Becoming a scholar of the Grove of Epiphany meant a series of changes in both status and treatment.
The small courtyard that had originally only been rented to Amos had now become his personal property.
The gift did not come from the Grove itself, but from a merchant guild that worked with it.
Actually, the Grove arranged residences for every scholar, and the location was extremely prestigious, right on the Sacred Tree.
But Cyrene was not a scholar, and strictly speaking could not stay in the dormitories, so Amos continued living in the original courtyard.
“Cyrene, tell me honestly, is this something a person should do?
Amos was the one who told me to pass a note to Castorice, but in the end I’m the one copying textbooks?” Inside the house, Phainon was full of complaints, but before Cyrene could answer, Amos argued back, “Copying textbooks is the most efficient way to learn.
Teacher Anaxa only did that because he values you.” “Cut it out.
We’ve copied who knows how many textbooks together since we were kids.
This time is no exception.
You have to take half.” Hyacine and Cyrene watched the two fool around with smiles.
Castorice sat furthest away, looking somewhat restrained.
She felt that Amos must not know about her constitution, otherwise he would never have invited her to his home so casually.
If Amos knew…
Thinking of those friends from the past who had been warm and friendly when they first met her, only to become cold soon after, Castorice could not help feeling a little down.
Cyrene saw through Castorice’s thoughts.
After thinking for a moment, her lips moved slightly, silently reciting a prayer.
Then the cup in front of Castorice, which had already been emptied, filled with juice once more.
Castorice had never seen such a trick before, and immediately asked curiously, “This is…” “A prayer of Oronyx.
Just like you, I’m one of the Chrysos Heirs.
I also have a tiny bit of special power.” Hearing this, Castorice knew her thoughts had been seen through, and she also felt the goodwill of others.
But because of her past experiences, she still could not be sure.
After hesitating for a while, she carefully confirmed, “You…
know about my ability?” Cyrene looked at Hyacine, who understood immediately and said, “Of course.
The Holy Maiden of Aidonia joining Okhema’s Flame-Chasing journey wasn’t exactly small news.” “Holy Maiden…
I only did what I could…” Castorice did not seem to want to talk about that identity.
But it didn’t matter.
When dealing with someone this socially anxious, talking about stimulating topics was the way to bring everyone closer.
It was just a simple gathering, and both host and guests enjoyed themselves.
Even Castorice wore a smile unlike anything she had shown before.
Amos was very satisfied with this, because according to the story, Phainon, and even Hyacine and Castorice, would all remain in the Grove of Epiphany for a long time.
A good beginning made it easier to bring people closer together.
Life after becoming a scholar seemed no different from before.
He still studied and conducted research, except now he had many more people he could seek advice from.
As the holy land of scholars, although the Grove of Epiphany had different factions, it did not restrict scholars in their pursuit of knowledge.
In plain terms, there were no barriers between fields.
On the contrary, everyone was encouraged to learn from each other.
As long as there were empty seats in a classroom, scholars could attend lectures under professors of other factions whenever they wished.
Another three years passed.
The fall of Janusapolis seemed to have been only an accident.
The world was peaceful and prosperous, and no other city-states had been heard of being destroyed.
After the microscope, Amos failed to find a second thing that could interest Anaxa.
However, over their long time together, his relationships with his friends grew closer and closer.
Cyrene and Hyacine often dragged Castorice out shopping.
Sometimes when they bought too much to carry, they would order Amos around as a transport tool.
Phainon had also found his favorite course, the fitness classes of the Helkolithists School.
This guy’s physical condition was extremely strange.
The more he trained, the sturdier he became, and his muscles felt as hard as stone.
The Helkolithists School called it an innate sacred body for fitness.
They repeatedly tried to ask Teacher Anaxa for him, and even exposed the fact that he did not get along with Aglaea, the leader of the Flame-Chasers.
Unfortunately, Anaxa had also discovered Phainon’s shining point.
He was eloquent.
Although at the beginning, Anaxa really had been prejudiced against him because of Aglaea’s recommendation.
If not for the sake of the Path Demigod, he would not even have wanted to accept the two of them.
But after Phainon won the debate competition championship three years in a row, and Castorice achieved perfect scores in every subject, Anaxa’s impression of them gradually changed.
As for Amos, Anaxa found him a bit difficult to evaluate.
Because after continuous contact, Anaxa realized that Amos was not really a genius.
At least, compared with the Chrysos Heirs, who possessed intelligence at the peak of humanity, he was not.
Still, Anaxa was fairly satisfied with Amos, because Amos understood himself well.
He never compared himself with others and did not care about other people’s opinions.
Most importantly, Anaxa realized that Amos was a born scholar.
Because no matter what it was, he always held a trace of doubt.
——— Another three years passed.
Castorice graduated with perfect scores once again.
Hyacine followed closely behind, and Phainon ranked third.
That’s right, Phainon graduated in only six years, which differed from the story in Amos’s memories where Phainon’s graduation had been delayed by ten years.
But this was only an unimportant detail.
When a butterfly flaps its wings, something is bound to change.
Their identities as Chrysos Heirs meant they could not continue staying in the Grove to study.
The journey of chasing the flame was waiting for them to contribute to it.
So on this day, Amos and Cyrene watched the three board a traveling earth beast.
As they turned around, Cyrene quietly tugged at Amos’s sleeve.
Following the direction she indicated, Amos discovered Anaxa watching him from the shadows.
Amos walked over calmly and greeted him, “Teacher Anaxa, since you’re here, why not see them off?” Anaxa answered just as directly, “Because I didn’t come to see them off.
I came to find you.” Amos thought for a moment.
“Looking for me…
don’t tell me you’ve discovered I didn’t do my homework?” “Wake up.
You’ve already entered the graduation sequence.
You haven’t needed homework for a long time.” “That scared me.
As long as it’s not about homework.” “Enough fooling around.
Amos, just like when I accepted you, I only have one question.” Anaxa stared directly at Amos.
“You’ve seen the gap between yourself and the Chrysos Heirs.
Are you willing to accept it?” Amos smiled, “Of course I’m unwilling, but what can I do about it?” “Very good.
I saw a completely different answer in your soul.
It seems you’ve fully recognized your own weakness.” Anaxa took a scroll from his robes and threw it to Amos.
“This is the work I’m most satisfied with in my entire life.
It is also the soul technique you seek.” “Go on then.
Your graduation exam is…” “Learn it.” ——— Two years later, someone heard the whispers of the Titan of Time in Janusapolis, which had already shattered into the Abyss of Fate.
As the only Chrysos Heirs qualified to inherit the Coreflame of Time, Cyrene had no choice but to shoulder the responsibility.
At this time, Amos had not yet mastered the soul technique and had not graduated, but he still chose to stay by Cyrene’s side.
Even if his strength was insignificant, Amos was unwilling to give up that bit of warmth.
“You’ve thought it through?
If you leave the Grove before graduating, you’ll lose the qualification to become a Sage.” “Teacher Anaxa, what answer do you see in my soul?” “It completely disregards my question.” “My answer is exactly that!” The sails billowed and the ship sounded its horn.
Medea, Sage of the Lotophagists School, appeared beside Anaxa.
“You let this little fellow leave.
Then who will inherit your position?” Anaxa replied casually, “If there isn’t a suitable one, I’ll just find someone at random.” Medea nodded and asked again, “Then who will inherit my position?” Anaxa fell silent.