Blooming Tower of the West Wind

"Little lady." The surrounding area suddenly cooled down, and Theron raised her head from her drafts and notes, and glanced at the water lord Hektra who belonged to her teacher. This big blue water ball said: "Your teacher asked me to Come to tell you, if you finish today's work, please go to her room."

Theron looked up out the window. It was already dark and, theoretically, it was past Hipper's bedtime.Hipper's current physical condition is very bad, and she always falls into a coma from time to time, and when she wakes up, she will send the water lord to bring up the food.

"Did she say what? Hector, if you want to punish me, please tell me."

Hektra shook her head, "Madam didn't say anything."

"Okay, thank you, I'll go when I finish writing this."

She wrote down an equation full of unintelligible symbols, and then wrote a series of notes on the draft paper next to her. Then she put away the pen, stood up, and walked to the top of the mage tower with Hektra go up.

Above is the room of Archmage Hipper, the master of the Mage Tower.But what is it?

In fact, she hadn't seen Hipper much since their return.

She changed the office place into her own bedroom. The vast and empty library is often only used by Theron, which is so empty that it is scary.

"Hector, teacher's... Teacher's injury, is it really all right?"

"Why do you ask that? You should trust the power of the temple, otherwise you wouldn't have taken Ms. Hipper there, would you?"

Hektra mentioned this incident in a normal tone, but it made Theron blush.

Last month, several liches of unknown origin attacked the Mage Tower, and Hipper was seriously injured in the trick. Theron was helpless, but Hipper remained calm as usual.

Theron was still ashamed of the panic, but the reason she blushed now was because of Hipper's next order.

"I order you," Hipper used to use this imperative sentence when she was a child, sometimes to make her obedient, sometimes to clean the mage tower, sometimes to punish her for copying spells, but never so weak as now.

"kiss Me."

Thinking back on the scene now - Hipper's pale cheeks and chapped lips, her eyes closed and her head slightly turned back - her heart still feels like it's going to pop out of her chest for two dances and back again .

What's worse, she kissed.

She wasn't sure if Hipper had discovered something to give her such a kiss before she died, and she couldn't be sure if she regretted that kiss because she didn't die.

Theron pushed open the door of the bedroom anxiously, and her teacher was sitting by the bed, bowing his head in thought.

She almost thought it was someone else, not that anyone still had the right to enter Hipper's bedroom, but that her teacher took off the large black mage robe she usually wore, let down her meticulously combed hair, and changed into a A plain white pajamas.

If Theron hadn't been watching this figure for years, he would hardly have recognized it.She called softly: "Teacher", but Hipper seemed to have been awakened, her body flicked before turning around.

"Theron, come here."

Theron couldn't read her intentions from her face: whether it was to drive her out of the mage tower, or lightly thank her for risking her life by using an illegally modified teleportation array to save her life.

She walked over nervously, Hipper patted the bed, "Sit, I just woke up, I hope you don't mind me calling you up so late."

"Of course not, if you need it, I'll be on call!" Theron eagerly expressed her loyalty—maybe a bit too much, maybe others don't think so, but that's what she thinks, for Hipper, she can do anything thing.Being on call day and night is a trivial thing in comparison.

"No..." Hipper turned his eyes away, "I just... I just asked about your thesis. I hope that what happened last month will not delay your progress. I haven't cared about it for too long."

Theron sat down where she had just taken the picture, the soft bed sank, and Hipper fell down beside her and asked, "How is your paper?"

Theron smiled shyly, "I have encountered some troubles and stagnated, but recently I think I have made a breakthrough."

"Come here, I can't hear you very well."

"I'll just..." She raised her voice, and then, realizing how inappropriate it was in a quiet room next to such a haggard man, she bent over Hipper's side and spoke as softly as possible, "You mentioned 'purity' in your note, but I took apart each component of the scroll and measured its purity separately."

"Have you found anything?"

Theron smiled again, "It's a little troublesome, you know, the 'purity' can only be judged after the scroll is burned, but there is no way to go back and confirm the purity of each part of the burned scroll."

Hipper also laughed, "Then what do you do?"

"Nothing to do, continue to burn the scroll and record all the data I can think of..."

"Did it come in handy?"

"To some extent." Her green eyes shone mischievously, and she blinked mischievously, "You must not have imagined what happened next."

"Yes, tell me quickly."

But Hipper's eyes were half-closed, and she looked tired. Her mana was overdrawn, she must be very tired, and she needed to rest.

"Teacher... well, why don't I write it out tonight, I'm leaving first, you rest first."

Hipper opened her eyes, and her eyes were sincere, those gray eyes were beautiful and wise, and they were shining now.

"No, I'm not sleepy. I want to hear you talk about your thesis. You are the most talented mage I've ever seen. I like your...your exposition. It makes me feel a lot more comfortable."

In any case, her teacher was watching her at the moment, and Theron stayed with such vain satisfaction, leaning sideways beside Hipper to talk about her latest achievement.

"I found that the colors of the scrolls are different when they are burned. Of course, they are different. Some scrolls will have a strange blue-white color when they are burned. Although they are wrapped in magic flames, they can't be seen very clearly. This makes me feel strange .”

"Huh? Never... I've never seen a similar record. Are you saying that everyone missed it?"

Theron smiled, and it made her feel good for Hipper to ask, rather than question her credibility. "Do you remember when I first saw a scroll burn?"

Hipper couldn't help frowning, staring at her and thinking for a while, a burst of memories suddenly flooded into his mind.

"'You, then, there'...was that the first time you saw the scroll?"

Theron smiled happily, "Yes, I have observed the magic flame bursting from the scroll in total darkness, so I also made the laboratory completely dark. Flame burning has its own characteristics, and mana burning is completely white , The parchment is orange and black smoke, different elements will emit different lights, but some scrolls are different, the scrolls of the same type, the most 'impure' often have a blue-white light."

"What caused this phenomenon?"

She is very happy to be able to solve the mystery for Hipper, but she has to take her time, "These 'impure' scrolls often come from some students who have become monks, for example, um, I especially tried a lot of scrolls written by Swayth. "

"He changed careers."

"That's it."

"Now that I'm going to get to the bottom of it, I think it's very likely that ... I think it's possible that the metal in the brass nib -- the copper, for example -- gets into the ink."

Hipper suddenly opened her eyes wide, frowning in disbelief, and finally looked at her with joy.

Theron likes this expression, although it is silly to say so, but she is seeing this expression and keeps urging herself to study hard. She finds that the harder she works, the more she can get Hipper's attention.

"copper……"

"That's right...Swas is a man who doesn't care much about things, especially things he gets for free. His nibs are all Caroline's, so he always puts the pen in the ink bottle and does something else. That's right. His pen always clogs, but I found that there is silver powder on his pen..." She turned to see if Hipper was still listening to her, but the archmage suddenly hid under her gaze. mouth, yawned sleepily, and then showed a tired smile, beckoning her to continue.

Theron was a little tired from holding on like this, so he just lay down.She had decided to get up and get out when her teacher scolded her.

But Hipper didn't, she looked so sleepy that Theron didn't wake up when she closed her eyes and fell off her arms.

One of her hands was on Theron's body, and Theron's heart skipped a beat, and he carefully grabbed her wrist, trying to free himself from her "hug".

As she slowly got out of bed, Hipper's arms came around behind her again.

She didn't want to leave, she wanted this moment to never pass.

Hipper gave her a kiss and now a hug, shouldn't she take it?

But she was extremely nervous, and afraid of revealing her nervousness, she had to control her breathing. The lighting around her lost the support of her master, and quickly went dark. Her teacher was sleeping beside her, and her The heartbeat was as loud as hitting metal, and it became more and more deafening every time.

Gradually, she discovered that the loud heartbeat was not because her own heart was beating too hard, but because... but because there was another heartbeat echoing at the same time as hers.

Hipper's heartbeat.

The coincidence of the two hearts beating in unison gave her the illusion that Hipper was just as nervous as she was.

Hipper's hand was on her chest, on her right breast, to be precise.Hipper's pulse pressed against Theron's chest, heartbeat and heartbeat resonating wonderfully.

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