After seeing off Princess Elizabeth, Fisher had a phone call with Trundle towards the evening. Fisher originally planned to tell him about Elizabeth's agreement to their new party's request, but he didn't expect that he would have to call him first.
this phone call.
"Fisher, I have already sold all the gold you entrusted me to resell, and now I am going to put it into your bank account. Your account has not changed, right?"
"No. I was just about to tell you that Her Highness Elizabeth has agreed to the deal with your new party."
After Fisher had just finished speaking, there was a soft sound from the phone. He didn't know what was falling to the ground. Then the receiver of the phone seemed to have been hit on the table. The sound made Fisher
Hold the receiver slightly further away.
After waiting for a second, Trundle's excited voice came,
"What? Really! God, I love you so much, you are so fast! I thought it would take at least half a month for you to talk to Elizabeth about this matter. After all, you need to talk to the princess.
I’m really embarrassing you, you haven’t had a good conversation since you graduated from school, right?”
What makes you really fast?
Fisher sat in his office chair unable to complain about Trundle's choice of words.
But after listening to his words, he still looked at the cup with only a little coffee left, his eyes flickered for a moment and then said,
"yes."
"By the way, I almost forgot to tell you something. The party leader helped you inquire this morning. When he was chatting with former Minister Diris over breakfast, he mentioned to him the letter that the Son of the Sea sent him before.
matter..."
Minister Diris is Dexter's teacher and has a very good relationship with him. Prince Dexter often comes out of the Golden Palace to visit this teacher and listen to his teachings. Therefore, the leader of the new party learned from former Minister Diris.
It's normal to get a lot of news.
After hearing this, Fisher pulled a piece of paper from the notebook next to him, then held the pen and listened carefully to Trundle's description.
"Hmm, what did he say?"
"Deris asked Prince Dexter about the letter, but Prince Dexter said he didn't know anything about the letter, and he didn't know who would write the letter to him."
This is a bit intriguing. If the letter was indeed sent by Jasmine to Dexter, it means that he had borrowed a relic from Jasmine's mother and agreed to return it next year.
Minister Diris is one of the people closest to Dexter. Even to this teacher, he is unwilling to reveal the inside story...either means that he really does not know, or that he has other purposes for concealing the matter.
On the other side of the phone, Trundle's voice came next,
"Dexter said that the letter was not addressed to him. It was just delivered to the mailbox of the Golden Palace. According to the usual practice, letters without addressees are handed over to the affairs department for processing. After the affairs department has read it,
If it cannot be solved, hand it over to the prince."
"After all, it didn't specifically say who it was addressed to, and the format of the letter was particularly bad. Prince Dexter even suspected that Isabel, a child, had traveled through time and left a prank on him..."
As he spoke, Trundle also felt a little guilty. After all, the letter he and Fisher had promised had something to do with the Ocean demi-humans. It would be interesting if it turned out to be a prank in the Golden Palace.
When the time comes, Fisher will help them in vain, and the New Party will probably only be able to help him nominate the number of signatories for the new education bill, but Fisher has never been interested in these things.
But Fisher didn't care at all. He just frowned and thought quietly.
If the letter was really not for Dexter, then who was it for?
"I understand. Please help me keep an eye on it. If you have any other information, call me."
"Okay, I'll pay more attention."
After answering his call, Fisher drank the coffee in his cup and was about to leave the office to rinse the cup. Only when he suddenly discovered that there was a small jar left on the sofa where Elizabeth was sitting.
The jar was well packaged, and when Fisher picked it up, he discovered that there was a note attached to it. There was elegant handwriting on the note, which read:
"The warm-up tea I brought back from Selikon Port. Drinking coffee can make you prone to insomnia. If you feel sleepy while writing an article, use this instead."
Elizabeth didn't know when she learned this method of secretly giving gifts.
Fisher looked at the small leaves in the small jar, smiled slightly and put the jar next to his desk, intending to keep it for later enjoyment.
Then, Fisher left his office and prepared to go back to rest.
The University of Saint-Nali, which did not have many students, seemed a lot deserted. Fisher did not plan to go far back to the rental house to rest tonight, so he would rest directly in the faculty and staff dormitory.
Speaking of which, it seems that Fisher is the only professor who works here. He is constantly collecting the school's money, including all kinds of desserts, dormitory and theater tickets, etc., with a sense of making the best use of everything.
Many gentlemen at the University of St. Louis either have families and do not need to live here, or they are too proud to live in the dormitories provided by the school. They would rather go all the way back to their houses than stay here, and of course they are not willing to take any money.
Benefits provided by the school.
Fisher was relatively lacking in material conditions before, but now that his pockets are suddenly rich, he still wants to live without spending any money.
This kind of mentality makes Fisher himself feel a little helpless.
While he was complaining and reflecting on himself, he was about to hand over the dirty clothes to the staff in the faculty dormitory for free cleaning. As a result, a beautiful girl walked towards him. She smiled at Fisher and said,
Then, he skipped his body and headed towards the girls' dormitory.
Fisher thought the girl was a student who had not left the school, but after taking a step or two, he suddenly stopped, turned to the girl who was walking away and said,
"Classmate, wait a moment..."
The girl paused and turned her head, looking puzzled.
"What's the matter, teacher?"
Fisher smiled slightly, took out a piece of paper from his arms, folded the piece of paper, handed it to the girl, and asked,
"Well, I'm Trundle, a third-year professor at the Magic Academy. Could you please pass this note to the dormitory staff in the girls' dormitory?"
The girl was stunned for a moment, then happily took the note from Fisher's hand and said with a smile,
"sure no problem."
But when she reached out to pull the note away, she found that no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't take the note away. After she was stunned, she looked up and met Fisher's slightly cold gaze.
"teacher?"
"Classmate, there are no third grade students in our school..."
After saying this, Fisher suddenly grabbed the girl's wrist with his backhand, using strong force and speed to subdue her quickly.
But when Fisher started to exert force, he felt that he was holding a piece of plasticine, denting and twisting the girl's hand.
"Why are you meddling in other people's business, teacher?"
The girl's voice suddenly became sinister, and then her entire body suddenly shot up, as if the length of her spine had suddenly doubled, pulling her originally smooth skin along with it.
At the same time, the skin is extremely elastic. Even if it is pulled like this, it is not damaged at all, but the blue blood vessels on it are pulled out very clearly.
The skin that Fisher had grasped originally clung to his skin like a quagmire. She fell down, trying to cover Fisher.
Fisher didn't bring a cane, but since the Fluid Sword was easy to carry, he always had it with him.
The situation was critical at this moment. He shook out the black hilt of the fluid sword from his sleeve and slashed at the creature in front of him. The fluid sword blade slashed hard on her body, causing her skin to suddenly explode.
Blood stinks like mud.
Fisher suddenly retreated a distance, and at some point several figures ran out from the bushes and rushed towards him. He turned around and slashed with the knife, cutting those figures in half, and the same stench erupted.
The connotation comes.
Speaking of which, it seems that since receiving the fluid sword presented by Lamastia, Fisher felt that this thing was much more convenient than the cane presented by Renee, so he didn't use the cane very much recently...
This is only true in combat, and it is by no means a preference for the new and a dislike of the old. This is what Fisher needs to emphasize.
At this moment, Fisher took a closer look and saw that all of those strange figures were wearing the uniforms of the staff of the University of St. Louis. However, their faces were expressionless and their bodies were cold. They looked at him standing there with a blank expression.
"Teacher, where is Jasmine?"
"Teacher, where is Jasmine?"
In the darkness, countless figures, either crawling or climbing on the wall with their limbs spread wide, murmured in a low voice at the same time, which was as mind-numbing as reciting a book of poetry, but Fisher frowned after listening to it.
Does anyone know the identity of Jasmine Ocean?
Fisher turned his head and looked at the shimmering girls' dormitory behind him. Since there was no one in the entire school, the street lights nearby were not turned on. It seemed that the darkness between the buildings continued to spread, as if there was no end to it.
"Jasmine!"
The strange humanoid creature behind him murmured and spoke. Fisher immediately turned around and slashed, cutting off the bodies of several figures at the waist. Once the figures died, they would be completely dissolved by some strange force in a few seconds.
, leaving no trace.
In the distant building, strangely moving figures flashed across the windows with flashing lights, one after another, and they seemed to be heading towards the few lighted rooms above.
In the entire dormitory building, only Jasmine's room is still lit, and the life or death of the dormitory staff downstairs is unknown.
The night wind blew through the night of Saint-Nali University, but it did not bring a single sound, leaving only a death-like silence.
Jasmine, danger.
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