Throne of Magical Arcana

Sky City, Allinge Magic Tower.

Berkeley has become accustomed to this magnificent building and no longer marvels at the shape of it, which is very different from other magic towers, leaving only the heart to like and appreciate.

Moreover, as soon as he saw this magic tower, Berkeley had a sense of stability and stability. He was no longer afraid or fearful. He was no longer awakened from his dreams as often as he used to. He was worried about being found by the night watchman and sent to the torture rack.

"Here is the magician's paradise ..." Berkeley closed his eyes and sighed softly. Then there seemed to be a flame burning inside her. Will she still be there today?

He speeded up, walked through the hall of the magic tower, and directly entered the first area of ​​the first floor with the "general arcane library".

Since many arcanists are used to reading or studying directly in the library after borrowing books, so that they can quickly understand what materials are still missing, so the Magic Council has established a "reading room" in a free place in the district. Provide a quiet reading space for arcanists.

Later, many arcanists found that the environment here was very suitable for reading books that did not need to be experimented, and they also came here to learn.

Berkeley took two thick black cover books from the storage bag, took two deep breaths, and then pretended to be a serious study, slowly entered the "reading room".

As soon as he entered, he looked towards the window, hoping to see a beautiful figure there.

"She's really here again!" Berkeley's inner surprise was unusual, and his expression couldn't be more brilliant.

The sun shone through the window and quietly poured on a beautiful girl. She was focused and indifferent, her facial features were exquisite, her lips were dark and magical, and the halo caused by the sun, The whole person is like a snow and ice elf, hard to describe.

This is the most beautiful and most attractive of Berkeley's women who have fled across the mainland, so much of his week was wasted in the "reading room", quietly admiring the girl, it is difficult to extricate himself.

"No, I can't go on like this ..." Berkeley said to himself, as if to make up his mind to work hard. "No one knows whether she will come to the reading room next week. After all, she rarely comes before and must know She can't miss it! "

He gasped for himself, and finally made up his mind after dozens of seconds, and walked over to the girl with the book.

"Don't be afraid, just meet friends normally!"

"Take the courage to contact the noble lady before!"

Countless thoughts emerged in Berkeley's mind, and he felt that his footsteps were as weak as his heart.

The girl looked at the book in her hand attentively, calculating something on the scratch paper from time to time, not paying attention to Berkeley's approach.

Her hair seemed to be made of ice crystals, clear and crystal clear above the sun, reflecting a faint colorful halo, and Berkeley was dazzled.

"Dear Madam, can I sit here?" Berkeley asked with a dry lip, feeling a little trembling in his voice.

There was no interruption in the sound of the quill pen on the paper, the beautiful girl did not lift her head, she was still focused.

"Dear lady, can I sit here?" Berkeley restrained the timidity of turning around and leaving, asking again.

Wow, the book turned, and the elven girl nodded, seemingly insignificant.

Illusion?Berkeley thought less confidently, but he immediately told himself, no matter, as long as she did not directly object, then agree!

He sat cautiously across from the young girl, sneaked a glance at the other party, and was shocked by the delicate and unreal face again, and noticed that there were two badges on the opponent ’s magic robe, a four-star arcanist badge, and two Road magician badge.

So young is an intermediate arcanist?Berkeley was shocked, and then his mind kept running, trying to get to know him.

"Madam, I have been in Parliament for several years, but I have never met a person with so many arcane levels above the magic level. You are really an arcane genius." Berkeley tried to make his smile elegant and handsome.

The girl held the quill pen and continued to write what she did, without even yelling.

Berkeley's smile froze in her face. She didn't like this topic?

So he said again: "Ma'am, you seem to have the blood elves' bloodline? This is a very rare bloodline. I remember that only the Northland could exist."

As soon as the voice fell, the girl's left hand was suddenly raised, which surprised Berkeley and finally responded!

The girl's thin eyebrows were frowning, her left hand was resting on her cheek, her index finger extended unconsciously to her mouth, and she touched her lips, but she didn't even look at Berkeley and didn't say a word.

Berkeley was fascinated by this beautiful picture first, and then great frustration surged, and the frustration of failure bite his heart deeply.

No, you can't just give up!

There is no chance to miss it. Who knows if she is from the North, and who knows if she will return soon!

After a few minutes, Berkeley summoned up the courage again and softened his stiff smile: "Madam, I admire your concentration, and I am curious what you are studying."

As soon as he spoke, he wanted to slapp himself hard, because he could see the familiar mathematical symbols on the books in front of the girl, and it was not difficult to guess what type of books.

The index finger of the young girl's left hand seems to have reached into her lips a little, her gaze condensed on the scratch paper, and the quill pen in her right hand continued to move, as if there were only books, papers, pens and ink in her own and in front of the world. The existence of man, even sitting across from her, is regarded as air.

Berkeley was silent for a few more minutes, and his heart was burning hard, so he regrouped and said: "Lady, I read it. You seem to be learning calculus. I do n’t know what problems you encounter. Let ’s talk about it and discuss it together. Although I have only been in Parliament for a few years, I still have a good grasp of calculus. After all, it is related to the solution of the magic model ... "

He tried to start from where the girl was most concerned.

Berkeley's words were not finished, the girl suddenly raised her head, a pair of translucent eyes that looked like ice crystals looked at him seriously, and he saw that his heart was shaking and could not hold it.

"How should the limits be defined so as to avoid the previous problems? Continuous? Derivatives? Infinitely small? How should they be defined mathematically and self-consistently ..." The girl's voice was cold and refreshing, as if the snow drifted in winter, The tone is full of seriousness.

Berkeley was dumbfounded, his mouth half open, and it was difficult to close it. Here, what are these problems?What is she studying?Too terrible!

His brain seemed to be swept by the legendary spell "spiritual storm", empty and could not find anything, and the girl looked at him intently and carefully, so that he subconsciously answered: "I, I have not thought about these questions ... … "

The girl said "Oh," there was no disdain, only a slight disappointment, and she continued to bury her head and wrote her own thoughts.

Looking at the cold girl bathed in the bright sun in front of her, Berkeley felt that her heart was devastated without fighting spirit. She was a goddess in the field of arcane art. She could only look far, admire, and could not get close.