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Miss Evia sat next to Caesar with a tray of food.

Thanks to her, the strange atmosphere at the dinner table became much more normal, and everyone concentrated on the food in front of them.

"Are we going to Saint Ke's place in the afternoon?" Evia asked.

"Forget it." Caesar thought for a moment and replied, "Although the toxins of the snake-eye fruit seem to have no effect on a gold-level Saint, it's not good to eat too much. Let's go again in two days."

Evia nodded when she heard this, without showing any special expression. She just nodded and said, "Okay, I'll go with you in two days."

"Okay." Caesar nodded, and unknowingly accepted Evia's invitation two days later.

Lucia ate very quickly and was the second one to finish among the group, only behind Angelina who took a lot but ate very quickly as well.

After eating, she couldn't wait to stand up, pick up the plate and leave.

At this time, there was still a piece of wheat cake on Imya's plate. In this world, wasting food is a very shameful thing.

But the moment Lucia stood up, Imia made a move that was both reasonable and not very reasonable.

She pushed the tray aside, and Angelina beside her took it, looking quite skilled.

Imia followed Lucia closely. Angelina finished the food on the plate as quickly as possible, then stood up and followed the two of them.

Teacher Evia at the table looked a little confused about what was going on.

Not to mention her, even Caesar couldn't understand it.

After saying goodbye to Evia in the canteen, I didn't go back to the dormitory to take a nap. My plan for this afternoon was to go to the library to read.

Caesar is not a very active person. Compared to wandering around, he prefers to find a place by himself with a book and spend the afternoon.

Reading does not necessarily have to have a purpose, enjoying reading is a good habit.

Caesar, who didn't know what to read, took out a pile of books and found a corner, ready to select what to read later. Anyway, these books were written in those obscure Elvish words, most people couldn't understand them, so it didn't matter if he took them all.

Since these books were difficult to understand, no one usually came to this area, so Caesar simply sat on the ground and flipped through them. Books older than Caesar gathered in a small pile beside him.

"Elves and Flying Spaghetti", "How much firepower is needed to hit the Mother Tree of Life", "My Dragon Girlfriend". All of them are weird.

Only the third book was interesting, so Xi Ze calmed down and studied it carefully. After an unknown amount of time, when Xi Ze was still immersed in the ocean of knowledge, a soft female voice came from beside him.

"Excuse me, are you still reading these books?" This sentence brought Caesar back to reality from his passionate reverie of the dragon lady.

Caesar looked up and saw a figure wearing an apron. He knew this person, it was his assistant coach, Omira, who he hadn't had time to say a few words to yet.

She was pushing a cart at the moment, wearing an apron to protect herself from dust.

The cart is filled with all kinds of messy books, from all kinds of categories.

"Okay, I won't read it anymore." Upon hearing that, Caesar raised his head, gathered the unread books together and handed them to O'Mira.

"Ah, hello, Teacher Caesar." O'Mira saw the person sitting on the ground in front of her raise his head and realized that it was her teacher Caesar, so she hurriedly greeted him.

"Hello." Caesar looked up and saw her outfit and asked, "What are you wearing?"

O'Mila took the book that Caesar handed over, put it on the cart and said, "I work part-time here at the library as the librarian of this area."

"Oh, that's how it is."

The librarian's job is to classify the books and put them on the corresponding bookshelves. Every book here has a magic mark, and it cannot be taken outside without registering in the library. Some particularly important books will have iron chains installed on the spine and then connected to the bookshelf.

However, the profession of magician can be said to be linked to knowledge and strength. Here, students or teachers have a great demand for reading books every day. Omira's task is to organize these books according to numbers to facilitate everyone's search.

"I have applied for your teaching assistant subsidy for you. Remember to go to the Academic Affairs Office to collect it this Friday." Caesar remembered this and mentioned it casually. Omira seemed to be a poor student.

The school has assistance programs for these poor students. Generally speaking, the school will have quite a few positions, most of which are held by the teachers' family members, and some are arranged for poor students to work and study.

"Thank you, teacher." Upon hearing this, Omira's eyes lit up and she bowed 90 degrees to thank Caesar.

"You're welcome. Go to work." Caesar waved his hand quickly.

Omira stood up, but did not leave in a hurry. Instead, she looked at the book in Caesar's hand and asked, "Are you reading this book?"

Caesar calmly hid the copy of "My Dragon Girlfriend" in his hand slightly behind his back.

"Yeah, what's wrong?" Xi Ze asked. What should I do if Liu Huangshu is seen by his students?

"This book seems to be written in Elvish. Can the teacher understand it?" Omira asked.

Phew. Caesar breathed a sigh of relief. It turns out you don't understand.

"Yeah, what's wrong?" Caesar asked.

"Can I ask what book you are reading?" the white-haired girl asked curiously.

"This book, this book is "A Study on the Living Habits of Red Dragons", what's wrong with that?" Caesar said nonsense seriously.

"I see, that's amazing." Omira showed an expression of admiration and embarrassment on her face. "To be honest, I've also been reading a book written in Elvish recently. Since this language is difficult to understand, there are some parts that I don't understand, so I want to ask you for advice."

"I see." Caesar nodded. Being studious is a good thing.

"If you have any questions, you can ask me. I will be here reading all afternoon." Caesar agreed.

"Really?" Omira showed a happy expression and bowed again. This time the angle was even greater than before, already a 120-degree bow.

"Please wait for me for a moment. I will put these books back first."

Omira pushed the cart away, and Caesar continued reading.

Half an hour later, Omira came back with a magic lantern and a small wooden stool.

"I brought you a small stool. If you don't mind, please sit on it and read."

There was a very thick book tucked under her armpits. Although it was protected by magic, the paper had turned yellow, a sign of the passing of time.

Caesar glanced at the title of the book, which was: The Last Holy War

There is a large brass lock on the spine of this book.

At this time, the copper lock was opened. O'Mila noticed Caesar's look and took out a small bunch of keys from her pocket.

"The director of the library gave it to me," she explained.

Caesar said nothing, just nodded.

She made an embarrassed expression and said, "Since I am a little curious about this book, I borrowed the key from the curator to look through it."

"Because I haven't learned Elvish systematically, I rely on looking up words in the dictionary to read this book."

She opened a page in the book and pointed to the words on it and said, "Sometimes I look at the words one by one, but I still can't understand the final sentence."

As she spoke, she took out a small notebook from her pocket.

"The white wheel, turning black and white upside down, is crushed into juice and drips into the white wine glass, passed between two hands."

Caesar sat on a stool, took the book "The Last Crusade" and placed it on his lap. He looked in the direction Omira pointed and understood what was going on.

"The difficulty in understanding Elvish is that they like to use various words to refer to or modify various things. We need to learn to distinguish which words are direct references and which are metaphors. They also omit some words."

Caesar flipped the page and said, "To translate Elvish, we must first connect the context and understand the language in order to translate accurately and elegantly."

Omira nodded beside her. She stood beside Caesar, bent over, looked at the direction Caesar's finger was pointing, and nodded. Her short white hair hung down and was tucked behind her ears by her hand.

"Let me see..." Caesar narrowed his eyes.

"This is about the process of a certain ritual. Combined with the context, the meaning of this sentence is probably 'Under the moonlight, kill someone (life), crush his soul and let it flow into the white wine glass, and repeat this process over and over again.'"

Seeing this, Caesar frowned: "This is a sacrificial ceremony. I don't know what it is pointing to. It may be some kind of alien life form or elemental life. Anyway, it's not a good thing. Why are you looking at this?"

Omira showed a confused expression on her face: "I just want to use this book to learn Elvish. I heard that there will be a corresponding course in the third grade, so I will prepare in advance."

Seeing that the confusion on her face didn't seem fake, Caesar didn't think much about it: "That's good, just take a look at these books, don't try to understand the messy rituals in them. If you don't understand anything, you can ask me."

"Okay, I understand." Omira nodded.

"Is there anything else you don't understand?" Caesar asked.

"And here..." O'Mira asked.

Time passed quickly and it was almost time for dinner.

Looking at the magic power running out in the magic lantern, Omira finally came to her senses.

"Thank you, teacher!" She stood up and bowed again. Perhaps because she was a little malnourished, she staggered violently while bowing and almost fell down.

Fortunately, Caesar was quick to catch her and prevent her from falling to the ground.

She stood up quickly.

"It's a good thing to study hard, but you also have to take care of your health." Caesar could see that her blood circulation wasn't very good, so he kindly reminded her.

"Ok."

Caesar left and went to have dinner.

There are very few people in the library, only a few are still working hard in the library.

Omira took the stool back to its original place, pushed out the cart and continued to collect the books that were not in their places.

This is the advantage of part-time job in the library. You don't have to work all the time. The director tells you that all you have to do is make sure the books are in the right place before you leave work every day. You don't have to keep cleaning up.

It took about an hour for O'Mira to finally finish everything.

She opened the book "The Last Crusade" to a certain page.

There is a strange altar on the page, with various strange skeletons kneeling under the altar.

The closer to the center of the altar, the more powerful the skeletons look. In the middle there are even powerful creatures like dragons, behemoths, and chimeras.

On the altar was something that looked like an enlarged wine glass. A strange black liquid was flowing out of the glass and spreading along the altar step by step. Parts of many skeletons were soaked in the black liquid.

Part of the skeleton seemed to be melted by the black liquid. If Caesar was here, he would definitely be able to tell what this was.

This is the [Pure White Cup] that the Black Cult is looking for.

After looking at the page for a while, Omira closed the book, locked it and put it back to its original place.

Today's dinner was simple. Due to time constraints, there was not enough time to go to the restaurant for dinner, but O'Mila had already prepared it.

She went to the cabinet where she kept her things, took out a loaf of bread, walked out of the library, sat on the steps outside the library and started eating.

The bread has been stored for a long time and is a bit dry, but I'm used to it. I'll finish it quickly because I have to go to class later.

She didn't care much about her body. As for her future plans, she just needed to study hard and didn't care about the mission of the sect.

She has had a weak sense of emotions since she was young, which was caused by the environment around her.

She did not enjoy any love from this world.

She was abandoned by her parents when she was young and had to survive by picking up garbage.

Perhaps her parents abandoned her because of her illness.

[Hematidosis], this is the name of the disease she suffers from.

This disease is not a terminal illness that is difficult to treat. The body of the patient will continuously absorb nutrients from the blood and flesh. If there is insufficient nutrition, the patient will not be able to grow.

This is not even considered a disease for children from wealthy families. In fact, since wealthy families can spend money to buy more life supplements for their children, their bodies will grow healthier under the stimulation of vitality, and they will be able to practice fighting spirit and learn magic with twice the result with half the effort.

But for children from poor families, it is a terminal disease. My hair was not this color before, but because I had no money to buy life supplements, it gradually turned into the white color it is now.

By chance, the cult adopted me, mainly because they saw my talent in learning magic, but the cult did not help me with treatment.

She had no sense of belonging to the cult, and she knew that the relationship between her and the cult was only a matter of interest. They allowed her to study magic at the Magic Academy and then study at Phoenix University of Magic, and she helped them collect the information they wanted.

The cult was also very poor, so she had to run for an assistant teacher position and take a part-time job to delay the onset of her [blood thirst].

The cult asked him to find the [Pure White Cup], saying that it could cure his illness.

The cult will probably take action in the next two days, so I have to be careful and stay on the edge, so as not to be noticed by the big shots in the cult and be sent to carry out any dangerous missions.

It is said that one of the black fingers in the cult came this time, and he is ranked in the top three.

The Black Fingers are all crazy, Omira has a deep understanding of this.