A brave man may not live, but he cannot die

Chapter 175 Secret Photography
The girl followed closely behind the man who was pretending to divine with his fingers, her hands nervously clasped together. Her chest, which was tied with a white bow tie, jutted out slightly as she peered in, making her look quite adorable.

"Mr. Quinn, have you figured out the dream interpretation?"

Quinn made a sword gesture with his hands, stepped on the Seven Stars formation, and muttered incantations, acting like a wise old man.

"I figured it out."

"Really?"

Celia moved closer to Quinn, her white, lotus-root-like forearm accidentally brushing against his sleeve, and asked with suppressed anticipation, "What did my dream foretell?"

"This means you should see the school doctor."

"."

Quinn said in a serious tone, "This must be a side effect of the Abyss. To avoid being contaminated, you can't think about it anymore. When you get back to school, have the school doctor give you a thorough examination, understand?"

Ceria's face fell when she didn't hear the answer she wanted, but she was also startled by the "aftereffects of the abyss," so she had no choice but to answer reluctantly:
"I understand."

“Dreams and reality are usually opposites,” Quinn began, launching into a discussion of Earthly metaphysics: “What happens in dreams could never happen in reality.”

He stopped mid-sentence.

Dreams and reality are opposites.

In Celia's dream, he confessed to 'Celia', so time rewinds to a previous point—

"Don't play dumb, Xiaoqian, wait for the teacher's reply."

The girl's soft whispers still seemed to echo in my ears.

Is it the influence of the abyss?
Quinn suddenly said seriously, "Xiaoqian, teacher-student relationships never end well."

"Huh? It's just a dream, don't take it seriously."

“I have a friend who paid a heavy price for his teacher-student relationship.”

"Is he a teacher too?"

"Yes, his name is Hachiman Hikigaya."

Quinn spoke as if telling a horror story, his tone extremely sinister: "When he was your age, he almost fell in love with a female teacher, but in the end he was taken away by a wicked woman with a terrible personality and a flat figure who was good for nothing except for her wealthy family background. This shows that teacher-student relationships can lead to misfortune."

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Celia immediately realized that in her dream she seemed to be a girl from a wealthy family with a terrible personality.
As for a flat body
She couldn't help but lower her head, her face quickly scrunching up in a bitter expression.

"Mr. Quinn, you're quite talkative today."

"Really?" Quinn replied casually, "People are always in a better mood during holidays."

After saying that, he was also a little confused.

My mood has actually brightened up a bit.

Is it because of time reversal? None of those terrible things happened, the little girl is still alive, and I've gained access to Tiresia's information for nothing.
"Mr. Quinn, how many pieces are we going to practice today?" Celia abruptly changed the subject.

Quinn didn't want to talk about "dreams" anymore. After deciding to take her to the school clinic when they got back to school, he replied, "Do we both need to practice?"

Quinn changed his mind.

"Just practice one or two songs, there's plenty of time anyway, I'll teach you slowly in the future."

Mr. Quinn is in a really good mood today.
The girl noticed the smile on his face when he said that.

But I...
"Can you finish learning it in one semester?"

"Piano playing requires patience and meticulous skill; you can't learn it well if you rush it."

Celia stopped responding, as if she had some unspeakable difficulty.

Quinn stuffed a thick stack of sheet music into her arms.

"See that? There are a lot."

".Um."

"So you can't run around before you finish learning."

"Ok!"

She smiled genuinely, clutching the sheet music tightly to her chest as if to encourage herself.

Quinn laughed when he saw this. Well, as long as they don't do anything messy.
For example, avoiding ice cream and preventing nonsense like "sharing an ice cream cone is a college tradition to express friendship" from happening again should prevent that scene from happening again.

The two chatted and laughed as they walked toward the museum.

On the way, Quinn specifically instructed Pepe on how to address her in front of Pepe. The reason, of course, was that the academy was monitoring the spies that the Church had planted in Eswell.

Changing her name was to avoid revealing too much information to the other person through divination. In mysticism, a name is closely related to the individual, and hiding one's name is very common; Celia wasn't surprised. "You and Mr. Ankua have to work today?" Celia asked slyly. "Isn't it a bit inappropriate to sneak out with your academy salary to go on a date with me?"

"What do you mean by 'dating'?" Quinn slapped her so hard she cried out, "This is called 'tutoring'."

"Besides, the money I get from working is what I deserve, and the money I earn by slacking off is what I earn."

"Can Mr. Quinn buy me some snacks after he makes some money?" Celia looked at the food stalls all over the street, stretched out her left hand, revealing her snow-white palm: "I'll keep it under five pence."

Five silver coins are fine.

"That's too expensive, I can't afford to treat you to lunch." Celia was planning to treat Quinn to lunch, but the girl's allowance was obviously no match for Quinn's salary.

"Except for ice cream."

"Huh? Why is it so hot today?"

Just as I remembered, there were two queues, one long and one short, in front of the museum.

Parents leading children, workers from Seville, adventurers dressed like hunters, hairy kobolds, sturdy dwarves, and young brown-skinned couples.
The shorter lane was mostly filled with foreigners in suits and ties, still dressed in trendy Western clothes even in temperatures over 30 degrees Celsius. Coachmen and servants stood by, fanning the group of gentlemen with walking sticks. They chatted and laughed, and their order was much better than that of the citizens.

Quinn compared the faces he remembered with those he saw now, and even the positions in the queues were exactly the same.

The queue was much denser than the pedestrians on the street, and could be considered to be a representative mix of ordinary people and the powerful. The fact that their positions in the queue had not changed indicated that they had remained exactly as they had been up to now, matching their trajectory before the time rewind.

Knowing the power of the butterfly effect, Quinn was somewhat puzzled. Had nothing happened in either the elite or the common people? Did the hero do nothing after going back in time?

Or perhaps the actions were too discreet to have any impact on Aishwell.

"Those in the long lines are fourth-class citizens; they have to go through security."

"Those in the short queues are third-class citizens; they don't need to be checked."

"Second-class citizens"

Quinn repeated the words from his memory, aligning the speed with the time it took to enter the museum.

He wasn't sure if Sissa had noticed him before he arrived at the museum, and he had to make sure he didn't make any mistakes from this moment on.

"And what about the other kind of people?" Celia asked curiously.

Just like before time rewinds, Quinn waits at the door with Celia, silently counting down the seconds in his mind, anticipating the arrival of the portly official led by the enforcer and embracing a woman.

"Mr. Quinn?"

After waiting at the door for a while, Celia asked, completely bewildered, "What are we waiting for?"

"I wanted to show you what a first-class officer is like, but I didn't get to see one."

“Today is the Arcane Festival, the officials are all working, they don’t have time to visit museums.” She laughed as she recalled Quinn’s theory about making money by slacking off.

Quinn remained expressionless, presented his college card, and entered the museum.

Following the familiar route, Quinn led Celia on a stroll through the lobby, allowing them to rediscover the solemn atmosphere of the museum. Quinn intentionally steered the conversation, and soon the two were chatting softly about the changes in the museum after the banquet, just as they had before time rewound.

Difference engine, airship sails, Merlin's arcane sculptures, and portraits of Woodcutter Town from a thousand years ago.
"This is a miniature model of the slime farm, made with technical support from the academy."

Once again under the bright yellow lights, the model of the Slime Farm stood quietly in the display case. Celia stood on tiptoe, looking at the exquisite installation in the display case, while Quinn stood aside in a daze, actually comparing the sweet voice of the guide with his memory.
That's right, exactly the same.

But where did that official go?

"Why are slimes called monsters?" Sure enough, Celia asked the exact same question.

Quinn pretended to be relaxed, but in reality he held his breath and focused on what was behind him. Sissa was about to appear.

"Ordinary slimes can hardly be called monsters."

Paying close attention to her speaking speed and tone, Quinn nervously waited for Celia to ask the question that would attract Sissa's attention—

"Can humans who have demonic beliefs be considered demons?"

She gently covered her mouth, and her curious expression was still adorable to Quinn even after seeing it again.

well.

So, what's next?
"Hey!!!"

An angry shout came from a distance in the museum.

Everyone instinctively looked in that direction.

What came into view was a woman who was disheveled and in a panic.

Then, a portly official emerged from around the corner, wiping lipstick stains from his face as he pointed sharply at the young priest with a camera hidden in the crowd:

"You fucking filmed me without my permission?!"

(End of this chapter)