A first-year magic student suffered serious casualties during this magic trip.

More than 300 people went to Gildas, but only 49 came back. Less than one-sixth of the total number of people.

The surviving magic students were notified by the college. The remaining forty-nine survivors will be merged into one class from now on.

The leader of the team, Ryan. In order to save the magic students, he stopped tens of thousands of screaming demon souls with one person's power and died heroically.

Because all magicians die at the hands of the screaming demon soul, they either become monsters or are torn to pieces.

It was no longer possible to identify all the limb fragments. These fragments were still stained with dark green infection venom and could not be recycled.

Therefore, more than 270 cenotaphs were erected in an open space in the west of the college.

The owners of these tombs include dead mentors and underage students of Credo.

The warm sunshine falls on the white stone tablets standing in the forest. Each stone tablet has a different name written on it, as well as the story that each of them left in the college during their lifetime.

Some of these stories are dull, some are jumpy, some are full of adventure, and some are full of hope for dreams and keep working hard...

The story is fragmented, fresh and vivid. These words were engraved on more than 270 tombstones in one night.

All the inscriptions on the dead people were written by one person.

The writer is the youngest contemporary genius magician to serve as the principal of Credo Academy.

Benson Adair.

Alice and the others were the first to arrive.

The tombkeeper was a stooped, white-haired old man, who seemed to be in his nineties. The skin on his face was as rough as dead wood, full of deep and shallow wrinkles and fine lines.

The nasolabial folds between the mouth and nose are particularly deep, like the vicious knife marks left by scratching with the sharp edge of a dagger.

If you visit the cemetery at night, in the lonely and quiet night, if you see such a gravekeeper, you will definitely be frightened and scream.

The tombkeeper's eyes were as mysterious and cold as the tomb. His voice was dry and hoarse, but he made no sound when he walked. He suddenly appeared behind Dolores and said quietly:

"...Are you survivors?"

Dolores was so frightened that she jumped up, hugged Alice like an octopus, and shouted in horror:

"...Ghost!!!"

The milk-splitting cat stretched out its paws, trying to stop Dolores from hugging her owner.

However, under the extreme panic, Dolores' survival instinct made Dolores burst out with unparalleled strength, which was like a dog-skin plaster that could not be peeled off.

"We are first-year magic students. We are here to attend the funeral of our classmate. We have no intention of disturbing the sleeping people. We hope that the gravekeeper will forgive us for the rudeness of our companions."

Willett nodded slightly and saluted the skinny old man to apologize.

"It turns out to be the Magic Guild Master. It's okay."

The gravekeeper rolled his eyes and landed on Willet. Although his voice was still hoarse and unpleasant, his tone was much slower. In addition, he was a little more respectful:

"The principal has left. There is still some time before the funeral ceremony begins. All magic students are participating voluntarily, because everyone is going on a magic trip and will not be able to come back for a while."

"The number of people who can attend the funeral is extremely limited. The relatives of the deceased will arrive one after another today, and there will be a lot of crying... which is extremely sad."

The gravekeeper's cold eyes turned into deep sorrow, and his tone was sincere and genuine:

"The president has worked hard for many days, and he will have to deal with many official duties in the future... I hope you put your health first."

Willett nodded slightly, with a polite and elegant smile on his lips:

"Thank you for your concern for me."

"There are tombkeepers who guard the mausoleum day and night, accompany the deceased, and requiem their souls. You are old, so you need to take more careful care of your body and put your health first."

The two chatted cordially for a while, and before leaving, the tombkeeper told everyone that they could see the deceased before he came to visit his relatives.

Have a good chat.

On the periphery of the cemetery, there is a beautiful sea of ​​white flowers planted. This flower is bloomed by the deceased. It is ethereal and soft, as pure as snow.

According to legend, the flower of the dead has the effect of soothing the grief of the deceased. People who come to attend the funeral must wear this flower on their bodies and give white flowers to the deceased in front of the tomb to express their condolences.

Alice and the others all wore such white flowers, and all three of them held several bouquets of flowers of the dead in their hands.

After Dolores learned the identity of the old man, her beating heart finally calmed down.

Although she knew that the tombkeeper was not a monster, Dolores still had no good impression of this scary-looking, rickety old man in her heart.

This can't be blamed on her. Most children will naturally resist when seeing such a terrifying appearance, and it is reasonable to subconsciously choose to distance themselves.

However, it would be a bit too rude to be scared into a dog-skin plaster and stick to Alice...and in front of the gravekeeper.

Hatch Roland did not attend the funeral with Alice, but ran out to have fun again early in the morning.

Ever since she was freed, Jingling's personality has become much more cheerful. She greets everyone happily and is elusive all day long. If Alice hadn't told her not to be too crazy, sooner or later this guy would have gotten into trouble because of his curiosity.

Come.

Alice sometimes felt that Mirror Spirit was a very appropriate nickname for the husky. Although Hutch Roland didn't like this title at all.

Three people wearing black magic robes stood in front of a snow-white square tombstone. On the tombstone, there was a name engraved by Principal Benson Adair:

Ryan.

This is Alice and Dolores's class teacher, a warm and considerate man. When Ryan was still alive, he always took great care of Alice, who came from the human world.

Because I know that Alice has just come to the magical world, she doesn’t understand many things, and she will be troubled by some problems for a long time.

Ryan has been very kind to Alice from beginning to end. There was a time when he was in a bottleneck period in his studies and encountered many academic difficulties, and his mood was extremely low, as if he had fallen into a deep valley.

It was tutors Willett and Ryan who encouraged her until Alice gradually adapted to the life in the academy.

Alice will remember Tutor Ryan's patience, seriousness, and dedication to her students in her heart and will never forget her.

Once a teacher, always a father. However, now, the former head teacher with straw-like fluffy hair and a warm smile on his face has turned into a white tombstone without even a body.

Alice never thought that Teacher Ryan would say goodbye to her in this way. Thinking of that frightening night, it seemed like it happened yesterday.

Fresh life seemed to still be shining brightly. The last four words that Teacher Ryan said to her seemed to ring in her ears again:

"Don't look back."

She did not look back, and took the surviving people with her, flying non-stop in a desperate night without dawn. In fact, Alice wanted to look back, but she shouldered a heavy responsibility, and she knew that she could not look back.

Even if you just look back, you may be able to imprint the resolute back of Teacher Ryan in your heart and become a forever souvenir in this life.

Alice looked at the dark green inscription on the tombstone, looking at the name that made her eyes wet, and pursed her lips tightly, the sadness in her eyes seemed to overflow.

The teacher who passed away left too hastily. He arrived in such a hurry that he didn’t have time to say goodbye to anyone.

The hands hanging by her sides gradually tightened. Alice did not cry. She had to be strong. Teacher Ryan would not want to cry because of him.

Alice remembered what Teacher Ryan said to Alice once when she passed by her after school:

"I believe you can do it, and your mentor will always cheer you on."

Remembering that when she was depressed because her grades were worse than expected, Ryan had been standing by her side silently.

When Alice raised her head and looked at the class teacher, the tutor always had a smile as warm as the afternoon sun on her face, and said to her in a gentle and friendly tone:

"One failure is nothing. Everyone has to go through this when growing up. Don't be sad, get up, we can continue to move forward. This is growth, kid."

Alice couldn't bear it any longer. Her amber eyes were full of crystal tears. She bent down in front of the tombstone and carefully placed the white bouquet in her hand in front of the tombstone. Her voice was choked and trembling slightly:

"Thank you for your hard work, mentor... rest in peace. I swear, I will not let you down."

Hearing the cry in Alice's voice, Dolores couldn't help it. After giving the white flowers to Teacher Ryan, her shoulders kept shaking as she covered her face and cried.

Among the three, only Willett did not cry.

Looking at Ryan's tombstone, the Magic Guild Master thought of everything about Ryan's mentor in the past. Her expression, in addition to sadness, was also mixed with many complex emotions.

After her sister Blanche was killed, Ryan, who was the family mentor, suddenly left without saying goodbye. The family leader told her not to trust Ryan, because this person was probably related to the group of evil wizards who attacked the family.

But it was this person who he had never been able to trust. When she was scratched by the screaming demon soul and her back was infected, he used poison to fight poison and saved her life.

Ryan was a life-saver to her.

If it was true, as the leader of the clan said, that Ryan and the evil wizard who killed Blanche were in the same group, why would he save himself, a person who should have been assassinated in that incident?

Too many mysteries remain unsolved.

But Ryan was already dead and his body was gone.

Even if you want to find the answer, the person who can give you the answer has closed his eyes forever that night.

When the dust settles and you don't know the answer, how should you face your savior?

Willett stood silently, feeling uncertain for the first time.

If all this is just a misunderstanding and I have been misunderstanding Teacher Ryan, then I will definitely feel very guilty and sad after learning the truth.

If Ryan was really an accomplice in the assassination, and at the same time the person who saved him...how should he face this deceased mentor?

Countless questions troubled her. A breeze passed through the silent cemetery in the early morning. Violet's long silver hair with a hint of blue fluttered gently in the breeze. There seemed to be something in his ice-blue eyes in an instant.

shatter.

She remembered that that night, before Master Ryan stopped the Screaming Demon Soul again, he had taken a deep look at her.
To be continued...