Vol 4 Chapter 31: "That One" (Part 1)

Royal Wizard College, large library.
In a wizarding college full of alchemists and testbeds, this may be the only place Isaac likes-first of all, there are many collections that he has not read in Ebden, and secondly, it is very quiet, and Unlike the testbeds everywhere.
Then the most important point is that the library is the "home" of Isaac Grantham, the mystic wizard, and only when he is here can he satirize, attack, ridicule and tease those "dishes". "Little potatoes, and mentors who are not much better than them."
Well, the word was learned with Loren, and it's really appropriate to use it on guys with water in their heads.
And after being "tortured and tortured" by Isaac for more than ten days, even the school's first mentor, Grey Thrall, had to admit that except for the school's honorary dean, Master Albert Tarot, the entire emperor It may not be possible to find a second person who can compete with this genius in occultism!
And a certain "arrogant maniac" in the great enlightenment of the Dragon King City quickly put the idea of ​​"bully mentally handicapped and boring" behind him and began to enjoy the process.
The little wizard had tried to stop him from doing this-although she knew it was impossible-but Isaac Grantham, who had inherited the "last knowledge" of the dragon kingdom, had already surpassed his knowledge With the scope of Ain's understanding, it became difficult to understand.
Piles of new books exuding the smell of parchment, a wide and large fine oak desk, refreshing mint tea, plus a recliner that can sink in ...
It is heaven!
It's just that today's "kingdom" is a little different ... In her seat, there is a woman with red hair and red eyes, wearing a pair of oversized black frame glasses.
That's right, the women who wear it-this is the Royal Wizard College, and it is well known that witches are severely excluded in the wizarding world, and the number is extremely rare. He has never seen one in Isaac to this day.
Therefore, according to the existing facts, Isaac can conclude that the person in front of him is either a transvestite who loves women's clothing, or is a lunatic who is unconscious due to excessive research.
The man in the chair who supported him with black-framed glasses was eagerly looking through it-the huge frame almost occupied half of the face, making the person look a bit like ...
Very well, this is a lunatic.
Isaac does n’t have a cold for women, but it ’s also clear that the body structure of the two genders is different ... The thin oak firewood stick in front of him, the exposed arm is not sensual; there is also a breast, even Ain Rand It is more curved than this guy ...
Suddenly, the man buried in the pile of books suddenly looked up and gave Isaac a numb expression:
"Find me?"
The voice is a little bit sharp and weird ... Is n’t it really a woman of Holy Cross and his grandma?
"Uh ... yes!" Isaac's facial features were almost crumpled together, and he didn't even know what he should say, his right hand was desperately making gestures back and forth:
"It may be a little offending, but ... are you a woman?"
"Huh?" The black-rimmed glasses froze, glancing down at his chest ... and then raised his head with a numb expression: "Well ... it seems really difficult to see."
"Yes, I am a woman."
Really? !
"Then that that ... how did you come in?" Isaac stunned stupidly: "This is the Wizarding Academy, how did they ... let you in?"
"Oh, this is simple." Black-framed glasses shrugged: "As long as you tell them, your last name is DeSalesion."
"Are you ... a member of the royal family?"
"Well, I am not."
"Then how did you come in?"
"Are you?" The numb black-framed glasses gave Isaac a blank look, like a fool.
Isaac blushed instantaneously, like a suffocated balloon-from Wimpal to Ebden, no one dared to tease himself like this!
"Lina de Salion." The unknowing black-framed glasses stretched out her thin, thin right hand: "You are the occult Isaac Grantham, right, I listen to several wizards The apprentice talked about you. "
"Well, since you know me, don't blame me!"
Isaac twitched with composure. Pointing to the position "occupied" by the girl: "The place you are sitting on is my special seat, and I need you to get up and give it to me immediately."
"Why, does it say" Isaac Special Seat "?"
Isaac glared "Write!"
The expressionless girl with black-framed glasses glanced at the chair. The words "Isaac seat" were actually engraved on the armrest of the chair.
"It's not fair."
"There is nothing unfair, I don't know where the lady is from!" Isaacly retorted vigorously: "This position is a prize that I won with my supreme wisdom and beyond the mind of ordinary people. I spent an hour I memorized the bibliography of the entire library and read all the books in four days. Do you understand? "
Isaac raised his chin proudly. This was not the first time he mocked the fools who only had the memory of a goldfish, and it was definitely not the last time.
But the girl named Lina still had a numb expression in her face, and she had a little provocation in her eyes: "Haha ... Actually it took four days?"
"What does that" haha ​​"mean ?!" Isaac's expression collapsed.
"Oh ... nothing, you heard it wrong." The girl looked aside.
It was silent for a whole minute before Isaac regained his senses, instead of rushing to eat the girl!
"So if you want to get this 'special seat', you must prove that you are a senior mystic wizard who surpassed me-of course we might as well test your memory first, after all, you seem quite confident!"
The black-framed glasses nodded, trying not to show a smile on the corner of Isaac ’s mouth that ate a man ’s face:
The first question, the third floor of the large library, the second reading room, the fifth bookshelf, the top, the third. From the left to the right, what is the sixth sentence of the fifty-two page 185th page ?! "
"Nothing, this is a pseudo-proposition." The girl didn't look up, still expressionless: "Page 185 of" On the Origin of Alchemy and the Necessity of History "is an appendix page, drawing a legend The first piece of lead turned into gold. "
"..."
"I was wrong?"
"... No, the correct answer." Isaac with a "smile" bit out almost word by word: "Since you have passed the first question, then we continue; the next content involves professional Mystical knowledge, you can say that I bully people, after all, you cannot be a mystic wizard, nor can you learn these, so ... "
"... Ms. Lena de Salion, are you listening to me?"
"Oh Nope."
"... Why did you answer my question just now?"
"First, I know what the answer is; second, I don't care what you are talking about at all."
"..."
Isaac took a deep breath and twitched for a long time, and finally squeezed a smile: "It's humorous, I like your type."
"Let's play a guessing game. The title is" What does the trick change? "
"Um ..." The girl looked up ~ EbookFREE.me ~ Finally, a rare dignity appeared on the numb face:
"It's a pun," juggling "is a scorn term for the caster among wizards, so this sentence should refer to the process change that occurs when the caster uses the spell."
"According to the latest theories of curses, the use of advanced spells will cause a short-lived void residue around it. Assuming that a certain caster is the center point that triggers the void distortion, the average spellcaster uses the power of void to have an upper limit , The largest is the scope of a hall. "
"The literal answer is 'Void Energy', but this should be a trap in puns; changes that have already occurred cannot be called 'change gone', so it must be something that can be clearly referred to."
"The answer I give is 'Material is the order of the world', because the essence of the effect of the force of the void on the real world is 'deception', and in real magic, the so-called 'change is gone' is a blind eye, a deception. Ways. "
"..."
"Am I right?"