Chapter 288 (1/2)

Just as Lorraine Hill spread her wings and flew into the sky, a woman standing in the shade of the forest looked up at the rising figure with her gray and transparent eyes. She was wearing a black dress with a hat with a pointed top and a wide brim. The bottom of the hat and the bottom of the skirt were light purple. The lace veil and gauze gloves on her face were black.

She is holding a purple parasol with a colorful tassel pendant on the edge. She walks slowly in the snow covered grass. Occasionally, one or two birds fall from the trees and look for food in the grass. However, she looks as if nothing exists in front of the woman who is close at hand.

The woman holding the parasol looked at the sky and began to call for the wind. Her face under the veil seemed helpless and sighed. Just this slight sigh was full of temptation and intoxication. If someone else heard it, I'm afraid she would be crazy.

She raised her right hand and rubbed it gently. In silence, an invisible ripple rippled out, as if nothing had changed and disappeared.

However, loranthel in the sky was lost in thought, because in the information of the breeze, though there were some secrets, they were normal, and there was no distortion or nausea.

Was the experience of last night an illusion?

There was some doubt in her heart, but the feeling in her memory was so real that it could not be false. Perhaps those ”chaotic ghosts” still remain in the river.

As a soul who has received modern education, when she meets a big problem that she can't solve, Lorraine Hill decides to report it first, so she turns around and flies to the tower in the north again.

Watching the little dot in the distant sky fly to the north, the woman under the tree no longer looks up, but continues to walk in the mountains.

”It's not a lovely little thing.”

She whispered, then turned to the depths of the shade.

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The silver haired girl came to the tower on the top of the mountain for the third time. The stone steps above the stratus were very cold. Stepping on it was like walking on ice, and the cold gradually spread from the bottom of her feet.

Lorraine hill holds down the gem on the stone gate. With the flow of magic, the gate slowly opens, and then enters the viewing room at the top of the tower.

It's a little dark in the Stargazer's room, and the old wide open windows are now closed, not because the owner is afraid of the cold, but because he is afraid of freezing the books. A armillary sphere like alchemy floating in the indoor headspace, slowly rotating, revealing the red core inside, emitting bursts of heat.

As Lorraine Hill entered the room, a warm current flowed down from the sky and surrounded her to dispel the chill of the outside world. Then bright torches lit up one by one on both sides of the aisle, leading to the deepest part of the viewing room, the petite girl on the high wooden chair.

”Did you run into something bad last night?” It seems that Si Ye has reached the purpose of Lorraine Hill's coming here. Before he can speak, he will ask first.

”Yes, it's very strong and uncomfortable.” Lorraine Hill recalled the scene and narrated it again.

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After being quiet for a while, Si Ye began to answer.

”I see.”

”Study at school and try to avoid conflicts and weird things. I will deal with the later things with the sages. It should not come to you specially.”

Si Ye looks at the curious Lorraine hill and thinks that he has to explain a little.

”Chaos phantom doesn't know how to advance and retreat like this. Once, it can be said that it's accidental. Twice, it shows that there are other people behind it. And only sequence 9 is fearless of chaos phantom corrosion. This is not what you can participate in now.” It was as if she had said something too long. The last few short sentences, which Si ye said very quickly, even made Lorraine Hill feel a little nervous.

It seems that the director of night college doesn't want to join in.

After receiving such a reply, Lorraine Hill had to leave again, but it was also a matter of concern. The chaos and mirage was the concern of the great figures of the sage Association. Although she was a witch, she had not yet fully grown up. In their eyes, she might still be a little child who had just learned to walk.