"Of course!"
Bernice nodded vigorously as a matter of course:
"At least I can guarantee this."
"Then on the other hand..."
Suddenly, Qi Ji's mouth curled up in a slightly sinister arc:
"It's possible that there are such guys among vampires, right?"
"Forehead……"
Bernice was choked, her eyes widened, and she was speechless.
"You, why do you say that?"
After a long while, she finally calmed down, with a look of astonishment and disbelief:
"This is absolutely impossible! How could anyone in the blood clan want to harm the 'Favored One'?!
"We, we are the pride of the blood race. We are one of the people who care most about the continuation and future of the race, and we are also the ones who have made the greatest contribution! No one has any reason to be against us..."
"Who can say for sure?"
Qi Ji smiled mysteriously, shrugged, and responded with ambiguous and noncommittal words.
"This, this is impossible, absolutely..."
"Okay," she said softly as Bernice fell into confusion and panic, "What I said just now was just irresponsible imagination. You don't need to take it too seriously."
Qi Ji straightened his face slightly and said in a more serious tone:
"Did you get any results from the task I assigned to you yesterday?"
"Forehead……"
When Bernice heard the other party bring up this topic, she was instantly silenced, with some fear and trepidation in her eyes:
"I followed the instructions of the glass apple you gave me and found a small villa in the upper city..."
She recounted everything that happened that night, from tracking the two mysterious men to being discovered by the "Secret Saint" and escaping, and being picked up by Qi Ji near the school...
The whole process was told to Qi Ji truthfully.
"You used this apple once, didn't you?"
After listening, Qi Ji nodded slightly as usual and took out a small object from under his cloak.
The small and exquisite glass body, the brilliant and flowing brilliance...
It was the glass apple that saved Bernice’s life!
"Yeah!"
When Bernice saw the apple being taken out, she nodded her head rapidly, but couldn't help showing a look of pain:
Use it once and two merit points will be deducted... Not only did I not earn any merit this time, I actually lost two points. Now the original reserve was emptied in an instant!
I am just a few steps away from rescuing my mother and returning home...
Seeing Bernice in front of him instantly filled with deep sadness and regret, Qi Ji chuckled cheerfully:
"I'll give this thing to you for safekeeping temporarily. Every time you use it, two points will be deducted. For the task last night that was originally worth five points, I can only give you three points."
“…Huh?!”
Bernice was stunned, and then she raised her head and exclaimed in disbelief:
"You think I've completed last night's mission?!"
Qi Ji nodded and smiled without saying anything.
"But, but didn't I fail to investigate the situation in that house as you requested?"
Now Bernice did not show much surprise at getting what she had lost back. Instead, she looked astonished and incredulous.
"It is certain that there is a 'saint' in the villa, and this is the most valuable 'situation'."
Qi Ji reached out, took Bernice's wrist, and stuffed the star-studded glass apple into her hand:
"So far, you have five merit points."
"what……"
The extremely shocked shock gradually appeared on Bernice's delicate and fair face, and finally developed into unexpected ecstasy.
"Thank you so much! 105, you are such a nice person!!!"
She squeezed the glass apple in her hand tightly, then suddenly opened her arms and rushed towards Qi Ji:
"I love you so much!"
"Forehead……"
Qi Ji couldn't dodge in time and was held tightly in her arms. She rubbed and kneaded him like a cat, and his expression gradually became lifeless.
Meanwhile, in the core library located in the center of the Imperial National University.
Donna had already walked to the front door. She looked at the magnificent gate where people occasionally came in and out, and hesitated for a moment.
The core library was built more than a hundred years ago. Although it has been frequently renovated and maintained over the years, it still retains its original architectural style.
However, most of the buildings of the Glorious Plantagenet Empire over a hundred years ago were stone structures, which were far less strong than today's reinforced concrete. Therefore, in order to support their huge volumes, many structures were very thick.
In addition, the lights in the library are basically not turned on during the day, and the library only relies on daylight cast from the hollow ceiling.
So from the outside, it looks dark and a bit eerie.
This reminded Donna of the horrific scene yesterday afternoon when she was attacked and chased by a mysterious man...
"Ah, it actually left a psychological shadow..."
Donna knew the source of this fear, but she still stood in front of the door and hesitated for a long time with lingering fear. It took her a long time to overcome the barrier in her heart and walk in.
"…Donna?"
At this moment, a gentle voice came from behind her.
"Well?"
Donna turned around subconsciously and saw a figure that was very familiar to her.
This was a woman who looked to be about twenty-five or twenty-six years old, with small and harmonious features, giving people a very pleasing and comfortable impression; her skin was as white as snow and not very bloody.
She had long, soft dark purple hair that fell down her back. On her tall, pretty nose, she wore a pair of half-covered gold-rimmed glasses, beneath which lay a pair of purple eyes that inexplicably revealed a deep sense of fatigue.
The woman, who looked sad, sat in a uniquely shaped wheelchair. She didn't push it, but the large wheels turned by themselves.
He took her along the slope of the barrier-free passage, slowly driving from the square below to the open space in front of the library.
In addition, she was very thin and frail, and her skin was too pale and unhealthy, which made her look very sickly.
After seeing the other person's appearance clearly, Donna couldn't help but exclaimed in surprise:
"Teacher Helen!"
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The purple-haired woman in the wheelchair had a faint smile on her face and nodded slightly to Donna.
The wheelchair under her moved on its own, bringing her slowly to Donna's side:
"I saw you standing in front of the library for a long time. Why don't you go in? Is there anything wrong?"
Listening to the purple-haired woman's seemingly casual greeting, Donna forced a smile on her face and explained half-truthfully:
"I suddenly thought of something and was stunned for a while..."
After that, without waiting for the other party to say anything else, she changed the subject and said with a smile in a light and lively tone:
"Teacher Helen, are you coming to the library too?"
The purple-haired woman named Helen seemed to have been successfully diverted by Donna. She followed her meaning, nodded her chin slightly, and answered with a bit of sleepiness:
"Well, I have a senior mental theory class the day after tomorrow, and I'm going to use some more complex models, so I need to prepare."
"Oh, that's how it is."
Donna nodded and then said:
"Then, shall we go in together?"
Helen didn't say anything, but just smiled faintly and said "hmm", agreeing.
One of them walked at a deliberately slow pace, while the other drove an automatic wheelchair, and they entered the slightly dim door of the core library.
With company, Donna's inner tension and fear were not as strong, and her face did not show much unnatural expression as she walked deeper into the library.
While passing through a corridor leading to the main library area, Helen suddenly pushed her wheelchair against the wall.
Donna subconsciously turned her head and found that Helen's target was a row of shelves against the wall of the corridor, on which were placed many latest issues of magazines and morning newspapers.
These are up-to-date newspapers and periodicals provided free of charge by the library. Passers-by can choose and take them away according to their needs. Volunteers will replenish and update them regularly.
Helen did not stay in the newspaper section for too long. Her purple eyes under the gold-rimmed glasses quickly scanned the shelves, and then she reached out her hand skillfully, took out a few copies and placed them on her knees.
"Let's go."
She whispered softly, and continued to push her wheelchair down the corridor toward the main library area at the end.
Donna immediately followed, walking side by side with her.
When the two of them reached the end of the corridor, she lowered her head and glanced casually to the side, and saw clearly what newspapers and magazines Helen had chosen.
There are two copies in total, one is an academic magazine in the field of magic called "Psychoanalysis and Spiritual Structure"; the other is the latest issue of "Imperial Capital Morning Post".
"Teacher Helen is really dedicated..."
Donna withdrew her gaze and couldn't help but feel a bit of admiration and respect in her heart.
Helen is Donna's psychology teacher, but this is not her main job.
She is mainly responsible for teaching the theoretical system of mental magic to senior grades, but occasionally serves as a psychology teacher to lower grades.
But even so, she is very popular among lower grade students and is very much welcomed and loved by everyone.
Because not only are her courses lively and interesting, and her attitude is approachable, but she also always likes to share some knowledge related to the extraordinary field during the lectures.
For example, some basic common sense of extraordinary people, or the life stories of some powerful people, or the epic legends of the mythological era.
For children who are full of curiosity and yearning for the extraordinary world, these contents are very attractive, not to mention that Helen's narrative style is also very interesting and not boring at all.
I heard from some classmates that Teacher Helen was once a very good wizard. She studied under the great wizard Kabra, a senior professor at the Imperial Academy of Sciences. She once reached a very high level and was only one step away from the rumored "magician".
Later, due to some accidents, he was seriously injured, his spirituality was severely damaged, and he almost lost the ability to practice and cast spells.
Therefore, he could only work as a teacher of magic theory at the Imperial National University.
To Donna, these stories were just a few words revealed in conversations with classmates, but Donna could deeply appreciate the weight contained in these few words.
She was once a disciple of a famous teacher, a gifted girl with outstanding talent, and a rising star with high hopes for the future. However, her path that had not yet fully begun was cut off overnight, and she was sentenced to death in the field of cultivation...
Having suffered such a heavy blow and experienced such a huge gap, he was still able to actively devote himself to the cause of education. In Donna's eyes, this state of mind and will, his tenacity... were already amazing.
Amid Donna's involuntary sighs and lamentations, the two arrived at the end of the corridor.
After passing through a five or six meter high copper double door, we finally entered the main library area where giant bookshelves like buildings stood everywhere.
"Goodbye, Teacher Helen~~"
Donna leaned down slightly and spoke to Helen in a low voice.
After getting a nod from the other party, she turned and walked towards the area where the books related to her review were placed.
Helen sat there, watching Donna's back gradually move away and finally disappear among the neatly arranged bookshelves.
The smile that had been maintained at the corner of his mouth faded little by little until it disappeared completely.
She withdrew her gaze and tapped the armrest of the wheelchair with her pale and thin fingers. A weak spiritual wave emanated from her body and was channeled into the wheelchair.
The rubber-wrapped wheels turned silently, carrying her towards the bookshelf in the other direction.
During the not-so-short journey, this ordinary university lecturer who once had a glorious period of success lowered his head slightly and glanced somewhat lonely at the Imperial Capital Morning Post spread out on his knees.
When her eyes swept across a small piece of news that occupied only the corner of the page, she suddenly stopped.
