CHAPTER 524: CHAPTER 257: BUT ON THE OTHER HAND_2

The cat spoke softly, preferring an environment of hunting and interrogation over a sit-down conversation.

"That was an accident, not my original intention."

Considering it was the Time Traveler holding the scythe who used "Ascending Dragon" first against him, Ethan thought this perfectly fit the scenario of self-defense.

"No matter what you plan to do, we must first find that Time Traveler lurking in the Academy."

Lindong was eager to try.

This was much more interesting than being stuck in the library flipping through books; she was a cat, naturally born to catch "mice," "Come with me, I’ll take you to a place!"

Leaving the library, her steps became a lot lighter, as she led Ethan by the arm, weaving through the deserted campus, covering almost half of it, with each stop yielding hints from the flowers, grass, and trees, until these hints directed them to an abandoned storage room.

"You who have traveled far, tell me your purpose."

This door asked them.

Lindong responded fluently, "I came as invited, bringing news of the wind."

Ethan thought Rowena was right; Lindong really was a deeply hidden youthful eccentric. It was hard to imagine how free she was during her time at the Academy, and upon careful reflection, although he always called Lindong teacher, in terms of age, Lindong couldn’t have reached professorship age, maybe even a few years younger than him.

A perfectly suitable age gap... Wait, what was he thinking?

"Welcome back, Lady Lindong, Lady Lindong is truly insightful!"

The robotic compliment pulled Ethan back to reality, as the door opened with this sound.

Behind the aged wooden door was not a dark storage room but a garden, Lindong’s cheek blushing with excitement as she couldn’t wait to introduce her secret base to Ethan, "This is the activity room of the Mole Club, a society I founded during my time at school, focusing on developing all sorts of magical devices, exploring forbidden areas of the Academy, using small magic spells to confront the Academy’s professors!"

"The Academy actually approved such a society?"

"The application failed, of course, so I secretly formed the Mole Club, and the activity room was designed for the members when I returned to the Academy as a professor."

This was a simple spatial teleportation magic; in theory, when they passed through that ancient door, they were no longer in the Academy, so even if the professors searched the Academy thoroughly, they could never find the activity room, "The estate was provided by a passionate member, it’s their family property."

An elegantly comfortable place, where high-end tea and various noble appetizers are provided, who wouldn’t like it?

Today, the Mole Club was quite deserted, as under Professor Franky’s personal leadership, the members could only stay cooped up in the dormitory.

Scheduled room checks were a fatal weakness for every member.

Bringing Ethan inside, Lindong skillfully took out high-end tea bags from the cabinet and brewed a cup of red tea for both herself and Ethan.

"Add a little more sugar, thank you."

A stranger’s voice interrupted this warm scene, arcs of electricity flickered through the air, and by the time Lindong came to her senses, this social youth with slicked-back hair had already appeared on the couch, arms crossed and legs propped up, looking quite satisfied with the estate’s environment.

The slicked-haired youth closed his eyes, sighing, "Indeed, this red tea is much better with more sugar."

"Wait, wait, let me introduce you, this is Senior Electric Elemental!"

Ethan noticed the change on Lindong’s face.

First, she widened her eyes in disbelief, then the fire in her eyes burned brighter and brighter. Ethan felt if he didn’t mediate soon, the hot water kettle in her hands might end up on the Electric Elemental’s head the next second.

Considering the natural law that water conducts electricity, heaven knows what might happen in this estate later.

After the festival’s three trials, Ethan discovered his Elemental Magic also underwent respective changes.

Lindong could now directly see the presence of the Wind Elemental and even asked him a critical question—was the Wind Elemental always holding Ethan’s hand when she couldn’t see it before?

Receiving a hesitant response, Lindong snorted immediately.

Was there a problem with this Wind Elemental’s legs?

Why couldn’t it even walk properly, needing to hold someone’s hand to move?

Thus came the subsequent notice: from now on, speak properly and refrain from getting hands-on with Ethan.

"Teacher, how do you see him?"

Ethan couldn’t explain the issue of Elemental Elf’s image change, Lindong once explained to him that in the meditation space she sees the subconscious projection, with the Elemental Elves’ appearance entirely the result of his imagination, but now, this imagination was projecting into reality, he could almost confirm Lindong and he were seeing the same literary girl.

"A little punk with a weird hairstyle, one that looks like it deserves a beating."

Lindong critiqued sharply without mercy.

Confirmed, they both saw the Electric Elemental as the same image, as the same senior.

"Don’t speak so harshly, I just have more social experience than other students."

The slicked-haired youth said, "Also, this isn’t a weird hairstyle, it’s called a pompadour, very trendy!"

"What is your purpose here?"

Lindong’s expression was full of alertness, just after seeing off the green-haired girl, now appeared another Elemental Elf with a peculiar look, which didn’t seem like someone upright. She always felt this so-called senior might pull Ethan aside discussing things unsuitable for children.

"Since I heard about the junior’s troubles, how could a senior not lend a hand? Don’t underestimate my information network, you’re looking for someone, aren’t you?"

On this matter, nothing was more reliable than him, this senior, "No matter how perfect their disguise, they can’t hide their inner thoughts."

Upon hearing this, Ethan proactively brewed a cup of tea for the Electric Elemental, placing five large sugar cubes inside.

The slicked-haired youth contentedly lifted the teacup, "You see, now this is the proper attitude when requesting assistance, speaking of which, it’s easy, you just need to find a way to reveal their non-human thoughts, and I’ll help you pick them out from the crowd."

"As expected of senior!"

Ethan then asked, "By the way, where’s Ice Elemental Senior? Didn’t she stay with you?"

"Don’t mention it."

At the mention of this title, the Electric Elemental’s expression changed.

A brief encounter left Ethan with a deep impression of Ice Elemental Senior’s maniacal smile, combined with her face identical to Lindong’s, made him feel Lindong might also be a deeply hidden yandere.

"After leaving the library, she went to find Sincaro."

"Find Sincaro? What did she want with Sincaro?"

"No idea."

The slicked-haired youth shivered with lingering fear, "I saw her smiling as if she was about to kill someone when she left, it’s better not to mention her now."

"Alright, then I’ll leave the Academy matters in your capable hands, senior."

"Wait."

The slicked-haired youth stopped sipping the tea, "I said I could help you, but haven’t mentioned the matter of compensation yet, have I?"

"You street-wise punk, don’t go overboard!"

Lindong glared at the slicked-haired youth, "We can find the person out without you!"

"Teacher, don’t rush, let’s hear what senior has to say first."

Ethan was also curious about the Elemental Elf’s request, unable to immediately think of what a natural Elemental might need.

Give him money?

Or help him build a power plant?

"Simple and straightforward! The payment is simple: you two kiss in front of me."

?

What kind of request is this?

Upon hearing, before Lindong could speak, Ethan immediately stood out righteously, "Senior, as the saying goes, there are things we do and things we don’t, as for me and teacher..."

"But speaking of which, many hands make light work."

The voice behind interrupted Ethan, even the address for the Electric Elemental changed, "Since senior asked, then it can’t be helped."