"Sorry, may I ask, what is the crystallization of wisdom?"

Xia De resisted the huge pressure and asked softly, feeling that his head was becoming more and more numb.

The **** of the lake said softly:

"The fruit of your wisdom. Maybe it's a sentence, maybe an article, maybe a book, maybe an invention. Bring your wisdom crystallization and prove your wisdom."

"Require originality?"

Xia De asked again, God shook his head slightly:

"In the third era, I proposed this test to mortals, and the alchemist refined a Philosopher's Stone on the spot. Yes, the Philosopher's Stone."

He looked at Shad.

"Oh~"

Shad heard Miss Teresa sigh softly.

"Miss Violet, can you make a Philosopher's Stone?"

Xia De asked the big witch beside him, but the latter gave him a blank look and didn't answer at all. So he asked Mademoiselle Teresa again, who answered in a trembling voice before he could speak:

"If I can make the Philosopher's Stone, do I need to worry about my graduation thesis?"

What she said makes sense, but it also means that in addition to unique innovations, more difficult skills can also be regarded as "wisdom crystallization".

Since none of the three had the ability to rub the Philosopher's Stone with their hands, this visit could only end temporarily, and then return to the camp to think of a way before responding to God's test.

Xia De explained to the **** that the three of them would come back soon, and the **** smiled and signaled that they could leave.

Miss Teresa was still supported by Shad. Although Miss Violet was pale, she could still walk by herself. The big witch, who was almost unable to hold on, quickly led Xia De out of the calm lake on the first floor of the tower.

After the door closed automatically, Miss Violet gasped and grabbed Shad's other arm, and it took her a long time to recover.

When I raised my head again, I felt that the broken hair on my forehead was sticking to my skin with sweat. She wanted to care about the companions around her, but found that Xia De looked fine except for the blood on his face that hadn't been wiped off:

"Are you really human?"

The Witch Emperor claimed to be well-informed, but the short half-hour experience still surprised her.

Xia De counted the time, he was about to leave:

"Just now, I only doubted my gender, but now I have started to doubt my race?"

"The [Night Watchman] at your feet can only confirm that you are not an evil existence, and cannot assume your race."

The witch who recovered a little bit said that Xia De didn't want to talk too much on this topic, he really didn't have time:

"What about God's test?"

"Let's go back to the camp and check what's in our hands. It's really bad. Before I came to Lost Lake, I didn't expect to encounter this kind of situation. I thought God's test would be a puzzle or a duel. ..."

Miss Violet said, and Miss Teresa also nodded, and said to Shad:

"Sir, I won't say much if I thank you. Your... performance just now is really surprising. Please tell me your opinion."

"If I want to show personal wisdom, and if it is the crystallization of wisdom, I want to write a thesis, or make an invention that has never been done before, at least it is easier than making the Philosopher's Stone with our bare hands."

Shard said, and Mademoiselle Teresa agreed:

"I think so too, but this kind of invention must be innovative. Even if it overlaps with the work of the predecessors, it must have its own innovation."

Miss Violet thought for a moment:

"The luggage on us may not be the crystallization of our own wisdom, so let's make some attempts. I plan to improve the potion. There have been at least 7 revisions of the basic potion 'Fire Resistance Potion'. I will try it. , whether there is an eighth direction of improvement."

"I happen to be writing my graduation thesis, so I will finish the third chapter here first."

Miss Teresa hesitated before speaking.

"Why chapter three?"

Shad asked curiously, Miss Teresa let go of Shad's arm, and explained to him with some annoyance:

"The first chapter is the introduction, the second chapter is the theoretical research results, and the third chapter really involves valuable content."

After what happened just now, her attitude towards Xia De is obviously better:

"At first I thought I could leave the academy to take risks outside, and there were good reasons to postpone the writing time. I didn't expect to end up writing a thesis in such a bad environment without a desk. If I had known this kind of thing earlier, I might as well have stayed In the college, in my single dormitory, writing a thesis while looking at the sea view from the window. After this trip back, I will definitely be laughed at by my tutor.”

Miss Violet seemed to be amused, she looked at Shad again:

"You seem to have a mind of your own?"

"Yes, I plan to write a thesis on the direction of advanced mathematics, but the specific content needs to be considered."

"Advanced mathematics? I didn't expect you to be a scholar."

The big witch was more and more surprised by Xia De:

"However, I want to know your past story first. You said just now that you have visited the gods many times, so it is not a lie. After leaving the Lost Lake, are you interested in visiting me? I can guarantee your life's glory Wealthy."

She was thoroughly interested in Shad.

"This story is very long, I think I can tell it next time. In addition, I also want to learn from you about the current situation in the material world."

Xia De said, looking at the thick fog around the tower:

"I probably... I don't know when I'll be back, but next time I come back, I'll bring my papers with me."

He waved his hand, Miss Teresa looked at him suspiciously, and Miss Violet frowned and said:

"What are you doing?"

"I think I have to go."

Shad turned to look at the tower again:

"I can't stay in this place for too long, now, I'm going back."

While talking, the two ladies saw the white mist around them sweeping towards this handsome young man, enveloping him like a giant cocoon.

"leave?"

Miss Teresa was startled, and she reached out to grab his arm, but found that her hand passed through his body, as if passing through a phantom.

"Sure enough, you are not the same as us."

Miss Violet snorted. Although the Witch Emperor doesn't know what Shade is, at least she understands his position:

"Next time you come over, remember to bring red wine, we've consumed too much wine."

"No problem, I hope we can finally complete God's three tests. By the way, Miss Violet, don't forget to pick up your hat."

He waved goodbye to the witches, the white mist completely enveloped him, and the wind from unknown sources caused the mist to revolve around Shad.

Miss Teresa still wanted to say something, but when the swirling fog stopped and spread evenly around, Shad, who was standing in front of the tower, had disappeared.

The young witch blinked:

"Your Majesty, what happened just now shouldn't be a hallucination?"

Miss Violet hesitated for a moment before nodding:

"I don't think so."

Saying that, he didn't take the lead to pick up his hat, but pulled out the [Night Watchman] on the ground. Holding the hilt of the sword, he was startled suddenly, and it took a full three seconds to recover.

"What's wrong?"

Miss Teresa was startled, but saw the Witch Emperor looking at the long sword in his hand hesitantly:

"I once told you that this sword can carry on the battle memory of the heroes of the past."

"Yes."

"I have used this sword many times, but just now, when I touched it, there was an extra memory of fighting the undead. Yes, the overwhelming undead came from all directions. I saw someone using this sword Ritual sword, sweeping the undead army with [sun rays]. Although the power is not strong, the skill is indeed commendable."

"Aren't there too many strange things that happened today?"

Miss Teresa sighed softly, Miss Violet thought for a while, and suddenly asked:

"Do you still remember the stories passed down from generation to generation by the students of the Three Great Book Academy?"

"You mean, those absurd college legends?"

Miss Teresa nodded. She has not yet graduated and knows a lot about these stories:

"There are many stories. For example, some ancient witches did not die but slept somewhere."

"Pure lies, witches are also mortals, and mortals are mortal."

"If you violate the curfew at night, you will be taken away by the discipline department of the college and taken into the basement...for punishment."

"Young girls always like to think wildly, but in fact they were just taken to the observatory to blow the cold wind all night."

"The three major thaumaturgy academies all contain the secrets of gods."

"Partly true, but that's also just some forbidden knowledge."

"Cheating in exams will always be caught, and no one will ever get away with it."

"Of course someone has succeeded, and I... go on."

The Witch Emperor blushed and skipped the topic.

"When young witches are in danger, God will send a kind, brave, upright, beautiful lady with a great figure to save those kind-hearted girls."

Miss Teresa said, and Miss Violet sighed:

"Yes, this is it."

The former hesitated for a moment, his eyes puzzled:

"Isn't this the cranky thinking of young girls in adolescence? I admit that when I was just entering school, I thought about similar things."

"Of course, this is just nonsense, similar to those unclean storybooks circulated in the academy, but there is also a part of the truth, but the initial rumors are really appalling. I only heard this story when I visited St. Byrons .The original saying is not that there is a lady with a great figure, but that when the witch encounters a **** and encounters difficulties, a strange man will appear from the fog and give a helping hand."

Miss Violet paused for a moment, looking at the long sword in her hand:

"Men are like excrement in our eyes, so the original legend was quickly distorted, and no one ever thought it was true..."

"Are we experiencing a true legend?"

The tenth grade witch asked in disbelief:

"If I use this experience to write a thesis~lightnovelpub.net~ maybe..."

"After you leave Lost Lake, you can't keep much memory, and most of the records in your hands will be lost. But even if you still remember him, don't leave any records, yes, any records."

Miss Violet said with a serious face, Miss Teresa was taken aback for a moment, then nodded unwillingly:

"Yes, aunt."

They are distant relatives.

"Go back, the way back to the camp is not easy. However, I'm really curious what kind of surprise that gentleman will bring when he returns."

As she spoke, she waved to the hat on the ground, and the hat flew into her hand automatically. Suddenly he frowned again, and asked Miss Teresa suspiciously:

"Speaking of which, why didn't we ask his name?"