"Hahaha--!" Peter's slightly hoarse funny laugh came from above his head, "This is the first time! I vomited much more than you did back then, even my boots were covered in vomit!"
Yavi raised his head weakly and saw Peter with his hands on his hips, his smiling eyes narrowed into two slits, and there was gloating in his wrinkles.
"Don't worry, you'll get used to it after vomiting." Peter wiped the tears from laughter and reached out to hand over a handkerchief, "When you learn to open the portal by yourself in the future, you can vomit wherever you want."
Yavi swears that he would rather choose to walk across the entire continent, even if it takes ten years. No, twenty years will do. Even if he is asked to walk across it upside down, it will be better than experiencing the feeling of his internal organs flying out of his mouth again...
Yavi wiped the corner of his mouth with his sleeve, and the turbulent feeling in his stomach finally calmed down. He staggered to stand up, his legs were still a little weak, but at least it no longer felt like he was stepping on cotton. Only then did he really see the scene in front of him clearly -
A magnificent red and white building complex stands in front of you, glowing like pearls in the sun. The main building in the center is majestic, with a spire reaching into the sky, and exquisite reliefs looming between the columns.
"Boy, welcome to Aretuza Academy of Sorcery." Peter opened his arms with pride in his voice, "This is the pearl of Temeria, the holy land on Thanedd Island. Although it is mainly a place for training female warlocks..." He gave Yavi a meaningful look, "But there are a few lucky ones like you who can obtain admission qualifications."
Yavi noticed several sorceresses in blue and white robes passing by. They nodded gracefully to Peter, but turned a blind eye to Yavi, as if he was just a ball of air.
"Look there," Peter pointed to the main building directly in front, "Aretuza Palace, the heart of the academy." His finger moved to a smaller building on the lower right, "Loxia Palace, the visitor area." Finally, he pointed to the mist-shrouded high platform in the distance, "Garstang Palace, the real core, only the core warlocks can enter."
Yavi felt that the Horse Talisman in his body was working, which not only eliminated all the discomfort, but also made him feel a warm current flowing through his meridians - this was a sign that Talisman was about to upgrade.
"Okay, the sightseeing time is over." Peter clapped his hands, "Now, it's time for us to meet Sicco Jett. That old guy hates waiting for people." As he said that, he took steps towards the main hall, his robes flying behind him.
Peter led Yavi through the grand arcade of the Aretuza Palace, his footsteps steady and powerful. His voice was low and clear, echoing in the empty corridor:
"The Emerald Wing we are heading to will be your residence, at least for the time being. It is the living area for apprentices and the residence of many formal warlocks."
As they moved forward, Peter introduced the layout of the college in a professional tone:
"White Raven Wing, Alchemy and Pharmacy Research Center. All raw materials and experiments are conducted under strict control." He pointed to a white building on the right, with a strange light shining on the windows.
Turning to the north, a tall tower stood next to it. "Star Wing, specializing in astrology and prophetic magic. The protective barrier there is the strongest."
When passing by a deep corridor, Peter's tone became extremely serious. "Silent Wing. A place for spiritual training and a depository of forbidden knowledge. Believe me, you won't want to go in."
The stone slab under his feet suddenly showed light blue ripples. "We are now above Tidal Wing, the water magic and teleportation research center." He glanced at Yavi, "If the teleportation experience is very bad, you can submit a formal complaint. There is a special feedback channel."
A low roar came from the distance, Peter frowned slightly. "Crimson Flame Wing, combat magic training ground. All actual combat exercises are conducted there."
Finally, they came to a group of buildings covered with ivy. The sunlight filtered through the stained glass, casting emerald-like spots on the ground.
"Emerald Wing, we are here." Peter pushed open the heavy oak door, "Your future dormitory is in this area. Now, go see Master Sicco Jett. Remember, here, every decision may affect your future."
Yavi followed Peter through the winding corridor, and finally stopped in front of a simple wooden door. Peter stared at the runes on the house number, gently touched the long-faded carvings with his fingertips, and let out a heavy sigh.
"It's been more than two hundred years..." His voice carried the weight of time, "I never thought I would come back here one day."
Following a complicated gesture of undoing the curse, the magic barrier on the door glowed with a ripple-like halo. Peter opened the door, and dazzling sunlight suddenly poured out. Yavi had to raise his hand to block it. After his eyes adjusted, he was surprised to find -
This room looks ordinary from the outside, but is extremely spacious inside. Sunlight fills the entire space through the floor-to-ceiling windows, coating the marble floor with a layer of gold. In the middle of the room, a high-backed chair faces the window, and a rickety figure is bathed in the sunlight.
"Old guy," Peter's voice suddenly softened, "The last time we said goodbye in this room was the year we graduated, right?"
The chair turned slowly, making a slight squeaking sound. When the old face was completely exposed to the sun, Yavi's pupils suddenly contracted.
The old man in front of him was almost out of shape, with sparse white hair sticking to his scalp, and a wrinkled face like dry tree bark. But when he spoke, the voice was surprisingly familiar. "That's true, Fatty. I didn't expect you to remember it so clearly."
The old man's cloudy eyes turned to Yavi, and the corner of his mouth curved into a familiar arc. "What? Yavi? You don't recognize me? It hasn't been long since we parted."
Yavi's throat tightened. The Professor C in his memory was completely different from the frail old man in front of him. Only the gentle yet stern voice still retained the shadow of the past.
"Teach... Professor?" Yavi's voice was almost choked. The sunlight outside the window suddenly became dazzling, and he had to blink away the water in his eyes.
Yavi's hands were clenched unconsciously, and his knuckles turned white from exertion. His vision was blurred, and the Professor C in his memory, who was always unkempt and slightly nervous, overlapped with the tall old man in front of him, but they were so separated.
"Professor, how could you..." His voice trembled so much that he could hardly utter a complete sentence. In those years of Witcher Order, Professor C was like a bright light, illuminating the way forward in his life. But now, this light seems to be extinguished at any time.
But Professor C chuckled, and the laughter still carried the familiar heartiness of Yavi: "Hahaha, I just didn't pay attention to the propriety when using magic, and it was a little more powerful." He waved his hand, and his skinny arms were almost transparent in the sun.
Peter looked away silently.
The sun shone through the professor's sparse white hair, casting mottled shadows on the ground. Yavi noticed that the professor's robe hung empty on his body, and his once straight back was now as stooped as an old tree. But when he looked up, the look in his eyes was still as bright as before.
"Don't look like that, kid." Professor C struggled to stand up, "I can still use my old bones for a few more years." He tried to lighten the atmosphere with a joke, but it triggered a violent cough. Yavi subconsciously took a step forward, but was stopped by the professor who raised his hand.
The room suddenly became eerily quiet, with only the suppressed breathing of the professor echoing. Outside the window, a fallen leaf gently tapped the glass, like the ruthless knocking of time.