Estheus' feet finally touched the ground.

He had been drifting in the endless darkness, like a log about to decay, his consciousness peeling apart and sinking one by one between the ups and downs, and then regrouping in the deepest depths of the darkness, and finally ...... Got back here.

Overhead, there was a pale sky, a pitch-black sun hanging, and the abyss-like colors completely swallowed up the sense of distance, as if it was far away and as if it were extremely close. Surrounded by a series of stone pillars, arranged in a strict sequence, like a strict army spread out over the vast ground, at the end of the line of sight meets the white sky.

Essho knew where he was, and he turned slowly.

A statue of Yunomia, the goddess of order, stood not far in front of Estheu, her uncarved face silently "staring" at him. A snow-white lynx crept at the foot of the statue, licking the rough toes of the goddess of order flatteringly. It was a true beast of prey, stronger than the wolf Esher had encountered on the Vaal Snowfield, with two sudden, shiny fangs sticking out of the upper jaw, and it was not difficult to imagine how cruel the pair of sharp teeth were when they pierced into the body of their prey. However, this beast is now as well-behaved as a domestic pet, its posture is pressed to the lowest, and its belly and limbs are completely in line with the ground. Its fur was disheveled, its nose was blue and its face was swollen, its eyes were cracked, and it seemed to have been ridden by someone and punched with old fists.

Estheu's palms sank, and he suddenly realized that the battle axe captured from Wolfberg was in his hand. An inexplicable force drove Essho's feet, and he involuntarily walked towards the Statue of Order. A low whimper came out of the lynx's throat, spontaneously making room for Aeshu.

Eshua stood still in front of the idol, and the tomahawk raised his hand, hovering above the scales in the left hand of the goddess of order. Eshu let go of finger by finger—

Bang dang!

The tomahawk landed heavily, the handle of the axe as if it were about to tear a piece of flesh from his palm as it fell. Eshua opened his eyes.

His whole body was wrapped in a dark red mud cocoon, and Eshu slowly struggled with his hands and feet, and the mud cocoon broke with his movements, and the fragments fell off "staggeringly", and finally completely disintegrated. Eshua rolled over and got out of bed, almost falling to the ground, stumbling for a moment before settling his footing. He didn't know how long he had been lying in bed, and it was as if his limbs didn't belong to him at the moment. Ai Xiu held on to the bed and slowly paced a few laps before he could barely get rid of the indescribable feeling of strangeness. He was in a completely unfamiliar room, the floor and walls were made of stone bricks of the same material, and the pattern of the brick gaps was monotonous and boring, except for the wide open wooden door that added a little color to the gloomy space. Estheu's palm was still burning with pain, and he raised his right hand in front of him to look at it, crimson blood covering almost the entire palm, and the axe handle tore off a large piece of congealed blood as it fell. Estheus picked up the tomahawk and cautiously stepped out of the room. In the walkway outside the stone room, the flaming torch goes up the stairs, and the stairs below escape into the darkness that cannot be seen. After hesitating for a few seconds, Eshu followed the guidance of the firelight, and after passing through a door, his vision suddenly opened up, and the shelves like fortresses stood in front of him, almost level with the ceiling, and the splints were densely filled with books. There was a ladder next to the bookshelf for easy climbing, but there was no one around, probably because of a cordon in front of the door.

When he crossed the second blockade, he saw a number of scholars in gray robes, taking a book from the shelf, standing there and looking through it, or finding a nearby chair to sit down and read it. Some scholars took a ladder to get the books from the heights, and those who also needed it waited patiently under the ladder, and the upper and lower parts were in order; Occasionally, a scholar hurriedly passed by Estheu, glancing at him and ignoring him. Estheu realized that he was close to naked, wearing only a pair of shorts on top and bottom, like a reckless man, and the battle axe in his hand made him even more out of place with his surroundings. Essho couldn't help but quicken his pace, wanting to leave early, and he even took a photo with Luciana on the way, but she didn't notice Aeshu at all, and just buried her face in a thick old book. She didn't look at the road under her feet at all, but she didn't worry about bumping into the tables and chairs, and she was obviously familiar with the furnishings here.

Essiu walked through the corridor in the direction of the flow of people, and then entered the auditorium, and walked to the door of the auditorium, Eshua lost his mind slightly, standing outside the door to resist the gray tide as if it only happened not long ago, what time is it now? How long did he stay in bed again? Someone pushed open the door of the auditorium, and Damus held a large bowl of steaming soup in his hand, and the two looked at each other, and they were both stunned for a moment.

"It saved me a lot of effort and drank this bowl of soup. It's a little hot, and the temperature is just right for you. Dams handed the bowl to Estheu, who took it and drank it slowly. You must have seen the library of Wang Li Academy, and the dean greeted him in advance, saying what should he do if a fierce man wearing only shorts and carrying a big axe appeared in the library. Estheu listened in silence. The soup didn't taste good, I don't know what ingredients were used to cook it, it was indeed a little hot, but it didn't matter to Esher, after the stomach and intestines adjusted to the temperature, Eshy's swallowing action became rapid, and the Adam's apple rolled sharply, until the bottom of the bowl was facing the sky, and then it was handed back to Damus. Damus took the bowl: "The dean told you to go to his dwelling when you wake up, and wait there if he is not there." Do you know the way? ”

Eshu nodded and walked out of the auditorium. Dams watched him leave the courtyard and let out a sigh of relief, for half a month he had been in charge of taking care of the unconscious Estheau, not even a medical servant. Fortunately, Eixiu's physical condition made him more worry-free, and the food was always only in and out, otherwise it would be a torture to dispose of excrement in that confined environment. Although Dams did not delay the affairs of the academy because of this, there was always a burden on his shoulders, and he could stay in the library for a while, he had been itching for a long time when he had read a tome about desert plants. Dams beckoned, and a medical servant ran up to him to take the bowl from him. Dams made his way to the library behind the auditorium in good spirits, and on the way he suddenly remembered that he didn't seem to have prepared a set of clothes for Esthe.

But...... It should be fine, right? This time is the time of class, and not many people will be walking around the academy, so it should not cause any unnecessary disturbances.

The door to the dean's residence was hidden, and Eshu hesitated in front of the door for a moment, then pushed it open and walked in. There was no one in the room, so Esher sat down at his desk and waited quietly. This small room has only a small bed, a desk, and two bookshelves. Manuscripts were stacked on the desk, except for ink and quills, and there were no books on the shelves, only stacks of heavy manuscript paper that had not been bound into volumes. Estheu's gaze swept over the desk, caught by a sketch. The object was the wolf axe in his hand, the painter's brushstrokes were so delicate that even the mottled blood stains around the handle of the axe were perfectly restored by alternating black and white blocks, and the hand with which Eschu held the handle of the axe was also drawn into it, and the green tendons that were as tight as a bowstring under the cortex were clearly preserved on the parchment. Eshu read slowly the text next to the sketch: "The wolf axe seized by Esher Baranduk from the third generation of the Wolf of Omen, suspected to be the possession of the first Wolf of Omen, was reforged by the hands of a blacksmith. There is a very small note at the end: "It is not the handwriting of Aziz, and the style of craftsmanship is not like that of Pander, but even more so different from that of Metenheim. The lower part of the parchment is accompanied by an original drawing of an old axe, as rugged as the evidence of Urvet that Esher once held, but with a very ancient majesty, and there is also a line of text next to the wolf axe, "Stored in Ryan, it was stolen and determined to have fallen into the hands of the Heretics of the North." ”

"Dean, when will I get back to Fesdena?" Someone was talking outside the door.

"It makes no difference if Fesdena has you or not, and he won't charge half a dinar less in taxes, or are you suddenly willing to take care of the internal affairs of the fiefdom?"

"I'd rather deal with those trivial things than be a professor in Wang Li College, not to mention that little girl is only interested in knowledge, so the dean shouldn't be difficult."

"You think I don't know?" "Luna is so eager to study that she stays up late at every turn." I'm worried that her body won't be able to carry it. Poinbru is different from Isos, and there is no maid to take care of him all day and night. ”

"Okay, so what do you think?"

"Take some time out of the evening to exercise her, so that she is so tired that she has no energy to stay up late, so she can only sleep. Standardize your work and rest first, and then slowly strengthen your training. ”

"Huh? It's going to take at least three months, right? What if there is war on the border during this period? ”

"Don't make a fuss, Sarion and the Empire have suffered a big defeat in the Plains of Callindern and the Desert of Daxia respectively, and Fieldsway's side seems to be engaged in infighting again, and do you think we Livingston still have the strength to attack everywhere after fighting the Misty Mountain tribe? Not to mention three months, whoever uses the knife within half a year will not be cleaned up. ”

As she spoke, Estelle and Brochette stepped onto the threshold, the former seeing Esher sitting behind her desk at first glance, and she stopped in front of Brochette with an arrow, "Who are you?" ”