Syllable.

Shure closed the book, got up from the ground, and seemed to have only now noticed the open door in front of him, and walked in silently without surprise or exploration in his eyes.

What a deception?

Shul stepped into the darkness, and in fact there was only endless darkness around him—the hallway he had just stayed in, reflected "outside the door," like a light-colored painting on a pitch-black screen—and the painting was covered.

The world was completely plunged into darkness.

"Who are you?" suddenly a voice sounded in the darkness—an ethereal female voice, emotionless, beautiful and mechanical.

"Shure. Shul replied lightly.

"I haven't heard of your name—the Stone never told me your name. The voice paused for a moment before he said, "What race are you from?" ”

"The Golden Dog Clan. ”

......

"You ......"

"I'm sorry, I'm trying to find someone. Shure interrupted the voice, his eyes were dazzling—in such darkness, it was able to illuminate everything, and to "illuminate" the surroundings with a warm, but in fact strong, light—the darkness began to flow like a river.

Shul felt the environment become clearer, and the voice rang in his ears again: "There is something in you that I can't understand—then I will give you a 'gift', a prophecy." ”

"Please say, thank you. Shul said—he had faintly seen the outline of the objects in this room.

"Fire is destruction, but it is also hope. ”

- What kind of snakeskin prophecy is this?

Shure didn't speak, the voice had faded as the darkness, and when everything became clear, he found himself in a library.

The school building sometimes houses some archives - not all classified things, of course, but documents that are rarely accessed.

Shul raised his head and watched the lamp inlaid with colorful glass pieces on the top of the book for a long time, and the soft light illuminated the bookshelves.

These are actually archives.

The sound just now? Shul thought for a moment, but didn't think about it any more.

Instead, he noticed something - he looked at the label on the shelf and saw that it read "1554 Admission File of the Department of Theory".

It was the year that Goldfinch entered school.

As if it were about the Golden Finch, Shul would become a different person, a little naïve, a little concerned, and then curious—he inevitably reached out his hand, and when he first came across the stack of materials, perhaps because of an accident caused by his own trance, one or two files floated to his feet.

The first one is Jolina's - her photo of her school looks bright.

It was the girl who gave the impression she always made.

Shure picked up the file and found that the one below was Goldfinch's—the picture of Goldfinch also showed her usual impression, cold, unkind, unforgiving, harsh—

Name: Teresa

Gender: Female

Date of birth: 12th of the Misty Month, 1538

Place of Birth: South - Elk Stream

Current place of residence: Transit place

Guardian: (Relationship: brother and sister) Hester Santa Fes

Sirise became a miracle Santa Fes in 1537 and had lived for a few years in transit before that - but no one had ever heard of the Santa Fes marrying, and it was strange to think that she gave birth to Teresa the Goldfinch the following year after she became Santa Fes.

I'm really curious about what happened to Goldfinch's father, and her poor relationship with her mother.

Shul took a deep breath and silently jotted them down, then put them all back.

Finally walked to the room door.

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The goldfinch felt like she was sinking into something.

It felt like drowning, not drowning—but just as uncomfortable, just as discontent that swelled in her heart until the end......

Click......

......

"Let them be so arrogant, I have long wanted to teach them a lesson...... Hum. Somewhere in the teaching building, the "mastermind" who had been observing everything that was happening had some smugness and anger in his voice, "What kind of demon goldfinch, when you encounter such magic, you still can't find the key to solving it...... Huh......"

Click!

Two things happened in one moment.

First of all—the white shadows that wrapped the goldfinch were suddenly torn apart—in some dim circumstances, her attack seemed insignificant, but the end was fatal—the white shadows were torn apart in an instant, and there was no possibility of any struggle.

The people who watched all this were amazed, but she couldn't care about the others now.

Because, a red dagger was on her neck.

"I thought someone was scheming about me, but I didn't expect it to be you. Jolina's relaxed and leisurely voice, every sentence made her feel heartbroken, "Galiye, no......"

"You can't do it......" Galier burst into flames.

"Don't move. My hand is unsteady, but this dagger is steady, don't you always think you have good eyes......" Jolina warned her.

The man was indeed Galier—a pretty face, beautiful eyes, but an unpleasant personality and temper—which was purely Jolina's own summing, but to some extent reflected the thoughts of others.

"How could you...... You obviously ......" Galier was silent for a moment, but still spoke reluctantly.

"I've said it all, you're trying to go against me, and you really think I'm a person with a lower IQ?" Jolina dismissed, "The professors are hostile to me, I don't think it's enough to deliberately change my grades, and it's only the students who are so boring - they can be so naïve - if you just want to get revenge on me like that, and don't add these slightly clever tricks, I'll despise you to death." ”

Gallier could not utter a word.

"Haven't you always despised me?!" Gallier was furious.

"I really despise you, cling to what you want, and imposing it on others. Qiao Lina snorted coldly, "Do you think that the noble alliance is still the old noble alliance now? Is the aristocracy still the aristocracy of the past? I don't have any opinion on you idealists, but if you want to go against the old lady everywhere because of this matter, don't blame me for being unkind." ”

Galiye's face turned pale.

Although they are nobles, they are also minors, and most of the time they are not familiar with the world under the protection of noble families.

But the aristocracy is a little different, and is more exposed to some "darkness" than ordinary people.

None of the things Jolina questioned were wrong.

But when talking about social darkness for minors, is it a bit off-topic?

Okay, let's pull it back-

"So, who taught you this spell, it seems that you have been laying it out for a long time. Jolina let go of the dagger, but had already tied up the Galile Blossoms—and that's when the benefits of magic came into full play.

- When you want to give yourself a few extra hands.

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