Although she didn't quite understand what these two people were thinking, since they no longer asked to follow her, she didn't bother to figure out their psychology.

Ilsa opened her eyes slightly in surprise, and then laughed softly: "It's great that you can understand me, so I'll take the first step."

Wait, is there something weird about this sentence?

"Go ahead!" Constantine waved lazily, then turned sideways and stared meaningfully at Lester beside him.

Lester smiled and said nothing. His weak and mysterious girlish appearance made him look very innocent.

I always feel like...the relationship between these two people seems to be getting worse?

Ilsa touched her nose inexplicably, turned around and walked into the crowd, leaving the two men to continue their silent confrontation.

She came to the library building again. Unlike the silence and solemnity at night, the library during the day could almost be described as people coming and going.

However, even so, once you enter the library, all the noisy noise will disappear in an instant.

This is not an effect brought about by magic, but a habit developed consciously by the students.

Not only because of the sanctity and atmosphere of the library, but also because there was a noble god stationed in this library, so they subconsciously did not dare to disturb him.

The God of Fertility of the Earth, a learned old man, and one of the seven demigods in the world today.

It is said that he stays on the top floor of the library, and only students selected by him can enter the top floor and receive his teachings.

That is the realm of God, a sacred place that countless students yearn for.

Alan Lindbergh, the Templar Knight who is now the top swordsman, was once a direct disciple of the God of Fertility of the Earth, and was also the best student he has taught so far.

After Ilsa inquired about this information, she felt more and more that it was much harder to meet the God of Fertility than she had imagined.

What does it mean to be a student chosen by him? What are the criteria for becoming a chosen one?

Ilsa sat next to the spiral staircase, looking up and thinking deeply.

How to make the God of Fertility of the Earth aware of her existence is the most critical point.

"Sure enough, we still need to use divine power..." Ilsa sighed helplessly.

Shen Nian reminded her: "There are restrictions here, have you forgotten?"

"I haven't forgotten, so I plan to use more divine power to try to break through." Ilsa glanced around lightly, and a fine light golden light faintly condensed on her fingertips.

If possible, she still hopes to see the God of Fertility of the Earth without wasting her divine power. After all, the consumption of divine power is huge, which is still a bit distressing for her now.

The divine power turned into a thin thread, and just as it was about to fly upward, a slender and tall figure suddenly appeared at the end of the spiral staircase.

"Wendy?"

The voice was very soft, but Ilsa still heard it. She raised her head and saw the handsome young knight looking down at her in surprise.

It's Alan. I didn't expect him to stay here during the day.

Ilsa immediately withdrew her power and smiled at him: "What a coincidence, we meet again."

Alan raised his lips slightly and walked down the stairs smoothly. His steps were very light and he made almost no noise. However, the Templar's light was so dazzling that other students around him still noticed him.

"Hey, that seems to be the famous Templar Alan Lindbergh?"

"Senior Yalan? Why does he appear here? He is my idol!"

"It seems that he is walking towards the new student whose magic power exploded! Could this be the instruction of that adult?"

"That lord? Which lord?"

"Idiot, who else could there be? Of course he is the God of Fertility of the Earth!"

There were constant whispers around, and the quiet library suddenly became noisy. Alan looked around calmly, and everyone suddenly lowered their eyebrows and closed their mouths.

"It's a coincidence. I was about to go find you when you appeared." Alan stood in front of Ilsa, stretched out a hand to her, and gently pulled her up.

Ilsa brushed her skirt carelessly: "I told you, I'm here to see the God of Fertility."

Alan paused, then suddenly snapped his fingers, and a transparent ripple immediately separated them from the surrounding students.

"He used soundproofing magic." Shen Nian explained.

Ilsa knew in her heart that Alan did not want the rest of the conversation to be heard by others.

Alan's expression did not change, but there was a faint worry in his emerald eyes: "I should have told you that you are not allowed to touch forbidden arts. It is very dangerous for you."

Ilsa asked back: "Why not? Regardless of whether it is a forbidden technique or not, since it was created, isn't it meant to be learned by others?"

"You think too simply. Forbidden magic is not an ordinary magic." Alan shook his head slightly, "The reason why forbidden magic is forbidden magic is because it has touched the realm of gods and is a magic beyond the reach of human beings.

Once you touch it, your spirit will be unable to bear it, and you will fall into madness and death."

Ilsa: Then it’s even more important for me to learn.

"But I have learned. If you don't help me, I will probably go astray and go astray." Ilsa said seriously, "Can you bear to see me end up like this?"

Alan said calmly: "As long as you no longer use forbidden magic, this kind of thing will not happen."

Ilsa: "..."

Alan was very principled, and Ilsa realized that building friendship with him would not work, so she decided to find another way.

"I don't care, it doesn't matter what you say. No matter what, I can't give up hope. Unless the Lord God personally rejects me, I will not leave here." She looked at Alan with a firm attitude and spoke every word.

He said, "Please convey my wishes to him, and this."

As she spoke, a small golden butterfly emerged from her fingers. The butterfly fluttered in the direction of her fingers and landed on the back of Alan's hand. It flapped its wings gently and dropped golden dots like gold foil.

"This is..." Alan looked at the butterfly on the back of his hand in confusion. He knew that Ilsa's magic power was abundant, but he didn't understand what her intention was in wanting the teacher to see this magic butterfly.

A teacher will not look at a student differently because of his outstanding magic power.

"This is my token." Ilsa said with a serious face, "Whether it succeeds or not depends on you. As long as you help me hand it over to the gods, even if I fail to see you, I will never pester you again."

Talking about entanglement is not such an exaggeration...

Alan sighed helplessly, raised his hand and touched Ilsa's hair: "Okay, wait a moment."

He walked up with the magically transformed butterfly, and seeing his back disappearing into the stacks of stairs, Ilsa finally let out a relieved sigh.

"I hope that land god can recognize my divine power. If he can't even recognize my divine power, I will consider removing his divine status." Ilsa complained silently in her mind.

"He is the god of earth's fertility, not a land god." Shen Nian corrected her.

"I don't care, any god who doesn't recognize me is a useless god anyway. Do useless gods care about their names?"

"How could you not recognize it? Demigods can also use divine power, although they can't use it as freely as you..."

Before Shen Nian finished speaking, Alan came back. He waved to Ilsa with a complicated expression.

Ilsa was overjoyed—it seemed like it was done.

She walked upstairs step by step in full view of everyone. Although everyone didn't say anything, they already had various thoughts in their hearts.

Ilsa followed Alan to the top floor of the library. Ilsa looked around calmly, but she didn't see any old man, only rows of tall bookshelves.

She could feel that Alan was full of doubts at this time, but he restrained himself and didn't ask anything.

In the absolute silence, Alan suddenly stopped, raised his head slightly, and called softly: "Teacher."

A white-haired, energetic old man slowly walked out of the bookshelf.

His face is kind yet stern, his eyes are tolerant yet wise.

Is this the God of Fertility of the Earth? He looks unexpectedly friendly to the people, and is similar to the image of a demigod she expected.

"Alan." The old man nodded slightly to Alan, and then his gentle eyes fell on Ilsa's face, "Excuse me, is this yours?"

He opened his palms, and the small light golden butterfly flew up, slowly and leisurely, and floated to Ilsa's head again.

Ilsa smiled: "It's mine."

The old man did not reply immediately after hearing this, but instead stroked his beard, as if he was lost in thought. After a while, he raised his hand and waved to Alan: "You can go out first."

Alan bowed and left quietly, and soon only the old man and Ilsa were left here.

Ilsa looked at the old man calmly, waiting for him to speak.

The old man slowly walked up to Ilsa, lifted up the hem of his robe, and slowly and solemnly knelt down on one knee.

He spoke slowly, and the sound he made was obscure and heavy, like some ancient and solemn oath.
Chapter completed!