Cultivators at the Wizarding Academy

Chapter 117 A New Memory Suddenly Unlocked

The Wizarding Division at night.

The sky was shrouded in dark clouds, devoid of any light. Yet, the earth was not plunged into complete darkness. As far as the eye could see, scattered lights stretched along both sides of the road.

One by one, the flickering white flames of the spirit lamps guided the departed souls in the direction they had gone.

Since the establishment of the Wizarding Academy, there has been a rule prohibiting people from returning home at night.

The reason is that people returning home at night are often followed by strange spirits. These could be the souls and ghosts attracted by the negative energy emanating from a wizard. If you're unlucky, they might be troublesome entities like evil spirits.

The night patrol wizard, carrying the soul lamp, passed by the various dormitories in the Pale Courtyard, his gaze sweeping over the graceful figures wielding swords and dancing.

Aglaia held her breath and rhythmically swung her longsword, recalling Ovisga's exquisite swordsmanship in her mind, simulating it again and again, trying to master its rhythm.

Only through diligent practice can one forget worries and troubles.

Although she was very worried about her family's situation, she chose to follow the arrangements and firmly believed that Young Master Tai'an would provide a solution.

"Aglaia, get some rest!"

Mussofi, still steaming from her shower, was wiping her round head with a towel.

"Yes, sir!"

Aglaia stopped what she was doing and slowly sheathed her sword.

She had been training for over three hours since dinner. Drenched in sweat and nearly exhausted, the young swordswoman felt a satisfied smile spread across her face as she felt her battle aura grow stronger.

She improved by about 20% a day, which felt almost like a dream. If you included her understanding of swordsmanship, she felt that her strength had made a leap forward.

I could probably beat the two versions of myself from the past right now!

The young swordswoman hurried back to her bedroom. She opened the wardrobe and took out a change of clothes.

The warm water flowing from the showerhead washes away sweat and relieves muscle fatigue.

After strenuous exercise, the surge of endorphins brought waves of pure joy. Aglaia sat comfortably on the edge of the bed, smoothing out the folded blankets.

On the inner side of the double bed, Liadrin bent her knees, leaned against the headboard, and quietly read a book.

"Miss Delin, may I hold you while I sleep?"

"Why would you make such an unreasonable request?"

"I'm sorry, I often hug my younger sister at home; it's warmer when the two of us are together."

The main reason was that Miss Delin's pillow looked very comfortable, and Aglaia made no attempt to hide the envy in her eyes.

Liadrin scrutinized Aglaia. Her innocent, clear eyes didn't suggest any strange thoughts or sexual orientation. Although she sensed no malice, she still shook her head.

"I regret to decline!"

"Okay, please turn off the lights and get some rest."

Liadrin nodded slightly, placed a bookmark on the page, and casually pressed the switch on the magic lamp.

Before going to sleep, meditate to deplete your mental energy.

She imagined complex scenes and patterns in her mind. A moment later, she heard soft snoring beside her.

I have to say, it's quite reassuring to have someone to sleep with.

Taiya held Taian tightly, in a familiar killing pose, with a slight upturn at the corners of her mouth.

"No, no."

"I gave you chances..."

"Get away..."

In the darkness, the boy's low, nasal murmurs in his sleep could be heard from time to time.

"He must be having a nightmare?" Taiya thought to herself.

Various images and shadows kept appearing in my mind, like shattered puzzle pieces.

After many years, new memories of cultivators suddenly awaken. The four arts of cultivation: alchemy and talismans.

These are just some scattered words, and they don't seem to be complete...

In the early morning, sunlight streamed through the glass.

Tai'an instinctively sat up from the head of the bed, took deep breaths of fresh air, and stared blankly out the window.

The blanket slipped off him, and he glanced down at the clothes carelessly tossed on the bedside table, then continued to clear his mind without paying much attention.

Is killing the only condition to unlock memories?

Or was it a coincidence that I naturally awakened as I grew up over time?

Regardless, the fact that the road ahead, which had been blocked, has become accessible again is a great thing...

Tai'an casually put on his clothes, clearly remembering that he was wearing pajamas yesterday, but for some reason he had returned to a primitive state.

He didn't bother to think about it further and quietly left.

The moment the door closed, Taeya opened her eyes and muttered to herself, "Little An is getting older, we can't be too intimate anymore..."

"It's just a short nap while I'm holding you, it should be fine, it's just like before."

"The little kid didn't react at all, but I..."

The sunlight outside was too bright and dazzling. Taiya turned over uncomfortably and waved her mage hand to pull down the curtains.

"Young Master! What would you like to eat for breakfast?"

"Noodles, please!"

Taian looked up and stared at Aglaia, who seemed to want to say something but hesitated.

"Young Master!"

"You can rest assured about your family's situation. An agreement has been reached, and they will not cause you any further trouble."

Upon hearing this, Aglaia showed a relieved expression: "That's really great..."

"If you're worried tonight, Ovisga can go back with you."

Aglaia nodded excitedly.

Soon, Mussofi brought over two bowls of cooked noodles.

Aglaia sat opposite Tai'an, shyly lowering her head. She thought the young master would look at her, but he was lost in thought, and she couldn't help but feel discouraged.

"Messophie, from now on, make sure to buy enough monster meat every day. We're financially well-off now, so make sure to guarantee the cultivation resources for our followers."

"Yes, young master! Is it necessary to upgrade the level of monster meat we purchase? I saw some vendors selling Frost Triceratops meat in the market."

"You can buy it, just pay attention to the price-performance ratio..."

As they spoke, Tai'an's eyes froze slightly. A black-haired beauty in a slip dress walked down the stairs, rubbing her forehead. She was equally voluptuous, her figure full of allure.

His brain froze for a few seconds before he realized it was Liadlin.

Changing my hairstyle and hair color really makes a big difference to my style.

"You didn't even call me for breakfast?" Miss Delin challenged Aglaia.

"You're sleeping so soundly? I'm afraid you'll get angry if I disturb you," Aglaia explained.

Her sister has a very bad temper when she wakes up.

"Alright, Mr. Butler, please have the same breakfast." Liadlin sat down next to Taian, placing her cumbersome belongings on the table.

"Young master, may I go to the library with you to borrow books?"

"I doubt it will work. Borrowing books from the library is an internal perk of the Wizarding Division. Even if someone has an access pass, they can only go to the convenience store on the first floor. What kind of books do you want to read? I'll go and borrow them for you."

"I'd like to read some travelogues or accounts of my experiences with magic to fill in some gaps in my understanding of the magical world," Liadrin said hesitantly, her expression awkward. Books containing historical facts were generally too dry; reading too many would give her a headache. Life needed some light reading to balance things out: "An illustrated monster encyclopedia would also be fine."

Tai'an frowned, pondering the price of one silver dollar for a book; using it to read novels was rather expensive. But who could resist the temptation to spend money now? One gold coin was enough to read a hundred books, enough for a year.

Besides, he can watch it along with everyone, which is equivalent to getting a 50% discount.

(End of this chapter)