The Dean Has Arrived: No. 591 The Late Celebration Banquet (Part 2)

After receiving the news from Fett that Eve and the others had returned to the academy, Xiwei decisively fled the cafeteria.

By the way, Fett himself didn't attend the banquet because of the ‘pain of having something delicious in front of you but not being able to eat it, Xiwei, you must not understand it! ’

Except for her and Stella, who didn’t know where to go, the only people who did not attend the banquet this time were the centaur who cleaned the miraculous centaur that served as the venue for the Great Magic Festival, and after confirming that there was nothing wrong with Adric , Go back to learn the unique magic of the vampire family Shalan.

Just before Xiwei left the canteen, she saw Tio baking a second giant pie. According to the little girl, she planned to send this pie directly to Saran through the owl.

This made Sevi couldn't help but mourn for the little vampire far away in his country-I hope she has a solid stomach that can withstand Tio's kindness.

"Teacher."

In the corridor, Eve Miller was looking out of the window at the top of the third school district, the source of the plague that was used as a perpetual motion machine.

After the battle ended yesterday, Xiwei hadn't had a chance to have a good talk with her who was the former teacher of Crossing.

"Xiwei, you are beyond my expectation."

The girl did not look back, but still looked out the window, and said in a somewhat ethereal tone: "Not only can she overcome her own lack of magical aptitude, become a leader among mankind, and founded such a magnificent academy, but also so easily Solve the problems that have troubled me for hundreds of years-everything about you is like a miracle."

"In some ways, isn't the creator of this miracle also your teacher."

Although Xiwei himself does not have much impression of Eve. But his predecessor's reverence and attachment to Eve at that moment still had a certain impact on him. Even in the face of Xiwei, who is still able to talk about the strongest old man Shaman, his expression and tone are now respectful: "If you hadn't accepted me at that time, I'm afraid I would still be just a wandering orphan." /

"At that time, I didn't intend to accept you, a poorly qualified guy who couldn't pass on my puppet skills."

Eve said so, but her tone was very gentle, like a spring breeze blowing on Sevi’s eardrums: "Don’t be humble, you have won all of this yourself."

Xiwei did not continue to be self-humble—excessive humility is also a form of pride.

After a while, he continued to ask: "Teacher, what are you going to do next? How about staying in my college and teaching the children?"

"Forget it, teaching you two has already made me exhaust my mind."

Eve smiled and shook his head: "The **** ceremony has completely failed. Next I plan to travel to the mainland. Look for Annan, my father's original dog. After my father became a lich, the first For a while, it was only because of Annan’s company that he could barely maintain his sanity, but on the eve of the completion of the Eighth Race dolls, Annan suddenly disappeared. At that time, it was already a semi-constructed life form. It should be able to survive for a long time. Even if it is true. Passed away. At least we have to find where it died."

"Really. Teacher, you are leaving again..." Xiwei didn't know whether the feeling in her heart was disappointment or happiness, so she could only lower her head and said in a complicated tone.

"Anyway, you can be a magician alone. It doesn't matter if I'm not there." Eve turned around, with a loving expression on her face that didn't match her youthful appearance, and stood on her toes and touched Sevi 'S head: "It's all that tall now... it's obvious that you can touch it with your hand before."

"Teacher..."

"Okay, okay, there is someone who needs more comfort than me, right?"

Eve waved his hand: "Go ahead."

Siwei stared at her complicatedly for a few seconds, then seriously bowed to her, made a mage salute, and then turned and left.

Compared to Eve, who has experienced countless winds and waves, Qiu Ke really needs Xiwei's comfort more.

When Xiwei found her, the girl was holding the big suitcase, sitting on the open-air balcony, staring at the sky covered by clouds.

"Would you not go to the banquet?" Xiwei asked softly: "I have prepared a lot of delicious food."

"Sorry, senior, I'm not in the mood."

The girl bent her knees and muttered.

Sylvie didn't speak, just stood behind her.

After a while, the girl said again: "Now, senior, if you lose the **** component, Al would be dead, right?"

Sevi didn't know how to answer this question.

According to the structure of human beings, the **** component is equivalent to the soul for a doll. Even the soul is gone, so naturally it can't be considered alive.

"Al could have escaped." The girl didn't wait for Sivi's answer, but continued to mutter to herself: "But in order to save me, I was caught by that guy... and then I could only help. Watching Al’s dragon horn being pulled out by the opponent, he gradually lost his vitality..."

Speaking, the girl's tears fell pattering.

It seems that the doll that was with him day and night was robbed of the **** component in front of him, which made Joke a big blow.

"Actually I don't think Al is dead yet."

Xiwei sighed secretly, then said aloud.

"But the **** component has disappeared!" The girl put her face on the suitcase and cried out: "Al now has no self-consciousness!"

"I have studied Zhenhong's body structure. Her memory unit has almost nothing to do with the parts of the gods. It exists alone in the doll itself."

It's just that the activation of these memories requires a **** component. But this must not be said at the moment.

Xiwei organized the language, and then went on to say: "The Eighth Race dolls themselves are a series, and the craftsmanship is almost the same, so Al should be the same. In this way, as long as they can find a substitute for the gods Soul, Al can definitely wake up again."

"Really?" The girl asked pitifully, raising her face messed up by tears.

"It is true."

It's just difficult to find something that can replace the gods' parts.

Xiwei added in his heart.

"I've been looking for a teacher for a while~IndoMTL.com~Al has been with me, suffering with me, laughing and crying together...but I didn't notice it at all." Joke sucked. Nose, and wiped away tears indiscriminately: "Senior, I will continue to travel, but the purpose of traveling is to allow Al to talk to me again!"

"Isn't that great?"

Xiwei also nodded when he heard the words. It seems that Qiu Ke has cheered up, and has the next life goal.

So he put the crystal shards of the gods in his hand back into the storage box-this reward from the quest for the killing of gods happened to be one of the few things that could replace the parts of the gods.

He smiled at Jo Ke: "Adric's door will always be open for you. Come back and rest whenever you feel tired."

"Well, I'm done. I will come to eat dinner from time to time." The girl finally smiled.

In the sky, there seemed to be a ray of sunlight breaking through the thick clouds and spreading onto the balcony, adding a vitality to the gloomy Morag. (To be continued...)