From now on, the vampire girl escapes from the world

"..."

Lily just tilted her head in a daze.

“…Forget it. Just treat me as if I said nothing.”

Moira slowly closed the door to the room.

No expression could be seen on the face that turned back.

79. Teaching and Modification

"Miss Elle?"

The man over there called out, and Ai'er came back to her senses.

Realizing her own gaffe, Ai Er smiled sheepishly: "Sorry, I was just thinking about some friends."

"Friend?" The man smiled friendly:

"Ms. Elle, are you worried? However, if you are temporarily short of accommodation, I can provide some for you and your friends after Miss Elle officially starts working."

"That's not urgent for now..." Ai'er scratched his face:

"Thank you, Professor Morris."

Elle looked around.

This is the fourth floor of the Modifications Building—the room at the end of the top floor corridor.

The room was well-lit. Outside the large window was the university garden and lawn. Potted plants were placed on the wide windowsill. The room was large and bright. The bookcase next to the desk was filled with books, even piled on the desk. The tea on the coffee table was slightly steaming.

Opposite the large and soft sofa was the man who was talking to Ai'er.

The man was quite young, looking no more than thirty years old—perhaps some of the older students at the military academy were about that age.

But this person was Professor Morris Wendel mentioned in the letter of introduction from the Dragon Fang Guild President.

It was rare for someone to become a professor at such a young age in the whole of Silander. If he had not made any outstanding contributions in the field of research, then he must have achieved a very high level of attainment in magic.

But Professor Morris was very enthusiastic when he saw Ai'er, and he didn't even put on any professorial airs. Even when he saw Ai'er's young appearance, the man was only surprised for a moment, and then he treated Ai'er as an equal. His attitude was polite but not rigid, and he even retained the vitality of a young man.

Therefore, Ai'er had a good impression of this man, and she couldn't help but relax as she spoke.

Ai'er shook her head, forgetting the familiar figure she saw outside the window just now: "Lily is so well behaved...it shouldn't be..."

"How is it, Miss Ai'er, are you satisfied with the environment of our university?"

"It's good. Everyone seems to be very energetic..."

"Miss Ai'er, you are joking. Judging from her appearance, Miss Ai'er should be the most energetic one." The man said jokingly: "But if you want to teach students, it may be a bit troublesome... but it's not a big deal. I also learned about Miss Ai'er's outstanding strength from the letter... it's just..."

"I know. Professor, are you still a little confused about my magical abilities?"

Ai'er stood up and walked to the bookshelf casually, looking at the books in the transparent glass.

"It's not that I'm confused. I just want to see how powerful Miss Ai'er is to receive such high praise from President Charles..."

However, before he could finish his words, Morris' eyes widened slightly.

Ai'er's little hand swept across the bookcase.

There was a slight "click" sound, and the door of the bookcase slightly popped open.

"The professor's lock is more complicated than it looks." Ai'er smiled smugly.

After opening the door, Ai'er did not touch the things inside. She just closed the bookcase casually.

The moment it closed, a faint halo flashed inside.

"...I didn't expect that. Miss Elle is more capable than what the letter said."

"At least I won't have any deficiencies in my abilities in the field of cosmetics. After all, compared to combat, this is my specialty. The professor can rest assured to leave this position to me—"

However, the professor looked at Ai'er's little body and seemed a little uneasy. He picked up the teacup and took a sip, pretending to be calm, but his lips only touched the edge of the cup, and he put it down again for a long time.

Then he looked at Al and asked:

"Excuse me, Miss Elle, is it...?"

"..."

"Sorry. I won't ask."

Morris stood up: "If you have any doubts about the content of the commission, I can take Miss Elle to have a look now. ...But. I believe in Miss Elle's character, and I hope Miss Elle will not tell others what she saw-"

"That's natural. I won't interfere in matters that don't concern us."

"...On behalf of the academy, thank you very much. I won't ask the reason - as for Miss Ai'er's request... I will also do my best."

……

"To be honest, if it was an ordinary adventurer, I would not let him take on such an important position. But if it was Miss Ai'er, I would like to show my utmost sincerity to her."

Morris walked in front, and El frowned slightly after listening to these words.

The professor was smart—or too smart.

Morris, who was walking in front, didn't notice Ai'er's expression, but continued to say:

"I believe that our students majoring in magic are the best in all areas of magic research. There may still be many people who hold the old-fashioned view that 'strength is everything', but in my opinion, 'people who study methods' are much more important and powerful than 'people who use methods'. Perhaps we are at a disadvantage in terms of strength... But if Miss Elle could see those students, she might be amazed like me, 'I didn't know there were so many outstanding people in the academy before'."

“The right path is much more important than hard work.”

"Haha, Miss Elle is right. If we follow the previous concept and let them try their best to fight with magic, they may not achieve anything in the long run." Morris continued:

"Magic was used by the earliest humans for protection and hunting. Even now, many people's thoughts are still stuck on the path of 'using magic to improve strength', 'using magic to fight', and 'using strength to gain identity and status'. At least almost all the civilian students I have come into contact with thought so before entering school. The most common way for them to come into contact with magic is as adventurers, those individuals who risk their lives to travel through mountains and rivers and fight monsters. But as I said, no matter how powerful those people are, they are all 'people who use methods'. Since the opening of our Modification Academy, the purpose has not been to fight. It's just that such a goal was still too lofty for us at the time."

“It must have been hard at the beginning.”

"It's still very difficult now... Miss Elle must have a deep understanding of this after all this. When I came back from studying in the Empire, I was invited by my former teacher in Silland, Mr. Bridges, to join the newly established School of Modification...."

El'er's eyelashes trembled slightly when she heard the name Bridges.

Originally, this person was the reason why Ai'er entered the military university.

I just didn't expect that Morris and Bridges had such a relationship.

Sure enough, I found the right person.

"…At that time, our teaching building was an old research warehouse converted into rooms. There was no place to put the bookshelves, so they could only be placed in rows in the atrium - but it was very free to read. Now the bookshelves have been moved away... and then it was converted back to a warehouse."

"Is that where we are now?"

"Yes. The military university is already short of space, so the warehouse will naturally not be empty. It's just that now, it is temporarily used to store some other...more important things."

Something more important?

Before Ai'er could ask in confusion.

Morris on the other side took the lead and walked into the door of the warehouse lobby pushed open by the guide.

"Ms. Elle. This is it." The professor turned to Elle and said.

Hearing the voice, Ai'er looked up.

He stared in surprise.

"This is……"

80. Humans Make a Comeback

The sound of people talking, footsteps, the creaking of metal frames, the roar of machines...

Accompanied by the noisy sound filling the warehouse.

What you see... is a silver-white metal "wall".

Only when I looked a little further away did I notice the entire wall.

It seemed to be... a huge cylindrical construction machine.

It is nearly six stories high, so it is not an exaggeration to call it a "building".

This single-story warehouse, which was even taller than the teaching building, was filled with large and small metal poles and elevators. People were climbing up and down the metal racks. The middle of the huge machine building was hollowed out, and the spiral staircase on the ground led directly to the huge cylinder... There was a faint light coming out of it, and those people were standing inside, looking up and recording something.

Someone walked past the two of them hastily with a recorded document in his hand... and didn't even say hello when he saw Professor Morris.

"professor."

Finally, a woman came up to the professor.

It was obvious that the other party was waiting for Professor Morris and Al to arrive.

She pushed one side of her hair back and gave Elle a slight bow.

"I'm the professor's assistant. Ella Rosalind. Welcome, Miss Elle."

"You're welcome, Miss Ella." Elle returned the greeting.

But my sight is still attracted by the huge courage in front of me.

As if understanding Ai'er's shock and curiosity at this moment.

"Let's go."

After signaling to the assistant, the few of them did not stay there for long. Morris took the lead in climbing the curved metal stairs. Ai'er followed the professor's footsteps while looking around with wide eyes.

The railing leading up is very simple, and the sharp edges are a bit painful to hold. It can be seen that it was added later.

At least it is completely different from the simplicity and flatness of the middle wall.

Ai'er followed the professor and looked into the interior of the huge machine.

The metal-like ground was filled with various magical instruments, but compared to this giant object, they looked a little crude. The researchers or students were busy conducting experiments or recording something.

The numerous tubes and large and small components in the arc-shaped inner wall are all exposed through the transparent thin wall.

"Ms. Elle, take a look here."

In this giant gallbladder. The professor looked up and pointed at the ceiling of the machine.