those? What was she studying exactly? It was … It was too horrifying!
His head seemed to have been swept by the legendary spell "Mental Storm", and he couldn't find anything. The girl looked at him attentively, and he subconsciously replied, "I … I never thought about those questions …"
The girl nodded without any disdain but only vague disappointment. She lowered her head and continued writing her thoughts.
Looking at the cold girl who was bathing in the brilliant sunlight before him, Berkeley felt that he had lost all his fighting will. She was a goddess in arcana, and he could only admire her from afar but not approach her.
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