"This used to be Dean McCarthy-Delin's residence. Later, the entire building was converted into an exhibition hall. Students rarely come here, and when important visitors come to the island, Professor Wabul personally takes them to visit this place. Hmm... to put it simply, the less people understand Elemental Magic, the more they like to visit places like this with no practical significance."

Lindong acted as a guide all the way, walking on the familiar campus path, her steps much lighter.

However, this might also be the "occupational habit" accumulated over time; if her steps weren't light, she'd be caught by the various traps set by the professors.

Ethan watched Lindong's long white hair dance with the wind as she occasionally turned her body. Meanwhile, the literary girl disappeared into the academy, leaving only a message, "I'm going to visit old friends."

The more he watched, the more he felt that Lindong was essentially like a cat.

Curious, quick to react, and possessing a natural insight into traps.

He enjoyed this rare leisurely time, giving him a sense of returning to campus life.

The academy is one of the few ivory towers of this era, not corroded by power and wealth like the Astrology Guild. At least the background of the Pure-blood Clan wouldn't interfere with normal campus life. For the students, only winning the top three places in various competitions is truly important.

"Look, the moment you enter, there's McCarthy-Delin's portrait."

Lindong stood under the portrait.

Ethan naturally recognized this old friend too. In the real world, McCarthy-Delin had been dead for over a thousand years. His lifespan was shorter than that of the Upper-Level Gods and Middle-Level Gods. Fortunately, he didn't experience any more wars in his later years. For those who lived through the dark ages, dying of old age was the greatest fortune.

He lived to the age of 107.

This could be considered long-lived for a human.

Underneath the portrait, McCarthy-Delin's remarkable life was written: a learned and wise individual, and a respected elder all Elemental Shapers admired. His death had a legendary aspect, as if he had foreseen the day of his passing.

Early one morning, Dean McCarthy suddenly wanted to go fishing.

The professors watched as he took his fishing rod early in the morning and went to the ring-shaped lake deep within the island—that was the last time they saw the dean. A day later, they found him by the lake. At that time, McCarthy-Delin was still sitting on a rock by the shore, with the fishing rod placed by his side.

Sunlight filtered through the swaying leaves onto his back, and he had closed his eyes, as if he entered a contemplation he would never wake from.

Ethan immediately saw McCarthy-Delin's fishing rod in the exhibition hall, the same style as the one when they met in the wooded area. The hall gave a detailed introduction about the rod, including the materials of the rod and line, and how many wonderful creatures this seemingly ordinary fishing rod had caught by the old dean.

"He was always waiting for someone, until the moment death arrived."

An elderly voice came over.

It was an old lady with a round face covered in wrinkles. She raised her eyebrows, her gaze full of vigilance. The broom she held like a long-handled weapon made her look less like an Elemental Shaper.

Of course, all her vigilance was directed at Lindong, "What are you doing here?"

"Hello, Mrs. Judith."

Lindong's face showed an innocent smile, a common name across the Empire, yet one that left deep psychological scars on many students.

Mrs. Judith is an academy graduate, and all the professors older than her have already passed away. Today's students can't say which class she graduated with, but it's clear Mrs. Judith isn't proficient in Elemental Shaping magic; a broom is her most used weapon.

But never underestimate her for this. Mrs. Judith is an excellent magical broom rider, with her most glorious achievement being chasing an academy race contestant around the academy seven times on a magical broom, then knocking down the prankster in the museum with a broom in front of everyone.

This is the fearsome aspect of Mrs. Judith.

She has plenty of time, and once you've provoked her, she can chase you on a broom all day long. Over time, even the most mischievous students dare not cause trouble here.

Moreover, Lindong specifically emphasized that she doesn't come here to make mischief because there's nothing appealing in the museum. She's one of the few students not afraid of Mrs. Judith.

"This is my husband. It's his first time at the academy, and it's a meaningful place."

With that, Mrs. Judith's eyebrows softened, no longer pointing the broom head at them, and her demeanor relaxed.

"I'm very interested in Dean McCarthy-Delin's stories."

Ethan took out the notebook entrusted to him by the dean from inside his coat. In fact, it didn't record much useful information—after all, it's a creation from Kaisaros's imagination, and not even the Old Gods could truly enter McCarthy-Delin's mind and extract all his knowledge.

In Kaisaros's conception, this book wasn't important and shouldn't fall into anyone's hands.

"I acquired the dean's notebook by a chance encounter."

"Let me see!"

Mrs. Judith immediately approached, carefully taking the notebook as if handling a treasure, and studied it attentively.

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