"What are you doing?" The moment the drool was wiped away, Nellide woke with a start and looked groggily at Hai Di.
"Get up!" Hai Di said to Nellide. "Senior Sister, naptime is over. Hurry and get up! Otherwise, if you're any later, Teacher will definitely scold you again."
"Mm." Nellide responded to show she understood, then rolled over with great determination, intent on continuing her sleep.
Hai Di sighed, but she did not give up.
She reached out, struggled to pull Nellide up, and dragged her outside to wash her face, driving away her drowsiness.
Then, after making the bed, she and Nellide went to see their teacher—the Female Wizard Circe.
When they entered the study in the small courtyard, they saw that their teacher, Circe, seemed to have been waiting specifically for them. Before they could ask anything, the Female Wizard Circe pointed at an opened letter on the table and said, "Take a look."
"What is this?" Hai Di asked curiously. She gently picked up the letter and read it together with Nellide.
After reading for a while, Hai Di put down the letter, looked at her teacher, blinked, and asked, "Richard wants to invite us to that 'Shalin.' Teacher, is this true?"
"It's true." The Female Wizard Circe nodded in confirmation.
"Then are we going?" Nellide asked from the side.
"I haven't decided yet," Circe replied. "That's why I want to hear what you think."
"Oh, I see..."
Faro City, elsewhere.
Night.
Inside a secret chamber.
An old man dressed in a black formal suit, wearing a bowler hat and a gold monocle, sat at a table, toying with a black bead.
The bead was about the size of a walnut, its surface carved with intricate patterns. It was an ancient artifact unearthed from the