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The Whispering Verses :- Chapter 45: The Professors of Saint Byron

Using [Silver Moon Slash] does not require casting materials, only the motion of drawing light with the body in the air. The silver arc of light can slash forward, resulting in an offensive form.

Before midnight, Shard Hamilton repeatedly attempted this many times in his curtain-drawn room, creating arc after arc of light and slashing them forward. He was very excited. Although he had tried telekinesis, Blood Echo, and Light Technique before, [Silver Moon Slash] fit his imagination of “power” and “mystery.”

Unfortunately, Shard was just a beginner, with only a shallow understanding of the [Silver Moon] element rune and little spirit energy of his own. Therefore, those arcs of light couldn’t even leave noticeable marks on the wall.

But if it was to harm a fragile human body, it should be sufficient at close range.

Although this thaumaturgy currently had mediocre power, the arc of light left in the air was extremely beautiful, even more elegant and noble than depicted in books, which intrigued the curious orange cat, Mia.

Of course, these four thaumaturgies from the curriculum were provided for free by the academy. If Shard wanted more thaumaturgies from the academy, he could look them up in the library and pay to obtain the knowledge of those thaumaturgies.

Each professor also had different collections of thaumaturgies and spells. Achieving high grades in their courses was another way to obtain free thaumaturgies and spells.

Regarding the academy’s thaumaturgies and spells, Dr. Schneider considered the library prices unreasonable, saying it was an “exploitation” of correspondence students by the academy.

Shard found it better to buy from his group members and local ring warlocks rather than from the academy. To him, the academy served only as a source for rare thaumaturgies and spells.

Regardless, the Outsider had thoroughly stepped through the mystical and extraordinary doors of the Eerie Steam Epoch.

Summarizing his current situation, the Outsider realized that what he lacked the most was neither time nor experience but gold pounds. He hence became more determined to run this detective agency, as it was currently the best way for him to make money.

“Earn gold pounds through commissions, then obtain knowledge from Saint Byron Academy. Acquire the four-element runes, advance continuously, and even if I can’t go back, I will witness this mysterious and magnificent world.”

Owning a house of his own now made Shard feel less constrained than the past few days.

As for copying books from his past world or profiting from past world knowledge in the Steam Epoch, he needed to stabilize his position here and gain more power before he could plan in detail.

The entire day was spent playing with the cat and reading books. Even though he didn’t have any income today, Shard, having mastered his first thaumaturgy, was very happy.

When night came, seeing the clock showing eleven o’clock, Shard first locked the nocturnal orange cat Mia in the bedroom. He then moved the coffee table and sofa to make space.

He placed the four chairs from the dining table in the living room, using a compass to strictly correct their orientation. Finally, he filled a large basin with water and placed it in the center of the four chairs.

He changed into the only formal suit in his wardrobe, closed the curtains, and adjusted the gas lamp in the living room to a dimly lit warm yellow state.

He then sat on the chair at the north, with a match in one hand and the elective course list scroll in the other. He kept an eye on the clock, and as it neared twelve, he quickly struck the match on the chair armrest.

Due to excessive force, the match broke in the middle. Shard was slightly surprised but immediately drew another match from the matchbox on his knee.

Matches in this epoch were not safety matches, and the matchbox didn’t have a rough area for striking. Drawing a match and igniting it on the ground, shoe sole, or wall was the common practice.

The second match was finally lit. Shard looked up at the clock, and upon hearing the first chime, he immediately ignited the scroll. The parchment scroll caught fire almost instantly, and upon seeing the flames, he quickly tossed the scroll into the water before him.

Although he had prepared, seeing the scroll turning into tiny blue sparks in the water basin still astonished Shard:

“What is this?”

He wondered, and the woman’s voice in his mind unexpectedly spoke:

[Not a thaumaturgy or spell, but a more ancient occult power. This is some kind of ritual.]

“A ritual?”

Before he could get a further explanation, the entire basin of water began to radiate light. The closed room started to have wind, and in those winds, three beams of light projected from the basin towards the east, west, and south.

Thus, three blue translucent human figures emerged, becoming clearer gradually and sitting on the chairs Shard had prepared. Shard even saw characters swimming within their transparent bodies, but even understanding one caused his head to ache. Learning from the [Dark Box] lesson, he curbed his excessive curiosity.

Their appearance made the room suddenly cold.

Directly facing Shard to the south was an old man with round-framed glasses. He wore formal black attire, his stature even taller than Shard’s, with a pocket watch chain extending from his chest pocket to the button on his chest:

“Deputy Principal of Saint Byron Comprehensive Academy, Director of Student Affairs, Library Management College Professor Hams Sanchez.”

Professor Sanchez introduced himself in very standard Delaurentian, nodding slightly towards Shard.

This name matched the signature in the message, indicating it was indeed he who had arranged this meeting with Shard.

Sitting on the chair in the east was a middle-aged man in his forties, skinny but with a determined expression. The same black formal suit paired with a white shirt, and the cuff buttons bore the Saint Byron Comprehensive Academy emblem, a chained book.

His ears seemed pointy, unlike regular humans:

“Deputy Principal of History, Professor Hessgaard Garcia.”

His Delaurentian wasn’t as standard as Professor Sanchez’s. In this world, both southern Carsonric and northern Delaurentian were common, so perhaps Professor Garcia was from the south.

Lastly, sitting on the west chair was a beautiful woman in her thirties with curly hair. She wore a monocle over her right eye and a common-style blue female clerk’s uniform, holding a writing board and pen.

She kindly nodded at Shard, speaking less formally than the two professors:

“I’m Larks Jones from the Academy’s Secretariat. According to the rules, when academy professors communicate with correspondence ring warlocks outside teaching situations, a secretary from the Secretariat must record and archive the conversation. This is to protect both you and the secrets of Saint Byron Academy.”

“I understand. Good evening, Professor Sanchez, Professor Garcia, Miss Jones. Do you need some hot tea? The black tea I have here is quite good.”

After a slight surprise, Shard politely spoke to the three translucent figures, wondering if this ritual worked similarly to a projector. The chilling atmosphere suggested that the ritual’s original intent might not have been for remote meetings.

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The Whispering Verses

The Whispering Verses

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Arriving in a new world where the steam industry is thriving, you inherit a three-story apartment in the kingdom's capital square. Accompanied by someone else's cat and listening to the whispers in your ear, you witness this strange and mysterious era. The epic of the Sixth Age is about to begin. Behind the curtains, the chosen ones will step into legend. Old gods, relics, steam, witches, detectives, ancient mysteries, the radiance of epochs... "Do you want to play a round of Lord Cards?" Time engraves the years, and the silver moon illuminates the shadows. I write legends for you, and you whisper verses for me.



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