Just one glance at the exquisite snuff bottle attracted Shade's attention.
Shade has seen more exquisite things in his own world, but at this moment he feels that he must possess this. Fortunately, the woman's voice brought his thoughts back to the normal track, and Dr. Schneider was indifferent to Shade's gaffe.
Just smile in return:
"Even a poet-level [relic] will have an impact on ordinary people, so the church and the academy will try their best to contain and control the [relic], but you recovered really quickly... I opened it
From now on, you will fall into a dream. The dream will last 7 minutes and 23 seconds, and you will understand the past and present of the college in the dream, which will help you believe what I say."
"Such a precise time?"
Shade asked, and then under the guidance of the doctor, he leaned slightly on the back of the sofa, making a posture that was conducive to a nap.
"Almost every ring magician who joins St. Byrons' correspondence course must use this [relic] to confirm the information he has received. It has been used countless times and has never made an error."
The doctor smiled.
This "never" sentence pattern made Shade a little worried. However, he did not express his feelings and signaled the doctor to start.
"Okay, please prepare-"
The doctor stood up, covered his mouth and nose with a wet towel to prevent himself from falling asleep, and at the same time made a retreating posture:
"start."
The lid of the pot was lifted, colorful smoke came out, and Shade immediately lost consciousness.
Shade had a dream. In the dream, his soul left his body and ascended to a distant altitude, looking at the bustling steam city in the gray fog and the steam factory spewing thick smoke in the distance...
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Then we flew towards the north, over the city, over the mountains, over the grasslands, and across the forests. Finally we saw the snow-capped peaks, and behind the highest peak, we saw the great ice cap in the far north.
Maybe it was just a moment, maybe a few hours or even a few days, the sky in the far north darkened. In that dark night, under the colorful aurora, a huge group of buildings appeared behind the shining glacial mountains.
This was a strange dream that he had never had before. After waking up, Shade only remembered walking in the huge academy, walking in the ancient castle, and going to the top of the spire to look up at the stars.
The chair-ladder classroom, looking for herbal formulas in the basement, checking the list of [relics] in the library...
Mysterious, ancient, deep, and secretive, it is St. Byrons Comprehensive College, but it is also a gathering place for mystics. Behind the glaciers in the far north, it has stood from the distant past to the present.
When I opened my eyes, my vision was still a little blurry. The doctor's appearance became clear on the sofa opposite. He was hurriedly closing the lid of the snuff bottle and putting this poet's [relic] back into the box.
"How about it, now you know that the academy really exists?"
After putting away the snuff bottle, the doctor smiled and asked Shade. Shade sighed melancholy, actually missing that strange dream.
"It is indeed true. What the doctor said is indeed true."
Even though it was just a dream, this special dream was enough for Shade to make a correct judgment.
"The only side effect of this poet-level [relic] is that it is slightly addictive."
Dr. Schneider's voice was soft and slow, with a strange power in it, as if he wanted to use this to completely pull Shade back from the dream world:
"Forget that dream, Shad Hamilton. But sooner or later, you will join us as a ring warlock, ride a steam locomotive to the far north city, hike across the ice caps under the aurora, and cuddle up in the snowstorm
Spend a long night, helping to climb the highest glacier, and then enter there, St. Byrons Comprehensive Academy, the ring magicians... My dream is to get promoted to the tenth ring in the academy and obtain
Tenure at St. Byron's. Shard, if you like it there, then join."
That dream that was both real and illusory took Shade some time to recover. When the doctor formally asked his opinion again, this time, Shade nodded without any hesitation:
"Yes, I hope to join the academy and become a correspondence sorcerer."
Dr. Schneider had a heartfelt smile on his face:
"Then congratulations, Shade, please allow me to call you this. You are about to become the fifth ring warlock in our group. Please wait, Miss Dorothy Louisa came here just now. She will work with me to help you."
By hosting the entrance ceremony, I can introduce you to each other and let her know that I am not always so unlucky. The entrance ceremony requires at least two people from the group to be present to prevent the newly admitted ring warlocks from being deceived."
Even though the doctor had been very enthusiastic since his visit to No. 6 Saint Teresa Square this morning, his enthusiasm continued to grow now:
"Oh, Louisa is a fourth-year correspondence four-ring warlock, and her job is as a novelist. I know you have just 'awakened' from your blindness and stupidity, and you probably haven't read her works, but she is fairly famous."
Two short stories, "The Snail's Dream" and "A Midsummer Night's Wish," won the Kingdom's Literature Award three years ago, and were even summoned by His Majesty the King together with 35 other winners."
"Actually, you don't need to mention the total number of winners that year."
The door was pushed open, and the blond lady I saw just now was standing outside. She was still dressed in the same way, but she looked a little angry:
"Doctor, is it necessary to give out all the unimportant information every time you introduce your friends to others?"
It seems that the atmosphere in the four-person correspondence group of ring magicians that the doctor belongs to is very good. At least everyone is friends. Shade is very happy about this. But Shade also guesses that maybe the blond writer lady has been listening outside the door just now.
Have a conversation.
"Sure enough, it's impossible for everyone to be unsuspecting."
He thought silently and prepared to stand up to say hello.
The doctor avoided answering the blonde girl's question, and smiled and motioned for Miss Louisa to sit down:
"Detective Hamilton has accepted my invitation, and now our team finally has five ring warlocks."
"Doctor, are you really not using the strange relic of overdraft luck?"
She was suspicious, but walked in anyway and stretched out her hand to Shade:
"Dorothy Louisa, novelist and part-time journalist."
Miss Louisa seemed to be very capable in her work, so Shade stood up and gave her a gentle shake:
"Shad Hamilton, sort of a detective."
"This profession is quite good."
As they talked, the two sat down again. The doctor coughed and signaled that he had something to say:
"Shade, please allow me to call you this, the last thing before formal enrollment, I need to talk to you about tuition fees."
Xia De was stunned for a moment, and the joy in his heart was once again driven away by the sad reality. He blinked:
"Yes...tuition."
He realized that when the doctor introduced the church and the college, he did not mention the important shortcomings of the college. After all, the Orthodox Church would definitely not ask for money to recruit members.
"School fees are charged according to grade, please wait..."
Dr. Schneider took out a document from the bookshelf behind his desk. The blonde girl did not speak, but looked at the two of them with interest.
"This is the charging standard. Because we are correspondence courses and will not talk directly to the college, the college has produced these documents to prevent group leaders from charging arbitrary fees...I heard that this kind of thing was very common hundreds of years ago."