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Part 8 The Road to Immortality Character Extra 4 Helen

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    Sky City, Arlinge Magic Tower.

    Berkeley has become accustomed to this magnificent building, and is no longer amazed by its appearance that is very different from other magic towers, but only loves and appreciates it from the bottom of his heart.

    " Moreover, as soon as he saw this magic tower, Berkeley felt a sense of stability and stability. He was no longer afraid. He no longer woke up from his dreams as he often did in the past, worried about being found by the night watchman and sent to the stake.

    "This is a magician's paradise" Berkeley closed her eyes and sighed softly, and then a fire seemed to burn in her heart. Will she still be there today?

    He quickened his pace, walked through the magic tower hall, and directly entered the first area of ??the first floor with the "Ordinary Arcane Library".

    Since many arcanists are used to reading or studying directly in the library after borrowing books, so that they can understand what information is missing as quickly as possible, so the Magic Council established a "reading room" in a vacant area in the first area.  Provide a space for arcanists to read quietly.

    Later, many arcanists found that the environment here was very suitable for reading books that did not require experiments, and they also came here to study.

    Berkeley took out two thick black-covered books from his storage bag, took two deep breaths, then pretended to study them carefully, and slowly entered the "reading room".

    As soon as he entered, he looked towards the window, hoping to see a beautiful figure there.

    "She's really here again!" Berkeley was extremely pleasantly surprised, and her expression couldn't help but brighten.

    Sunlight shines in through the window, quietly pouring on a beautiful girl. She is focused and indifferent, her facial features are exquisite, and her lips are black and blue, but they reveal an enchanting charm. Coupled with the halo caused by the sun,  The whole person is like an elf of ice and snow, hard to describe.

    This was the most beautiful and most attractive woman that Berkeley had seen throughout the continent, so much so that he spent most of the week in the "reading room", quietly admiring this girl, unable to extricate himself.

    "No, we can't go on like this" Berkeley said to himself, as if he was determined to study hard, "No one knows whether she will come to the reading room next week. After all, she has rarely come before, so she must get to know her.  She can¡¯t be missed!¡±

    He encouraged himself, and after dozens of seconds, he finally made up his mind and walked towards the girl with the book in hand.

    ¡°Don¡¯t be afraid, it¡¯s just a normal way to meet friends!¡±

    "Take out the courage you had to contact the noble lady before!"

    Countless thoughts came to Berkeley¡¯s mind, and he felt his steps were as weak as his heart.

    The girl looked at the book in her hand intently, calculating something on the scratch paper from time to time, and did not notice Berkeley's approach.

    Her hair seemed to be made of ice crystals, which were clear and crystal clear in the sunlight, reflecting a faint colorful halo, which dazzled Berkeley.

    "Dear Madam, can I sit here?" Berkeley asked with dry lips, feeling that her voice was trembling.

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    "Dear Madam, may I sit here?" Berkeley restrained the timidity of turning away and asked again.

    ¡°Clatter, the book was flipping, and the elf-like girl seemed to nod slightly.

    Hallucination?  Berkeley thought unconfidently, but he immediately told himself that it didn't matter, as long as she didn't directly object, then she agreed!

    He carefully sat down opposite the girl and glanced at her secretly. He was shocked again by the exquisite and unreal face. At the same time, he noticed that there were two badges on the other woman's magic robe, a four-star arcanist badge and a two-star arcanist badge.  The magician badge of the black circle.

    ??You are already an intermediate arcanist at such a young age?  Berkeley was shocked for a moment, and then his mind kept running, trying to open his mouth to recognize him.

    "Madam, I have been in the parliament for several years, but I have never met anyone whose arcane level is so much higher than the magic level. You are really an arcane genius." Berkeley tried his best to make his smile elegant and handsome.

    The girl held the quill and continued to write something without even saying "hmm".

    Berkeley¡¯s smile froze on her face. She didn¡¯t like this topic?

    So, he added: "Madam, you seem to have the blood of an ice elf? This is a very rare blood. I remember that it can only exist in the North."

    As soon as she finished speaking, the girl suddenly raised her left hand. This surprised Berkeley and she finally reacted!

    The girl¡¯s thin eyebrows wrinkled, her left hand held her cheek, and her index finger unconsciously reached her mouthHe touched his lips, but still didn't look at Berkeley or say a word.

    Berkeley was first attracted by this beautiful picture, and then he felt huge depression. The frustration of failure gnawed deeply into his soul.

    No, we can¡¯t just give up!

    If you miss it, you will have no chance. Who knows if she is from the North, and who knows if she will return soon!

    A few minutes later, Berkeley plucked up the courage again and softened his stiff smile: "Madam, I admire your concentration and I am very curious about what you are studying."

    As soon as he spoke, he wanted to slap himself hard, because he could see that the books in front of the girl were all familiar mathematical symbols, and it was not difficult to guess what type of books they were.

    The index finger of the girl's left hand seems to have been inserted into her lips a little, her eyes are focused on the draft paper, and the quill in her right hand continues to stroke, as if there is only herself and the books, paper, pen and ink in front of her in the world, and nothing else.  The existence of a person, even if he is sitting opposite her, is still regarded as air.

    Berkeley remained silent for a few more minutes, feeling the heat in his heart that could not be extinguished, so he regained his composure and said, "Madam, I took a look and it seems that you are studying calculus. I don't know what kind of problem you have encountered. Can you tell me and let's discuss it together?"  , although I have only been in the parliament for a few years, I still have a good grasp of calculus. After all, it is related to the solution of the spell model"

    He tried to start from what the girl was most concerned about.

    Before Berkeley finished speaking, the girl suddenly raised her head and looked at him seriously with a pair of translucent ice-crystal eyes, which made him shaken and unable to control himself.

    "How should the limit be defined strictly to avoid the problems that occurred before? What about continuity? What about derivatives? What about infinitesimals? How should they be defined mathematically in a self-consistent way" The girl's voice was cold and refreshing, like falling snowflakes in winter,  His tone was full of seriousness.

    Berkeley was stunned, with his mouth half-opened and unable to close it. What are these problems?  What is she studying?  So, so terrible!

    His brain seemed to have been ravaged by the legendary spell "Spiritual Storm", and nothing could be found. The girl looked at him intently and seriously, making him subconsciously answer: "I, I haven't thought about these questions  ¡­¡±

    The girl said "Oh" without any disdain, only a touch of disappointment, and continued to lower her head and write down her thoughts.

    Looking at the cold girl bathing in the bright sunshine in front of her, Berkeley felt that her heart was destroyed and she had no fighting spirit. She was a goddess in the arcane field. She could only look at her from a distance, admire her, but could not get close.  (To be continued. Please search Piaotian Literature, the novels will be better and updated faster!)
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