The students' enthusiasm had not been responded to for a long time, and over time, the number of letters sent to the office became fewer and fewer, until there was no letter at all.
So she was really curious, who would have the time to write a letter to this office at a time like this.
The envelope did not have much information marked on it, only a general address: To be addressed to the Office of the Dean of the Seminary.
Considering the rate at which the condensate dissipated, it should have been sent to the mailbox within a few hours. There were no classes on that day in Yongye, and most of those who came to Dream City were teaching staff.
Continue to open and unfold the letter.
The characters... fall back a little.
"August 1970, 8. Operation codename...Hatch?"
She half frowned and turned the letter to the other side.
Blank.
Did you just write this incomprehensible sentence?
What does it mean? Is this a hint to her about an operation that took place on August 1970, 8?
But this was clearly the tone of communication within the detective system. It was impossible for students and faculty members alone to convey such information to her.
Holding the letter, Hitzfeld stood up and walked to the window, looking down from the window at the top of the tower, staring at the too empty steps of Dream City.
Although she was standing on a high tower, she felt like she was being watched by something.
Ten minutes later, she appeared on the eighth floor and walked straight to the post office shop.
Still no shoes.
Now is not the time to worry about these little gifts.
There was not a single person in sight. It was even more desolate than when she first arrived.
Somewhat strange.
This was inconsistent with her usual perception.
Yes, because of the eternal night, there are no classes in Dream City on Sundays, and the number of spirits coming and going will be fewer than usual.
But this is the Port of Wayne, the capital of Sara, and the place where the authentic sacred stone tablet of all Xieyang carvings is protected.
In addition, the mechanical sun creates a unique atmosphere of eternal night. Even if there are few people here, it has never reached the point where it can be called desolate.
There was no one in the post office. Hitzfeld went in and took a look. There was not even a letter left on the wall.
In other words, when Princess Vona came here, there might have been only this one letter on both the inner and outer wall panels?
No wonder she saw it at a glance and took it over with her.
"Miss Hitzfeld…?"
There was an exclamation from behind.
Turning around immediately, she saw a boy.
Strictly speaking, he is a boy.
He had brown hair with a golden luster, a fair and handsome face, wore a pair of gold-rimmed square glasses, and a pure black apprentice robe. He was looking at this side with surprise on his face.
"Mr. Lawrence." Hitzfeld remembered this guy and called out his last name.
Will Larence, a fifth-year student at the Divine Academy, the new generation of the King of Destruction/Kid King/classic second-generation rich man in the Larence family, had tried to play a trick on her in that open class, but she tricked him and taught him a lesson.
The example she gave at the time was actually an offense to the Lawrence family. Many people speculated that she would be retaliated against, but everything remained calm afterwards. Will Lawrence also turned into a little lamb and started to study hard.
The reason behind this is hard to explain to others. Only Will himself knows what lesson he learned from that complaint.
He was almost mixed doubles by his parents.
From then on, he remembered that Aisuen Hitzfeld was not someone he could mess with.
Because she was indebted to the Larence family and helped them escape a huge scandal.
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①: Refers to the scandal that extended from the Sea Giant Shadow Case to the Balvik Strange Shadow Case. Hitzfeld let the doctor and Helen go, resulting in almost no parties left in the case, and the case ended hastily, allowing the Larence family to handle the matter in a low-key manner.
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"What are you doing here?" Hitzfeld tried to ignore his gaze towards his ankles. "And there are so few people here today. Is there some festival going on outside?"
"Don't you know?" Will Lawrence was a little surprised.
Fortunately, he had withdrawn his attention and no longer paid attention to why she was barefoot.
"what do you know."
"There's a power outage in the whole city... The church and the diocese have issued a notice, and many people are afraid to close their eyes for fear of something happening, so naturally no one will come!"
Blackout?
"I didn't notice...what caused the power outage."
"I don't know either, but I heard my family mention that it was due to insufficient energy supply. It seems to be related to Nan Xinze. They said there will be another one next week, and it should be okay the week after next."
The steel tycoon Lawrence, this family is the richest in the country.
Then the news that Will heard casually was probably true... Hitzfeld nodded, and finally understood why Dream City was so deserted.
"What are you doing here, Larence?"
"I...well, I'm here to be Professor Paul Drake's assistant."
"assistant?"
"Yes, because there was a power outage outside, many things... I mean those experimental equipment... that require electricity can't be used, so the professor can only come here to tinker with them. There are many models in his office. If you have been there--"
"I've been there."
Will shut up immediately.
He hadn't found a way to get along with Hitzfeld yet and was too nervous in her presence.
Hitzfeld didn't pay much attention to him. She took the letter in front of her eyes and looked at it again. Her eyes were so focused that it seemed as if she wanted to engrave those characters into her consciousness.
“How many people did he find?”
"……what?"
"I mean, including you, how many assistants did the professor find?"
"Oh! Not many, five in total including me!"
"Five...are you the only ones here today?"
"That's pretty much what the professor said."
Hitzfeld frowned and thought about it.
"Listen, Mr. Larence, I have a mission here."
"Please go ahead——"
"I believe you must have heard the news. I plan to start a new course in the Divine Academy."
"Yes I know!"
“New courses always come with a lot of problems, and it’s hard for me to handle them all in a short period of time, so I also need assistants.”
"I can help you contact——"
"Don't worry." Hitzfeld interrupted him, "We can take our time with this. Let's start with the five of you... When you go over there later, tell the others to write a report on whether they are willing to participate."
"Remember, write it in ancient Sarai."
“Is this a test?”
Will breathed a sigh of relief, a look of excitement on his face.
He had been studying hard during this period, so this kind of test was not difficult for him. In his opinion, it was like a benefit specially provided for him.
New course.
If I do well as an assistant, can I become a teaching assistant?
Not to mention the other four people... they must be so happy to have been given such an opportunity.
"Don't rush to be happy."
Seeing him grinning, Hitzfeld began to pour cold water on him.
"Since you are still serving Paul Drak, it would be best if the reports were accompanied by the professor's comments and signature. I need to understand your level and attitude, and then decide who to choose, or not to hire any of you."
"I understand, Professor!"
Will has already started to take on the role.
"I'll go find them right away...bye Professor!"
Watching him running away quickly from his sight, Hitzfeld narrowed his eyes.
Theoretically impossible...
but……
I hope she is overthinking it.
Chapter 108 Growth
Hitzfeld stayed in Dream City longer than planned because he had to wait for Will Lawrence to come with the report.
After the report was delivered, Will still did not give up and tried to communicate with her to gain a first-mover advantage, but he could not withstand her calm gaze and ran away without saying a few words.
As expected of a kid from the richest family, his communication skills are totally not on the same level as other children.
After complaining, Hitzfeld began to review the reports one by one.
All the characters that made up the sentence in the letter were tilted slightly backwards, a circumstance that made her suspect that they were written by her non-dominant hand... her left hand.
The writer took pains to conceal his handwriting.
She asked Will to collect the reports and specifically asked for Paul Drake's signature on the comments, in order to find out who wrote the letter.
Because even if the handwriting is left with the non-dominant hand, there is a probability that certain stroke habits will continue.
Of course... She didn't want to do this and didn't want to doubt Paul Drak, but this was Dream City.
In the territory of Pusance, the academic center of Sarah, an unknown person sent her such a strange letter that may contain some hints. This in itself is a dangerous signal.
"None of them fits..."
After reading all the reports and carefully looking at every character written by Pauldrak at least three times, Hitzfeld leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes and sighed.
This is really weird. Could it be that Princess Vona directed and acted out this letter herself? Did she write this letter?
This possibility cannot be ruled out...but it is more likely that Will and Pauldrack did not know that there would be other guests in Dream City today.
After all, they wouldn't know if I came here myself.
Princess Vona is the same... So anyone who has been recorded in the Dream City... whether they are students or teachers... as long as they are not afraid of the Eternal Night and have the courage to come and hang around, Pauldrak will have no control over them.
There is no point in continuing to investigate here.
Silently engraving the handwriting of the letter into his memory, Hitzfeld stuffed the letter paper and envelope into the drawer.
She had been here for three hours, and if nothing unexpected happened, they would explode into a ball of air shortly after she left.
wake up.
She hinted at herself.
The awakening process has become very familiar.
When she supported herself and climbed up from the chair, she happened to see Xia Yibing, who was sitting next to her, lowering her head and glancing at her.
When did she move me behind the table?
How long did she watch me sleep from a close distance?
Hitzfeld was a little shocked.
After Princess Vona's advice, she became more sensitive to certain actions of women and knew what their intentions were.
Then as the woman pushed open the chair and stood up, she saw the pantyhose on the other person's legs again.
