blogombal Chapter 778 His Name is Caesar (3)
Chapter 778 His Name is Caesar (3)
"Welcome to the House of the Lord."
Tinari stood before the majestic gate of the Palace of Wisdom, the golden sunlight shone on the towering stone.
He turned his head, a confident and gentle smile appeared on his lips, his eyes sparkled with pride, and he said to Ying and his group:
"Do you need me, an outstanding graduate, to show you around this temple of knowledge?"
Ying waved her hand gently, her expression serious and firm. "No need. Business is more important right now. Please, Tinari, take us to see the sage named Caesar as soon as possible."
Paimon nodded repeatedly, his face full of agreement as he echoed:
"Yes, yes, business is more important! And..."
Her eyes quietly swept across the Palace of Wisdom - she saw scholars in long robes walking hurriedly, holding heavy books, with focused and solemn expressions, as if they were racing with wisdom every moment.
Paimon's voice couldn't help but lower a few notes, and he muttered in embarrassment:
"These scholars seem very busy. If you show us around, Tinari, I'm afraid it will disturb them... Let's not cause any more trouble."
"Okay, then follow me."
After Tinari finished speaking, he led Ying and the others into the Palace of Wisdom.
Passing through rows of towering bookshelves, sunlight shines through the stained glass of the dome, casting mottled light and shadows, and the air is filled with the scent of old book pages and the fragrance of ink.
Tinari led Ying and her group with steady steps through the dense forest of knowledge. The occasional rustle of papers rustling between the shelves sounded as if the entire library were whispering.
Finally, they stopped before an oak door carved with vine patterns. Glowing Xumi runes were inlaid along the edge of the doorframe, silently proclaiming the specialness of this place.
"Here we are, right here."
After saying this, Tinari was about to knock on the door.
At that moment, the door gently opened inward, and a young girl slowly walked out. In her arms, she held a stack of heavy books, the spines of which were printed with ancient secret codes, including words such as "Star Tracks" and "Dream Omens".
She lowered her head slightly, as if pondering a profound subject, until the sound of footsteps startled her thoughts, and she slowly raised her face.
A cold and quiet face - blue hair as deep as the night sky, tied into spiral ponytails, swaying gently with her movements; golden eyes like the surface of a lake at dawn, revealing a glimmer of wisdom and fatigue.
Dark circles crept under her eyes, like the testimony of countless all-night study sessions. She wore a long, dark blue robe, the hood draped behind her shoulders, the hem fluttering in the breeze. White tights outlined her slender figure, and her high heels echoed crisply in the silent corridor.
Her eyes moved slightly and fell on Tinari and Ying. Her expression did not change, but it seemed as if the entire space had become quiet because of her presence.
[Ah! So cute! So cute!]
[Wife! Wife! Wife! ]
[A new wife? A girl with white silk? She's mine! Gentlemen, please draw your swords!]
[Superficial guy? Don't you see that her mental state is like that of a graduate student? Girl, come to me. I promise that no one will disturb your rest!]
The girl stood quietly, her light golden eyes staring indifferently at Tinari, Ying and the others, her lips slightly pursed, her expression distant.
It was as if the whole body was shrouded in invisible frost, like a solitary moon on the top of a snowy peak, untainted by dust, revealing an innate cold temperament.
Ying looked at her quietly, thinking to herself: This might be another person like Rosalia -
At first glance, they seem cold and difficult to approach, but only after getting to know them deeply can you get a glimpse of their true inner warmth.
However, the scene at the next moment made Ying slightly stunned.
Tinari walked forward naturally and greeted her familiarly, "Hi, Leila, long time no see! Are you so busy that you've forgotten who I am?"
In an instant, that cold, picturesque expression suddenly shattered. The girl, who had been as calm as a deep pool, seemed to wake up from the fog of thought, her eyes suddenly focused, and a look of sudden panic appeared on her face.
She quickly raised her hand, her fingertips unconsciously twisting the corner of her clothes, and apologized quickly:
"Tinari-senpai? Ah! I'm sorry, I'm so sorry! I was just thinking about the project and accidentally..."
"I definitely didn't mean to ignore you. I'm so sorry!"
Tinari chuckled and waved his hand, his tone calm and gentle: "Don't take it to heart. It's not the first day I've known you. After all, you are a student of the Sage Caesar. It's normal for you to have so many inspirations."
As he spoke, Tinari turned around with a smile and gently introduced Ying and his group:
"Ying, let me introduce you, this is Leila."
"She was a top student at the Ritford College of the Ordination Institute, having been admitted with exceptional grades. Even more so, a year after enrolling, she was accepted as a student by the renowned Caesar Sage, known for his strict discipline and claiming never to accept disciples."
"Even in the Order of the Gods, which is full of geniuses, she is a rare existence, a true super genius."
Upon hearing this, Leila's cheeks flushed slightly, and she lowered her head awkwardly, her voice so soft it almost sounded like a whisper: "No, no... I'm actually very bad... It's precisely because I'm not good enough that I have to work harder."
"Only in this way can Teacher Caesar avoid being criticized and blamed by other sages because of a student like me who doesn't live up to his expectations..."
As she was speaking, she was suddenly startled and said hurriedly:
"Ah! The teacher just pointed out the omissions in my paper today. I, I have to go back and revise it immediately! I'm so sorry, but I have to take my leave first!"
Just as Leila was trying to flee the House of the Decree in a panic...
A cold and majestic voice suddenly rang out from behind her, piercing the silent corridor like frost:
"Leila!"
She shuddered all over and immediately stood still. She turned around and bowed respectfully and awkwardly.
"Teacher, I...I just want to..."
Before she could finish her words, a slender and white finger had already tapped her forehead. The force was not strong, but it carried an irresistible pressure.
Then, a low, helpless sigh, mixed with a hint of disappointment, was heard:
"Laila, haven't I told you again and again—"
"Get some rest when you get back, and don't touch your thesis! You're not allowed to show up in front of me until your dark circles are gone!"
"I stressed this to my face in the office! And you threw it out the window the moment you walked out the door?"
"If you continue to be so careless about yourself, I will have no choice but to use force - effective immediately, you will be on a three-day mandatory leave, and during this time you are not allowed to set foot in the House of Religion!"