Sky City, Alyn's Magic Tower.

Berkeley was already used to this magnificent building and no longer amazed at its appearance that was very different from other magic towers, leaving only the love and appreciation from the bottom of his heart.

Moreover, as soon as he saw this magic tower, Berkeley felt a sense of stability and stability, no longer fearing, no longer awakened from his dreams like he used to, worried that he would be found by the night watchman and sent to the stolen rack.

"This is a paradise for magicians..." Berkeley closed his eyes and sighed softly, then a flame seemed to burn in his heart. Will she be there today?

He accelerated his pace, walked through the hall of the Magic Tower and directly entered the first floor of the first area with the "Ordinary Arcane Library".

Since many arcaneists are accustomed to reading or studying directly in the library after borrowing books, they can understand what materials are missing as soon as possible, so the Magic Council has established a "reading room" in the spare part of the first area to provide arcaneists with a quiet reading space.

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

Berkeley took out two thick black cover books from the storage bag, took a deep breath, and then pretended to be studying carefully, slowly entering the "reading room".

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

"She is really here again!" Berkeley was extremely surprised and his expression couldn't help but become brighter.

The sun shines in through the window and quietly pours on a beautiful girl. She is focused and indifferent, with delicate facial features, black lips but has a strange charm. Coupled with the halo caused by the sun, she looks like an elves of ice and snow, which is difficult to describe and draw.

This is the most beautiful and attractive thing about Berkeley's escape from the mainland, so that he spent most of his week in the "reading room" and quietly admiring the girl, unable to extricate himself.

"No, I can't continue like this..." Berkeley said to himself, as if he had to make up his mind to work hard. "No one knows whether she will come to the reading room next week. After all, she rarely comes before, and she must know her and cannot miss it!"

He cheered himself up, and after a few dozen seconds, he finally made up his mind and walked towards the girl with the book.

"Don't be afraid, it's just a normal meeting with friends!"

"Take out the courage to come into contact with the noble lady before!"

Countless thoughts emerged in Berkeley's mind, and he felt that his steps were as weak as his heart.

The girl looked at the books in her hand intently, and was calculating something on the draft paper from time to time, not paying attention to Berkeley's approaching.

Her hair was like ice crystals, which was transparent and crystal clear above the sun, reflecting a faint colorful halo, making Berkeley dazzled.

"Dear lady, can I sit here?" Berkeley asked with his lips dry, feeling his voice trembling a little.

Ruddy, the sound of the quill strokes across the paper was not interrupted, and the beautiful girl did not raise her head, and she remained focused as usual.

"Dear lady, can I sit here?" Berkeley suppressed his timidity of turning around and leaving, and asked again.

As the book flipped, the elf-like girl nodded in a slight way.

Hallucination? Berkeley thought without confidence, but he immediately told himself that he would not care, as long as she did not directly object, he would agree!

He carefully sat opposite the girl, glanced at the other party secretly, and was shocked by his delicate and unreal face again. At the same time, he noticed that there were two badges on the other party's magic robe, a four-star arcane badge, and a magician badge with two black rings.

Is he a mid-level arcane so young? Berkeley was shocked, and then his mind kept running, trying to speak up.

"Madam, I have been to the Council for several years, but I have never met someone with so many arcane levels than magic levels. You are such an arcane genius." Berkeley tried hard to make his smile elegant and handsome.

The girl held a quill and continued to write something, without even making a ummy sound.

Berkeley's smile froze on her face. She doesn't like this topic?

So he said again: "Madam, you seem to have the bloodline of an ice and snow elves? This is a very rare bloodline. I remember that only the Northland can exist."

As soon as he finished speaking, the girl suddenly raised her left hand, which surprised Berkeley and finally responded!

The girl's thin eyebrows frowned, held her cheek with her left hand, and her index finger unconsciously reached to her mouth and touched her lips, but she still didn't look at Berkeley or said a word.

Berkeley was first attracted by this beautiful picture, then a huge depression surged, and the failure of setbacks deeply chewed on his heart.

No, can't just give up!

If you miss it, there will be no chance. Who knows whether she comes from the North, and who knows whether she will return soon!

A few minutes later, Berkeley mustered up his courage again and softened his stiff smile: "Ms., I admire your focus, and I'm curious about what you're studying."

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

The girl's index finger seemed to have reached into her lips a little, her eyes gathered on the draft paper, and the quill in her right hand continued to slash, as if only she and the books, papers, pens and ink in front of her were left in the world, and there was no one else there, even if she sat opposite her, she was still regarded as air.

Berkeley was silent for a few minutes, and his heart was burning and he reunited, "Madam, I looked at it. You seem to be learning calculus knowledge. I don't know what problems you have encountered. You can tell me, let's discuss it together. Although I have been to 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 where the girl was most concerned.

Before Berkeley could finish his words, the girl suddenly raised her head, looking at him seriously with her translucent eyes as ice crystals, which made him shaking his mind and unable to control it.

"How should limits be strictly defined to avoid the problems that arise before? What about continuity? What about derivatives? What about infinitesimals? How should they be defined mathematically..." The girl's voice was cold and refreshing, as if snowflakes were falling in winter, and her tone was full of seriousness.

Berkeley was stunned, his mouth was half open and it was difficult to close. What are the problems? What is she studying? It's so scary!

His brain seemed to be swept by the legendary spell "spiritual storm", and there was no one to find. The girl looked at him concentrically, making him subconsciously answer: "I, I haven't thought about these questions..."

The girl said "Oh", without any contempt, only a faint disappointment, and continued to lay her head and write her own thoughts.

Looking at the cold girl bathed in the bright sunshine in front of her, Berkeley felt that she was destroyed and had no fighting spirit. She was a goddess in the field of arcane. She could only see from afar, admire her, and could not get close to her. (To be continued. Please search for Piaotian, the novel is better, updated and faster!)
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