After mastering the resurrection technique, they begged me to extend their lives.

Terraria, the Magic Kingdom, Egret Academy - Mage Tower.

The top floor of the clock tower.

In the grand library, surrounded by arcane magical particles, ancient magical books floated in various sections as if they were weightless.

A black raven flapped its wings and cautiously flew in through the open window. Scanned by beams of identification light, it landed in the messenger's exclusive area.

"Miss Gray Mist! I've come to deliver a token!"

Xiao An picked up a feather from the crow's leg, looking tired, and handed it to a witch who was sitting cross-legged, her face covered by a large witch's hat, leaning against the main seat of the library's duty officer, dozing off.

"Ah. It's Yubora."

The weak, listless voice sounded like someone suffering from kidney deficiency.

The crow knew that Miss Gray Mist's endocrine disorder had been going on for many years.

"Please call me Xiao An, Miss Gray Mist. I've changed my name."

"oh."

Gray Mist raised her delicate hand, adjusted her magic hat, and straightened the brim, revealing an immortal face devoid of any human color—

Her skin was so fair it was almost translucent, her eyebrows and eyes were slender and soft, her nose was small, and her lips were pale. Her features were so exquisite, as if they had been carved out of a magic mirror, that it was a beauty that no ordinary human could achieve.

She had long, light gray curly hair, and was always surrounded by a faint herbal fragrance and the magic of mist. Her whole demeanor was indifferent, aloof, lazy, and distant.

At this moment, the professor from the magic academy looked at the crow and said with slight surprise:

"Not only did you change your name, you also died."

「!?」

The crow was startled!

He thought to himself: Sure enough, nothing can be hidden from this Grand Magister.

"The magic within me is all that remained from before my death, and once it's restored, it can't replenish itself; the more I use it, the lower it gets. Tsk, interesting, truly interesting."

It's like discovering a topic worth exploring.

Professor Gray Mist sat up straight, her slender, fairy-like body resembling an elf's.

She raised her slender white arm from beneath her robes and snatched the raven away from afar—

"Ouch! Miss Gray Mist, please be gentle! Little Dark is a living spirit bird! Not a corpse!"

As the crow cawed, it looked up again and found itself almost touching the face of the archmage. Her misty pupils held a long-lost curiosity as she scrutinized it from head to toe.

"How did you manage to survive?"

Gray Mist parted her thin lips slightly, and her hoarse, weak voice seemed to regain a bit of vitality.

"Uh...it's a long story."

Considering that Mentor Gray Mist's superb appraisal skills have a unique "lie-detecting ability"... Xiao An dared not hide anything.

He immediately revealed everything, including but not limited to, "Your beloved disciple Hela has developed feelings for my new master who resurrected me, and quite intense ones at that."

"A traitor?"

Gray Mist's expression turned cold, and he said uncomfortably, "Having encountered such a talented young man, instead of thinking about discussing and learning with him, you're letting your romantic mind cloud your judgment and want to wander far away with him?"

"And besides, of all places, they chose Endedes."

"Don't you want to come back and hand in your homework?"

"Tsk. This is really unpleasant."

The gray mist cradled the crow, breathing heavily, its sickly, slender branches and abundant fruit swaying slightly like a peach tree.

"What is this?"

Finally, she noticed the token the crow had brought back.

"It's something my new master asked me to have you appraise, oh, in Miss Hela's name!"

"..."

Xiao An is still a bit naive when it comes to interpersonal relationships, and she accidentally blurted out everything.

"OK."

Miss Gray Mist picked up the feather and examined it repeatedly in her palm.

A sliver of murky white light flashed in his pupils.

The answer was found in the next instant.

"The natal soul feather of the Mad Bird lineage comes from the divine bird 'Harpy.' It seems to be something from her descendants."

The erudite professor was clearly different from ordinary mentors. Although she looked only 19-22 years old, her actual age... no one could know.

For a witch, there are plenty of ways to preserve her youth, let alone a master potion maker like Gray Mist who is an expert in herbalism.

"Harpy..."

Upon hearing the name, the crow couldn't help but have a vague recollection of it.

"Isn't that the embodiment of thunderstorms, the Mother of Silver Lightning? In the mythology of our spirit bird clan, Harpy has already ascended to heaven. Could it be that her descendant has come to find my master? Does she want to do something with my master to continue the lineage?"

Little Dark chattered on and on, blurting out everything he should and shouldn't have said, causing Gray Mist to frown again.

"Resurrection spell, Silver Lightning Feather... Hmm, it can even hook Hela, which means it's not bad looking."

"Miss Gray Mist is indeed exceptionally intelligent! That's right, Master is the most authoritative-looking male human I've ever seen! Even in the eyes of us crows, he makes us want to pounce on him all the time...!"

"ah."

Gray Fog grabbed the noisy little bird and tossed it into a birdcage not far away.

In fact, as her mentor, she couldn't possibly be unaware of her beloved student's preferences.

Hela was the most outstanding graduate of the previous year at Egret Academy, without exception.

Having just graduated, one has already reached a combat strength of LV35 or higher. What does that mean?

This is equivalent to obtaining an intermediate-level magician qualification certificate while still in school, making one a true intermediate-level professional.

"After I recommended her to join the Travelling Monks Association, she had a bright future ahead of her, able to travel and gather material for her dissertation while striving for advanced qualifications. However, did she fall into the trap of male allure?"

"That won't do."

Gray Mist tossed her long hair, still fragrant with morning dew, over her shoulder, turned, and walked towards a mysterious bookshelf in the Grand Library, waving her hand—

The hidden door behind it was opened.

Splash...

The bookshelf slid to both sides, revealing an oval-shaped light screen that glowed blue.

"Miss Gray Mist! Could it be...!"

The crow was startled by the sight!

It scrambled back, flapping its wings frantically. "My master is a holy evil sorcerer! He enjoys dead bodies and craves freedom! He might not be suited to be..."

She seemed to understand what Miss Gray Mist's actions meant.

"Enough with the nonsense."

The gray mist stared coldly at the crow, who immediately felt a chill run down his spine, as if he had been pulled into a gravitational field, and he fell to the ground on the spot.

"Over the years, besides Hela, which of my disciples can boast to those old fogies? Who else can serve as my model to face off against that vixen Margaret?"

"Now look what's happened, Hela has been lured away by a man, she really doesn't appreciate all the sacrifices I've made for her."

"It's come to this, so be it. I'm a very reasonable person. If I lose one disciple, I'll just have to gain a new one to fill the gap. It's truly frustrating."

Xiao An: "But why didn't you plan to go out before you guessed he was handsome...?"

"The Speechless Curse."

Om-!

The world spun around.

Xiao An felt a tightness in her throat.

Not only can I no longer cast spells.

He couldn't even speak anymore.

All I can make when I open my mouth is a "hoarse" sound...

Ignoring her complaints, Gray Mist took out a flying carpet from his super-high-level magic ring and strode towards the portal:

"His name is An Xiao, right? If he really is the inheritor of the magic of 'Aledesdina,' and has also been chosen by the divine bird Harpy, then I believe that such a young man's talent in magic will definitely crush the entire White Heron Academy for the past five hundred years."

"Looks like I'll have to go out and take on a new apprentice for a bit of fun, all for the sake of performance evaluation."

As if trying to find a lame excuse for herself, Miss Gray Mist lifted the black, opaque stockings under her skirt that hadn't been washed for two days, and darted into the teleportation screen that led directly to the border of the Magic Kingdom.

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