As an NPC, having a lot of skills is quite reasonable, right?

When Moen carried the unconscious Elwin out of the barrier, the group of Starweave Academy scholars and servants who had been chatting outside immediately surrounded him.

"What's wrong, Lord Elwin?!"

"Where's Captain Olson? Why hasn't he come out?"

Moen remained expressionless in the face of the astonished and suspicious eyes.

"A second collapse occurred inside the ruins. Captain Olson, in order to protect Lord Elwin, triggered the defense mechanism and perished together with the core guardian."

"Then how come you're alright?" a subordinate who appeared to be brought by Olsen asked.

"I was weak and walked behind them, so I wasn't affected."

"To perish together?" The scholars looked at each other, their eyes filled with doubt.

We all came together, and everyone knew what kind of person Olsen was.

Would someone like Olson sacrifice himself to save someone? That's more absurd than the sun rising in the west.

"You can go in and check if you're not afraid of a third collapse," Moen said coldly, not giving them a chance to question him.

"However, if we miss the best time for Lord Erwin's treatment, I don't know if you can bear the blame."

The group was taken aback by Moen's words and stopped worrying about the truth. They hurriedly lifted Alvin onto the carriage and sped off towards Nohanville.

……

After being unconscious for three hours, Alvin woke up.

There was no screaming, no breakdown; she simply drank the glass of water that Moen handed her.

Since she didn't know when Alvin had fainted, Moen recounted Olson's death to her.

Of course, the whole process concealed secrets such as skills that could not be exposed. It was just that Olson was only barely holding on when I ambushed him when he was about to kill you.

Elwin listened silently and nodded. In fact, no matter how Moen killed Olsen, Elwin would not say anything detrimental to Moen to his colleagues at the Starweave Academy.

Because at this moment, in this unfamiliar world, she had a strange feeling that Moen, this stranger she had met by chance, was actually the person standing with her.

Ten minutes later, the group of people accompanying the Star Pattern Academy were called into the room.

To Moen's surprise, this previously timid and bookish boy was unusually calm at this moment.

She sat on the edge of the bed, her face pale, but her tone left no room for doubt: "Mr. Moen is right, it was an accident."

"Olsen... he sacrificed himself for the honor of the Starweave Academy."

She didn't expose Olson's betrayal because she knew that there might still be the woman's informants among the group.

If things escalate now, she'll be in even more danger in Nohanville. It's better to give Olsen a dignified death and get rid of these people first.

"We need to take Captain Olsen's belongings back to explain the situation," one scholar tentatively suggested.

"Of course." Alvin nodded and took a copy of the "Relics Survey Report" from under his pillow and handed it to them.

"Take this with you and go back to tell the chief that the survey was very successful, but the losses were heavy. I need to stay in Nohanville to organize the follow-up data. You... should set off for the academy immediately to report back."

Upon hearing that they could leave this awful place, the group of scholars, who had originally come here just to gain experience, felt as if they had been granted a pardon.

They didn't care how Olsen died; as long as they had this report, they could go back and collect their reward.

In less than half an hour, the group packed their bags and fled Nohanville as if they were refugees.

……

At the end of the hotel corridor is a floor-to-ceiling window that faces the distant snow-capped mountains.

When Moen found Alvin, she was standing alone by the window.

The afterglow of the setting sun shone on her long flaxen braid, shimmering with beautiful golden light, but her silhouette appeared quite lonely.

Moen stood there for a while, organizing his thoughts, before stepping forward.

"that……"

He wanted to say "please accept my condolences" or "don't be too sad," but the words seemed a bit off when they came out.

Hearing footsteps, Erwin turned around.

Seeing Moen's conflicted look, as if he wanted to say something but couldn't, she paused for a moment, then burst out laughing.

"Hehe, Mr. Moen, you look like you've encountered some unsolvable academic problem." Alvin raised his hand to wipe away the tears that hadn't actually fallen from the corner of his eye, still wearing that somewhat naive smile.

"Don't try to comfort me. It's really not a big deal. It's just that I... have nothing."

She turned her head and looked at the starlight gradually brightening outside the window. Her tone was so light that it was heartbreaking: "I've been an orphan since I was little. My teacher picked me up but never took care of me. I got to where I am now by cleaning the library and secretly reading secret manuals."

"When I was at the Star Pattern Academy, they mocked my research and looked down on my background, but I got used to it."

"At least I won't see those nasty guys here!" She stretched and took a deep breath of the cold air.

"I may not have many other skills, but I'm best at starting over!"

Moen could tell that Alvin wasn't forcing a smile.

She is like a wild grass growing in the cracks of rocks. No matter how it is trampled and broken or how dark it is, it will always stubbornly stick its head out, time and time again.

"Mr. Moen." Alvin suddenly turned around, his intellectual eyes filled with a thirst for knowledge.

"The logic you used when deciphering the stone tablet is something I've never seen in the Star Pattern Academy before."

"Those old men sitting in the tower are always waiting for us to bring the stone slab back so they can talk big at meetings."

She carefully straightened her slightly wrinkled robe and bowed deeply to Moen: "I want to stay."

"I can not only appraise antiques, but also repair magical devices, and I can even cook (though it's not very good). Could I learn from you?"

Moen fell silent.

Taking in someone whom the current head of the Starweave Academy wants to get rid of means potentially provoking the church that controls the magical lifeline of this world.

But looking at this strong girl in front of him, he just couldn't bring himself to say that cold rejection.

"I don't keep idlers here." Moen forced a cold expression to show his authority.

"Moreover, I am very picky. Even if a high-level scholar does a bad job, I will still criticize him."

Alvin's eyes lit up, and his smile blossomed into a radiant grin: "As long as you give me food, you can curse me all you want!"

[Detection indicates that the fate of the character "Erwin Peder" has been altered.]

[Obtain the Life Stone: The Fool's Truth]

[Life Stone: The Fool's Truth]

[Level: Azure]

[Life Stone Maxim: Truth often doesn't wear fancy clothes, but is held in the hands of those fools who tirelessly seek it out.]

This Life Stone can be used as a medium for fusing two Sacred Ritual Skills.

[It can also be used to fuse two ordinary skills, and some information about the fused skill can be obtained.]