A brave man may not live, but he cannot die

Chapter 58 Merlin's Tomb

Bang.

Fireworks exploded one after another, and brilliant lights poured in from the floor-to-ceiling windows of the auditorium, illuminating the girl's calm face.

A girl? A young woman? In the darkness, relying solely on the fleeting flash of fireworks, Quinn couldn't determine her age, but she was definitely not very old. Her petite figure made Quinn, who was pressing on her, feel a sense of guilt, as if he were committing a crime.

"Compensate me with the pineapple."

What?
Quinn was confused. Is this the time to talk about this?
Anyway, get up first.

Before that, take your hands off her.
Hiss, how can I stay in this position?

It's a crime.

She seemed a little angry, but Quinn wasn't sure, because even when she was pushed down and her breasts were attacked, she didn't react at all.

He didn't shout or cry, and his expression was calm, like a wooden man.

Only when she discovered that the pineapple was gone did her eyes change slightly——

Before that, the girl was looking at Quinn, but she seemed to be oblivious to him, as if the 5'8" tall man pressing down on her was no different from the air around her. But after the pineapple disappeared, her gaze was fixed on Quinn's face. Her expression was still calm, without anger or any other emotion, but at least she was "looking" at him.

"Sorry, sorry, it was so dark I didn't notice you."

Quinn quickly pulled his hand away and climbed to his feet.

Hmm, I just seemed to have caught it.
There is no undulation, but it is not a steel plate. There is just a small piece of slightly elastic flesh to squeeze the fingers, and finally the bone feeling to press the hand.
Why is the groove divided into the front, middle and back notes? Where is the wine tasting? If you keep savoring it, your sentence will be doubled.
When she stood up, she realized that she was much smaller than she had imagined, probably less than 1.5 meters tall.

Quinn dared to swear on the browser history that he was not a lolita complex. He liked older women and could not get along with Hawking.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to. Did I hurt you?"

The girl ignored him and looked at the pizza for a long time before repeating in a sullen tone:

"Compensate me with the pineapple."

Quinn is going crazy. Am I apologizing to the pineapple that was knocked over?
"Um, then should I find you another pineapple pizza?"

"Gone."

The girl suddenly stood up - just out of thin air, violating physics, she stood up straight, as if she was replaying the fall in reverse, which was extremely terrifying.

Quinn was so frightened by her sudden uprightness that he staggered back. Are you a female ghost?
"This is the last pineapple pizza."

After saying that, the girl turned around and prepared to pick up all the pineapples that fell on the ground.

"Hey, it's so dirty, why are you picking it up?" Quinn hurriedly stopped her.

The girl held the pizza with only one crust left and said calmly, "It's not tasty without pineapple."

Fuck, is that the point?
"Wait a minute."

Quinn had an idea and took a clean dinner plate and started gathering them on the table.

Tomato sauce, cheese, basil leaves, shredded cheese, salt, black pepper
Fortunately, we were in Grindelwald, and the calorie bomb menu of my fellow townsman was full of similar ingredients.

After collecting them, Quinn held out his hand to the girl: "—Give me the pizza."

Her eyes changed slightly again, not wanting to give off a look of distrust.

"It's delicious." Quinn said simply, "I'm a teacher, I won't lie to you."

So the girl hesitated for a moment and chose to hand the pizza to him.

Quinn spread the tomato sauce evenly on the surface of the pizza, then sprinkled some cheese, mozzarella and basil leaves, followed by salt.
His Chinese cooking skills were average; he hadn't specifically learned how to cook, so he could only make simple home-cooked meals. However, he was quite good at Western cuisine, as he'd worked for many years in Northern Europe, so he had some good Western dishes. Most Western dishes were simpler to prepare than Chinese ones; all he needed to do was memorize the ingredient ratios and cooking methods, rather than requiring elaborate heat control or cooking techniques.

Take this Neapolitan pizza, for example.

His former junior high school teacher invited him to dinner once, and he later learned how to make Neapolitan pizza from an Italian chef in the restaurant's kitchen. He found that Neapolitan pizza is simple and delicious, and as long as the ingredients are similar, it can taste good.

After finishing it, Quinn realized that he had overlooked a problem.

He needed to melt the cheese on the pizza, but there was no oven or stovetop available.

"Fire" Quinn circled around. There were some candlesticks on the table for lighting, but those candlesticks were also powered by arcane. After Ankua cut off the energy source, nothing was available.

Suddenly, there was a roar like the jet of a planetary engine.

"What the hell is that noise——"

Quinn turned his head and was nearly blinded by the light.

The girl stretched out her hand, and flames blazed from her palm in a gradient of white, blue, and red, shooting like a sword straight toward the ceiling of the auditorium. This color represented the temperature at the center of the flames reaching 1,500 degrees Celsius, enough to melt even steel!
Fortunately, we are in Grindelwald. I don’t know what material the dome above the auditorium is made of, but it can withstand such high temperatures and is safe for the time being.

"Here, fire." The girl said kindly.

Quinn was forced to step back repeatedly due to the intense heat. "It's too big! Smaller!"

The flames then shrank again, no longer as terrifying as an erupting volcano, but still not suitable for baking pizza.

"Smaller, smaller—yes, yes, yes, I'll put the plate on the table and you bake it."

"Don't spray it directly, use the residual heat around the flame to melt the cheese and mozzarella."

"Be careful, the crust underneath is already cooked. If you bake it any longer it will burn."

"Good, that's it."

Quinn sprinkled black pepper on the baked pizza, then picked up the plate and handed it to the girl.

"Here, try it, it's definitely better than..."

His words suddenly got stuck in his throat.

With the help of the flames, Quinn finally saw the girl's full appearance.

What a nice view.

The flames danced in her tiny palms, complementing her radiant white skin. Her face, barely the size of a palm, resembled a sculpture, almost unreal in its beauty. Quinn, lost in thought, suspected it was a painted work of art. Before her, Quinn had only experienced such a powerful beauty in the Demon King Ruby.

Ruby's beauty could perhaps be described as one in a million, stunning, or even stunning. Divine yet lively, majestic yet endearing, a strikingly unique character. But the girl before him was different. She possessed nothing but a pure face—pure white, clean, like the creation of a goddess of beauty, leaving no room for desecration.

Her hairstyle reminded Quinn of Rei Ayanami, with short, wispy hair framing her face. Her temperament was very similar, but he had never seen hair like this before—a light, gradient green, like the green of the aurora borealis, turning into a lake-like blue at the ends. Her eyes were also very rare, white. If you didn't look closely, it was hard to even see the spirit in them.

Quinn still couldn't pinpoint her age. Even Amamiya Nene looked younger than her. His only guess was that she was somewhere between pubescent and adulthood based on her figure. She wore no white stockings beneath her school uniform, and her legs were thin. Her tiny feet pressed against the heels of her loafers, as if she'd casually slipped them on. This made her look a little less "perfect." If she were dressed too neatly, she'd look like a sculpture.

Quinn didn't get to stare for long because the girl, seeing the pizza was done, immediately extinguished the flame and reached over.

"Be careful, it's still hot—"

Before she finished her words, she had already bitten into it, taking a big, full bite.

The cheese is moist, the pizza is soft, the sweet and sour taste of the tomatoes is mixed with the milky aroma of the cheese, the basil leaves are just right, and finally a little bit of salt and black pepper balance all the flavors.

Quinn didn't know if it was an illusion, but he actually felt that her expression had changed - her eyes widened slightly, and her eyebrows jumped slightly. Did she think it tasted good?
She didn't say anything, just nibbled on the pizza like a little hamster.
Finally, the girl finished the whole pizza, licked her fingers with satisfaction, looked at Quinn and asked:

"name?"

Quinn was stunned. Damn, are you going to go to the disciplinary office and report me for molesting you?
After struggling for a bit, he realized that there were only so few people in the academy and he couldn't fool them, so he had to tell the truth: "I'm really sorry, my name is Quinn."

The girl tilted her head, not understanding why he wanted to introduce himself.

"I want to know the name of the pizza."

Quinn's eye twitched. This is a god.

".Neapolitan pizza."

She repeated it softly and nodded, "I remember it."

Then the two of them looked at each other in silence.

Nearly four minutes had passed, and Quinn knew he couldn't delay any longer.

"Aren't you going to watch the fireworks?" He had to get the girl away.

Her eyes became vague again, as if she was wondering why there were fireworks outside the window.

"Oh, go." She paused and looked at Quinn. "Do you want me to take you? You can help me make pizza. You're a good person."

Sister, your view of good and evil is too simple
".I forgot something in the auditorium. I'll go back later."

The girl looked at him straight.

"Why are you nervous?"

"Nervous?" Quinn was stunned and asked in a puzzled manner, "Me?"

Time was passing by every second. He was going to dig up the ancestral tombs of the First Arcane Academy of Tamilan. Of course he was nervous, but he should not have shown it just now. Was it so obvious?

"I've been nervous from the start. Aren't you here to steal pizza?"

Quinn almost laughed out of anger. Who the hell would come and steal pizza at a time like this?

Oh, you
"I seem to have offended you just now." Quinn had to make an excuse for his nervousness: "I'm sorry."

"Offensive?" The girl thought for a long time before asking calmly, "Do you mean touching my breasts? Harry said I'm a girl and can't let the opposite sex touch my body."

"I'm really sorry, it was pitch black and I didn't see it the first time." Quinn's old face turned red. He really didn't touch it. How could he get up without holding on?
She suddenly started touching herself, which was indeed a bit erotic, but her expression didn't seem like she was doing anything bad. Instead, it looked like she was checking parts.

"It's not broken, and the pizza is delicious. I forgive you."

Quinn was speechless. He really couldn't understand this girl's train of thought.

How hard do you have to crush this thing to break it?
She turned her head, and the light of the fireworks illuminated her beautiful profile. The next second, the girl disappeared.

Quinn exclaimed in horror, did the space and light and shadow just twist like a pretzel?
“Oh my god!!”

He was just about to look for where the girl had gone when suddenly the space above his head twisted again. A dark shadow fell from the sky, sat on Quinn's face, and fell down again with a bang.

Fortunately, she was not heavy, otherwise Quinn's neck would be in danger.

She looked around in confusion, as if she didn't understand why she was still in the auditorium.

“Woo woo woo!”

With her mouth suppressed, Quinn let out a humiliating gasp.

The girl looked down and realized that Quinn was sitting on by her.

"I'm sorry, I'm not very proficient in space magic yet."

After she finished speaking, she disappeared again in a flash.

Including when he set the fire just now, he didn't take out his wand or recite any spells. If it weren't for the faint fragrance lingering on his nose, Quinn would probably have thought he had seen a ghost.

His eyes widened, it's not you, girl...
Why is it naked? Is it just a skirt?

The touch of the nose tip feels like... Damn, why am I savoring it again? Life imprisonment is going to be turned into a death sentence!
Quinn quickly got up. Almost five minutes had passed. He had to dig the grave immediately!
After shouting twice and making sure that the girl was really gone this time, he immediately went to the piano, opened the top cover and took out the Coke hidden inside, then trotted all the way to the huge oil painting of Merlin.

Bang! !
The moment the fireworks exploded, Quinn resolutely stepped in.

A cool breeze blew on his face.

After blinking, Quinn stood under a sky full of stars.

There was a gentle breeze, and behind him was a black frame as big as an oil painting. If he stepped back, he should be able to return to the auditorium.

Before my eyes was a vast space, green grass, wild flowers, and an endless rustling sound, the sound of the wind blowing across the grassland.

Less than ten meters ahead, there stood a small stone tablet, surrounded by a few bricks on a slope covered with flowers.

Quinn's eyes flashed, Merlin's tomb!
He ran over with the cola mixed with the devil's ashes, put it down, and started digging without saying a word.

Under the arcanist's robe, there was a small iron shovel. The soil of the grassland was very loose, and a large piece of it could be lifted up with a little prying.

Quinn said to himself while digging:
"Don't blame me, don't blame me. I'll lend you my relic. When I return to Earth, I'll definitely set up a memorial for you and burn incense every day. I guarantee that in your next life, you'll be reborn as a celestial being who can see the Forbidden City from a window. Huh?"

Only then did he notice that there were words written on the stone tablet, and they were in Chinese?!
【Tomb of Yang Jingyu.】

【Born in 1998 AD, died in 590 AD.】

Quinn was slightly stunned. Born in 1998. Is this someone who traveled through time from the same era as me?
There are words below.

【I know you will come to sweep my grave.】

[If you see a monument, it means my attempt to save the world has failed. Magic is not working. Try other methods.]

[I have taken over from Link, so I should be able to buy myself about 300 more years.]

[This world can only accommodate two travelers at a time. One must die to make room for the next one to enter. Therefore, the summoning magic that Leticia and I created is useless. Let's throw it away.]

I've created an alternate-world version of Hogwarts. Link's style won't work. If the demons invade, one-third of humanity will perish. Civilization can't thrive relying solely on supernatural powers. We must strengthen our overall combat capabilities and train arcanists en masse. I've poured half my life's work into this school. Future wars will surely be easier. Please use it wisely.

The hidden dangers of arcane and magic are significant, but I estimate that no one else will reach the source before the apocalypse, so it's not a big deal. If you ever manage to resolve the apocalypse, remember to destroy arcane and magic. Remember this.

[I'm going to Manba Out first. It's nice to meet you. If there is a next life, let's play games together again.]

If we never meet again, I wish you a worthy death.

end?

Quinn frowned. What did this mean? Was it an invasion by demons?
There are a few lines below.

However, compared to the neat regular script above, the one below looks more like "I was here" carved by unscrupulous tourists. Judging from the traces of the font, it was carved by different people and in different eras:

[Old Yang, your aesthetic is as tacky as your XP. You've made Hogwarts look like a nunnery, all black arcanist robes and skirts? You don't understand a thing. Also, could you please stop using Kobe Bryant memes? Boys who don't use Kobe memes really get extra points, okay?]

Could this be left by the third brave man whose information is unknown?
[Add 8 points or 24 points? Your aesthetic isn't much better than Lao Yang's. I created a country in the East Continent Islands. Don't worry, cheongsams, lace, maid outfits, and leather jackets are all hot! Isn't this better than the Hogwarts that Lao Yang left behind? By the way, I changed the school uniform into a JK dress and it looks much better.]

This should be the fourth hero of the East Country, Tetsuya Amamiya. Damn, this is really a two-dimensional.
Where are my black stockings? Where are my black stockings? Where are my black stockings? Without these loafers, they'd look bland.

The fifth brave man Jiangnan. He has an incredible obsession with smelly feet.

[I'm too lazy to criticize this. A good magic school has been turned into a brothel.]

The missing sixth hero?
[You're too lazy to spray it? Didn't you remove the safety pants? The Brave Man's Laughing Story of Cutting Cloth.]

This is the last one. Who left this?
Quinn laughed angrily.

The current version of the school uniform is not black stockings at all, but white stockings... Bao was modified by the last person who is the most righteous.

Judging from their messages, do the heroes all know each other? Did they all travel through time from the same era?
A snapping sound interrupted Quinn's thoughts.

He looked down and saw that the shovel had hit a small square box.

found it!
He quickly dug out the box, but was stunned when he opened it. What was inside was not ashes at all, but an elderberry wand.

Where are the ashes?
Quinn subconsciously looked into the pit, and there was nothing under the box.

Time is running out, where should the ashes be buried?

"Oh, I see. I was wondering why a teaching assistant wouldn't go watch the fireworks, but instead come digging graves—it turns out he's a time traveler looking for ashes to make potions."

Quinn's heart skipped a beat, his head buzzing. Who?!

The woman's voice, now standing behind Quinn, sighed in confusion.

"But Merlin's ashes were taken away by the last hero five years ago. What are you doing here? Didn't your Demon King prepare anything for you?"

(End of this chapter)