Blooming Tower of the West Wind

This is seriously inconsistent with Theron's cognition. For her, the elemental rift is a conduit that can hardly be closed. She has always been only worried about how to close it.

Hipper shrugged his shoulders when he received Theron's shocked questioning gaze, "Aime Cortes is a special place, and you and I are special people."

Theron nodded in confusion, as if he hadn't recovered from the shocking blow.

But Hipper continued: "Secondly, people who are qualified to ask such questions generally don't do such things."

"why?"

"It starts with the purpose. We have discussed similar issues before. What is the purpose of doing something? Who is it beneficial to? Have you considered its consequences? Are the consequences you can bear? Whether it is Intentionally or unintentionally, you have more or less thought about it before doing something, right?"

"of course."

"Sometimes you think about your responsibilities and obligations, don't you? Like..."

"As an apprentice, it is my responsibility to sweep the entire tower, and it is my obligation to finish the homework, something like this?"

"That's right. But there are more advanced ones. Suppose you are a mage. There is an anonymous commission from the Adventurer's Guild. You feel something is wrong. Judging from your experience, it is likely to come from an undiscovered witch. Demon, but its bonus is very rich, enough for you to buy the entire Aime Cortes, if you stand in the position of Virgil, a demon hunter who wants to make a living, would you take it?"

"I...I don't think I will. Helping a lich is very likely to kill one or several people at the same time."

"Oh, impressive answer." Hipper was slightly surprised, "Virgil, no one wants to make money for you."

"Hey, what nonsense are you talking about? I won't answer either! I also have principles!"

Not angry at being contradicted, Hipper leaned closer, looked at Theron and said, "See? Everyone has some principles, right? Just like Virgil, everyone has their own moral values ​​and their own The bottom line, you have your own considerations."

"Yes, it seems so. I can empathize with it."

"Very good. As a mage, or an archmage, or a researcher, you have more... responsibilities. I think you should know the history of the mage guild?"

"Which part do you mean?"

"I'm referring to why the Mage Guild was established."

"Well... On the one hand, it is to prevent mages with great power from becoming murderous weapons in war, and to allow them to focus on researching magic, so that it can have a beneficial effect on people, not just killing. On the other hand, it is also for checks and balances These mages sell their power without any bottom line for self-interest. The mage guild is the result of the self-discipline of the mage group."

"Basically, mages, especially a small number of powerful mages, such as me, are not only for this human society, we as flesh and blood creatures, as a bridge connecting the human world and countless mysterious interfaces, we have...more responsibility. You can’t just start from your own interests, or the interests of some people, you have... you have the responsibility to protect a certain balance.”

"Balance..." The ignorant little beast played with the word.

"Do you remember how the Elemental Gate was formed?"

"Undead and giant dragons repeatedly competed for this area, and a large number of elemental rifts were repeatedly formed, causing the 'membrane' here to be riddled with holes. All flesh and blood creatures disappeared, and this place became a desert... Do you mean these? ?”

"Yes, it took 2000 years for nature to digest such scars. I think this is the most irresponsible part of war. Some people have caused consequences that not only themselves, but the greatest power in the world cannot handle .”

"So, you mean... you think that drawing water from the endless waters to destroy the desert is a kind of similar..."

"The behavior of destroying the balance, I am not saying that the desert should not disappear, I just think that it is against the position of the mage to cause drastic changes, destroy the balance, and cause irreversible disasters out of some people's self-interest. It just so happens that , This sense of responsibility is the consensus of the vast majority of mages with powerful power so far."

"What? How did such a consensus come about? Why...why, as a person who can tear apart the elemental rift, I didn't spontaneously have such a consensus?"

"As I said, you are a special person. Most mages have gone through more than 14 years of systematic study. With the support of rich life experience, a certain level of knowledge and a good level of logic, they rationally get similar inferences and endorsement."

"Ah, ah..." Theron suddenly realized, "Is this the so-called...'social order and good customs'?"

Hipper burst out laughing, "Similarly, this is the professional ethics of mages. After the establishment of the mages guild, it became part of the guild agreement. I hope you abide by it. Violation of it will be publicly criticized by the entire guild. and hostility."

"Well, it's a requirement that sounds like it must be complied with."

"Yes, since it is a mage's business, reasoning and logic are very necessary." The archmage nodded very pleased, "Did I answer your question?"

"Yes... answered, thank you."

"You are too polite, do you have any plans for today and tomorrow?"

"Uh..." asked Theron.

The archmage smiled slightly, "It's okay if you don't have one, rest means doing nothing."

"What about packing? I think there's something I don't have…"

"It doesn't matter, I have some, we can buy if there are not enough, give me your list, and I will go to your room to find you later."

Virgil hugged the footstool, frowning and sweeping back and forth between the two of their faces, and whispered next to Tius's furry ears, "I think the two of us have been left behind again."

"Ow."

After receiving the order, Theron turned to the floor of his room, and the archmage walked up to his room alone as if there was no one behind him at all. Virgil had to go back to the living room with the footstool in his arms.

It's so deserted.

After a while, the footsteps gradually became clear from top to bottom. Hipper opened the door and said to him: "Virgil, I'm so sorry, I almost completely forgot to entertain you. I left Hector Here, if you have anything to add, just tell it. I'm going to find Theron."

After she finished speaking, she closed the door and left, Virgil complained: "Old man, Theron has only been away for two months, what's the matter, Your Excellency the Archmage?"

Hektra held back a smile in her heart, "When you brought the little lady, you should have expected such a result, right? They are the same kind. I once thought that if the little lady didn't encounter any danger, but the parents would What will happen when you grow up around you?"

Virgil sneered: "Good idea, what will happen?"

Your Excellency the Water Lord curled his lips, "I guess the little lady will be sent to study with a famous mage because of her outstanding talent. In the end, everyone can't stand it and she will be thrown to my master as a hot potato. What happened next Things will not be substantially different from what they are now."

Virgil said with a smile: "I guess the little beast will be raised to be a proud young lady, who will challenge the archmage lord without knowing the heights and heights. At first, she will be severely humiliated by Hipper, and then she will be unable to resist her charm and rely on her." don't go."

The two different creatures gave out smiles that they could understand each other at the same time.

"...Theron, are you in there?"

"...Of course." Theron ran over to open the door for her, unexpectedly seeing her carrying a small suitcase in person, and she hurriedly took it in person - without pretending to be in the hands of the leader of the water.

"Open it and have a look." She handed the list back to Theron, some of which had already been ticked off.

Theron opened the suitcase and placed the contents on her bed one by one. To her surprise, there were "boots" that made her puzzled.

"White?" It's not pure white, it's showing age, but it's still looking well maintained, like most of what Hipper gave her.

"...What's wrong?" Hipper had a premonition that something she had been worried about had happened. The child didn't want to always use things used by others, just like she herself didn't like to use old things used by her brother. After the little beast of the landscape has her own aesthetic, she will of course express dissatisfaction with what she doesn't choose. "If you don't like it, shall we go to Dead Leaf City tomorrow?"

"No... no, it's not that I don't like it, it's just that I didn't think you have colors other than brown and black."

Hipper frowned in disbelief and gave an embarrassed laugh. "There's never been an occasion that required a different color, and besides, I have plenty of apricot leather shoes to wear with light-colored dresses."

Theron shook off a piece of clothing, "What is this?"

"Light-colored robe, from the list."

Simply white, "Shall I change it now?"

Hipper nodded, and Theron glanced at her, and took off his shirt behind the half-closed cabinet door. Hipper froze for a moment, and quickly turned around to face the wall.It is not appropriate to look directly at the naked body of a student who has entered puberty.

But her precise memory and cobweb-like associative power still connect the girl's tall and straight body with the soft and graceful touch, reminding her repeatedly with images when she closes her eyes, and with the tactile sensation in her memory when she opens her eyes.

The sense of smell strengthened her memory again, when she realized that the smell in Theron's room that had always been good smelled was some kind of seal of Theron.

It's kind of bad that she's thinking too much.

"Teacher? Teacher?" Seeing that she didn't respond, Theron walked up behind her and patted her on the shoulder, "I changed."

"Huh? Oh, let me take a look." She took two steps back and motioned Theron to turn around. When she saw that the hem didn't fit properly, she immediately reached out to smooth it out, but before touching it, she hesitated , ask yourself "Is this appropriate?"

"Teacher, what's wrong?"

Hearing her inquiry, Hipper "comes out" of the pause, saying as calmly as possible: "A little wrinkled, don't move."