Chapter 392: Professor Garcia's Course

"Played cards all day? Oh, absolutely not, Princess Lei Qianya, how could you think I am that kind of person?"

Xia De shook his head repeatedly, but he didn't want to explain the chosen ones, witches, Blood Spirit School, and the report letter. He had promised to keep these things secret.

"However, I encountered Miss Xivi Aurora's carriage just now; I recognized the family crest."

He said again.

"Oh, you even recognize this?"

Princess Lei Qianya asked with a smile, and then introduced it to Xia De:

"Privately calling her lady is fine, but in public, you must call her Viscountess Aurora. Xivi Aurora inherited the viscount title of the Aurora family, and not only the Delarion title, but because of business reasons, she also has titles in Ksenrik."

"Viscount? Truly remarkable."

Xia De actually didn't care about this. He completely didn't want to get involved with witches again, shook his head, and ended the topic:

"Princess Lei Qianya, I am here to say goodbye. There are still some things to do back home, so I will leave first. I will come to find you tomorrow morning. You take care of yourself. If you have anything you need me for, you can contact me through Dorothy."

Pausing, he thought for a moment and said again:

"Many strange people have come to the city recently. If it's not necessary, you can try to enter the city as little as possible."

"Xia De, I am a five-ring, and you are only a two-ring. I think it should be me caring about you."

The princess said softly, and Xia De nodded, thinking it made sense. Just as he wanted to leave, he was called back by Princess Lei Qianya. The red-haired girl lowered her voice while walking with Xia De toward the study:

"I heard news when I entered the city today. Probably tonight, the City Hall will issue a tsunami warning throughout the city, and the newspaper will publish the situation of red seawater appearing on the sea surface in the past two days due to water pollution. I have already contacted the Academy and explained the curse on me. The Academy believes that relying on my earring, I can be completely immune to the influence of 'Sea Return', so they didn't give any extra help."

"Does Zaras Literature Academy understand this ritual?"

Xia De frowned.

"Similar to what the church understands, through the way of sacrifice, summoning the power of evil gods in the deep sea, submerging Lengshuigang with a tsunami."

"The power of evil gods..."

Xia De nodded, continuing to accompany Princess Lei Qianya forward. It was just that his eyes narrowed slightly, and the things he was thinking about, the girl beside him absolutely couldn't guess:

"Could it be, is it possible that..."

【Outsider, you seem to have produced a bold guess.】

"But there is indeed such a possibility, so no matter what, I must participate in the Sea Return ritual."

It was 5:00 PM when he returned home soaked all over. This was the nth time he had taken a bath today, and only then could he be considered temporarily relaxed.

"Xia De, what on earth are you doing running around all day today?"

Dorothy was also curious about Xia De's itinerary, but to prevent being misunderstood as playing Luo De cards all day again, Xia De could only push it to encountering some trouble in Lengshuigang:

"I... I have to eat as soon as possible, oh, I still have to send a letter, I have to go to class when I come back at six o'clock."

He hugged the cat and calculated the time, that appearance was as if a pocket watch was hidden under the cat's butt.

"You are always so busy, and I don't know where you found so many things to do."

The blonde and blue-eyed girl muttered, somewhat dissatisfied with Xia De's tense schedule. She originally wanted to talk to Xia De about more things regarding 【Tree's Kiss】.

They went out to eat dinner together, and Dorothy went back.

Xia De was in a hurry to go home, but didn't forget to go to the photo studio in the city to ask about taking pictures of the cat. He originally thought that professional photo studios needed appointments, but didn't expect that as long as he gave money, he could take pictures immediately, but it would take half a week to get the photos.

This didn't matter. Xia De recorded the matter of taking photos in his schedule book, and then hugged the cat and took pictures with the newspaper.

At the moment the old-fashioned magnesium lamp flashed, if Xia De hadn't hugged the orange cat tightly, it would have rushed out directly.

But after the cat discovered it was just a flash, its courage grew. Xia De was worried that one wasn't enough, so he took a few more pictures of Miss Mia Gold, and when the magnesium lamp flashed again, the orange cat just meowed at that direction. Seeing that the other party really didn't have any response, it lost interest at once.

"Meow~"

It opened its mouth wide and yawned, revealing its sharp teeth and tongue.

Xia De heard last time that this cat liked to rush to Room 2 on the second floor when he wasn't home, so he closed that door. The orange cat scratched the door for an afternoon, and it wasn't until Xia De was about to go home that Dorothy opened it for it, so Mia's nap time was delayed.

The time came to 5:55 PM that evening. The setting sun outside the window hadn't completely disappeared. The pigeons in St. Theresa Square were enjoying the coolness of the summer evening with the vendors setting up stalls. I don't know that at the window of No. 6, a cat was staring at them tigerishly.

In the living room of Room 1 on the second floor, Xia De picked up the cat on the windowsill, and only then did he pull the curtains. Then he adjusted the light of the gas lamp in the living room to the brightest, placed four chairs in the open space, and placed a water basin in the center. Three of the chairs were placed with wooden puppets tied with human bones, and he sat in the northernmost position.

Different from calling the projection of distant guests to St. Theresa Square, this time it was Xia De projecting to Saint Byrons. Therefore, the ritual steps were different from the past. It wasn't him actively throwing the parchment into the water basin, but mixing some bone powder into the water basin, stirring it clockwise for three weeks, and then dripping blood into it.

Immersing the parchment into the blood water, after the parchment corresponding to this parchment in the distance was also immersed in the water basin, the water basin here finally burned with ice-blue flames.

This ritual, classified as necromancy, was basically completed at this step. The curious cat lay on the sofa watching Xia De. To prevent himself from being disturbed during class, Xia De not only left the 【Ring of Incarnation】 for it to play with, but also prepared a few cat food pellets as a midnight snack.

Confirming that the cat was playing very happily by itself, Xia De tidied up his clothes and sat down on the chair. Closing his eyes and counting three numbers, when he opened his eyes, the smiling face of Professor Hesenke Garcia, Vice Dean of the History Academy, had already appeared before his eyes.

The professor with somewhat pointed ears smiled at Xia De to express his welcome, and Xia De looked down at his hands, and sure enough, he saw that his body had become semi-transparent.

This state was very strange. He could feel the temperature in his own living room and could even hear the occasional meowing of the cat, but what he saw was the scene of the Academy at the edge of the extreme north ice sheet.

Looking around again, the walls around the room were gray decorative walls, and on the walls were brass-colored gas lamps, styled with the school emblem of Saint Byrons. The lampshades of the gas lamps should be wiped frequently, so they were very bright, illuminating this classroom that was about the same size as Xia De's entire second floor.

The quaint classroom was paved with gray square floor tiles, with rows of long tables painted with brown oil paint. This was a typical tiered classroom, with the podium at the lowest position, followed by tables and seats arranged upward in sequence.

Although the area was large, apart from Xia De, there were only five students listening to the lecture. Three men and two women, among whom two were about the same age as Xia De's body, one was a lady about thirty years old who looked slightly mature, and the last two were middle-aged men in their forties.

Among the five, three were sitting on chairs in other directions maintaining the projection ritual. They all showed polite smiles to Xia De. After all, paying to take elective courses and being invited by professors to attend classes were completely different treatments. ===== CHAPTER 393 =====