After class, Higashinohara stood at the door of the city's popular Senator Kenneth's residence and took a look at the private residence, which covers an area of about one hectare.
A minute ago, he handed over the letter that Tokugawa Ritora entrusted him to carry through the guard.
The guard looked at Higashinohara with some vigilance at first, but perhaps Higashinohara saw that he was young and harmless, and was afraid of being held accountable for delaying the matter.
After all, he asked Higashinohara to wait for him outside the door and handed the letter in.
At this time, Higashinohara looked around.
After he got out of the car and walked along, he saw that this entire private residence did not have any architectural signs of a residential area. The seemingly simple location facilities contained restrained luxury.
Although it is not surrounded by mountains and rivers that the nobles of Shangjing Tianren love, the averted eyes of the scattered pedestrians passing by and the slight sense of depression in the air made Higashinohara unconsciously smell the breath of power.
Probably only the residences of these big names who often appear on TV can fill the air with such a breath.
Higashinohara couldn't help but think.
After a while, the previous guard came back with something in his hand.
Higashinohara glanced at it from a distance and found that it was not the envelope he had handed over before. His brows could not help but frown slightly, wondering what the current scene was.
"This is an invitation to tomorrow's birthday dinner."
After the guard came out, he glanced at Higashinohara, who was still calm after waiting for a long time. He couldn't help but admire his patience and couldn't help but add:
"Tomorrow night is Congressman Kenneth's daughter's birthday dinner. Congressman Kenneth has read the letter you forwarded. He said that if you have any other questions, he would be happy to discuss them with you at the birthday dinner tomorrow."
Birthday dinner?
Higashinohara lowered his head and glanced at the invitation in the guard's hand.
The letters given to him by Tokugawa Ritora were so important that they could almost be said to be related to the life and death of Wano, so he entrusted Higashinohara to deliver them personally and bring back answers.
Higashinohara only agreed to Tokugawa Ritora's request to deliver these letters one by one based on the premise of simply "delivering letters".
But listening to the meaning of the guard's words, Councilor Kenneth did not give Wano any reply after reading the letter. Instead, he invited him to attend his daughter's birthday dinner tomorrow.
Of course, Higashinohara would not take the invitations from these politicians too simply.
Does the other party have anything else to discuss in person?
After hesitating for a moment, Higashinohara smiled at the guard boy and thanked him, took the invitation from the other person's hand, turned and walked towards the outside of the mansion.
Just this once.
For Nishimaru Miria's sake.
Higashinohara said to himself in his heart.
If the next few letters are delivered and the other party does not reply after reading them.
Then Higashinohara had no choice but to make a phone call and tell Tokugawa Ritora the truth.
The day after arriving in the United States of Tagos, Higashinohara sent the first letter entrusted by Tokugawa Ritora, but no definite reply was received yet.
When he returned to his dormitory at night, Higashinohara received a call from Senior Sister Fanny.
There was a buzzing noise on the other end of the phone, and it sounded like the call was coming from a small, cramped, dark room.
Fanny said she was thanking Higashinohara and saying she was safe, but her trembling tone didn't sound very safe.
Higashinohara walked to the balcony of his dormitory and looked back at the dormitory. No one else noticed him. They were all talking on the phone at their respective homes and in Wano Country.
Last night, Takehara Minami and his party were new arrivals and experienced the impact of such a horrific incident. The reflex arc of homesickness was lengthened by everyone's emotional ups and downs.
When I realized what I was doing today, almost everyone in the dormitory called home as soon as school was over.
Higashinohara, who was holding the mobile phone, couldn't help but curl his lips slightly. Of course he knew that Senior Sister Fenni's call was not a so-called safety report.
She was most likely alone outside, evading pursuit and shivering. She remembered the number Higashinohara had given him in the morning and said that she could contact him at any time if she had any difficulties, so she wanted to give it a try.
It’s just that Higashinohara is not very good at comforting people.
After Senior Sister Fanny asked, "If he is raided by the Adjudication Division, is it too late to call him?" Higashinohara pondered for two seconds and said, "It is still too late to help handle the will."
Fannie on the other end of the phone suddenly choked up and almost cried "Wow" on the spot.
He covered his mouth tightly again.
Higashinohara also realized that he had said the wrong thing.
After a lot of comforting calls in the following time, Senior Sister Fanny, who was trying hard not to cry out, regained her composure and was able to hang up the bedtime phone call.
The next day, April 10th.
The day after everyone from Takehara Minami Academy arrived at Stafford Private Great Sword Academy.
Today is the weekend holiday, but as Stafford is a boarding school, morning training will not be missed during the holiday.
Although everyone in the dormitory is not used to Stafford's various rules and regulations.
But when they thought that this was just the beginning of the next school year, they couldn't help but struggle to get up.
It has to be said that after all, Stafford Private Great Sword Academy is located in the "Sin City" of Meiji Mansion.
Higashinohara felt yesterday that after experiencing the storm of the terrorist attack led by "Hundred Beasts" Negan that night, the atmosphere in the school was a bit gloomy for a time. A large number of logistical remote calls were made to calm the family members' emotions, and occasionally he met one or two people.
They all looked a little silent and desolate.
Unexpectedly, one day later, during morning training this morning, the students from Staffordshire Private University appeared in front of them with a completely new mental outlook.
On the field next to the morning exercises, it was time to warm up, and it was time to chat and laugh. It seemed that the crisis that threatened the entire school yesterday was nothing to them. The deceased was gone, and everyone was using a new look.
Come face a new day.
This kind of adaptability made him not know whether to admire or have other ideas for a while.
After the morning training, Higashinohara spent the rest of the day in the Stafford Library, looking for things that could help him from the vast collection of previous works and discussions on the shelves.
In the big class yesterday morning, the words of the old man Professor Albert seemed to open a door for Higashinohara, allowing him to see the outline of the [rules] from the [field].
It is obviously not enough to just have an empty outline. What Higashinohara has to do now is to help himself fill in the outline through more works and discussions by his predecessors in the speed system.
Speaking of which, after being in this world for more than a year, Higashinohara rarely had the opportunity to study the contents of the book so seriously.
But when he really concentrated on doing something, he found that time flew by quickly.
When he arrived at the hotel at noon, Higashinohara did not go back to the dormitory or go to the cafeteria. He took out the bread sticks he had brought from the cafeteria in the morning and drank them cold, even if he had eaten lunch.
In the afternoon, when he came to his senses while sitting by the window, he suddenly realized that it had become dark outside the library.
He looked down at the time on his watch.
Four o'clock in the afternoon.
Higashinohara was stunned for two seconds before he realized that it wasn't dark outside.
Instead, the sky was filled with heavy clouds at some point, and the patter of rain came over from the thick clouds in the distance, lingering on the yellow lights that had just turned on on the campus.
It's almost time.
He did not forget today's invitation.
While chewing today's gains in his heart, Higashinohara packed up the books and put them back on the bookshelf.
After leaving the library, Higashinohara went back to his dormitory and changed into the formal clothes that his aunt Coladia had prepared for him, then went out to take a taxi with an umbrella under his arm.
After driving for about thirty minutes, Higashinohara arrived at the private residence where he stayed yesterday.
When I got off the car, the rain was getting heavier and the sewers on the roadside were flowing gurglingly. Higashinohara raised his leg and stepped into the standing water with one foot, then turned around and paid the driver in the front seat.
Immediately, he held up his umbrella.
Following the guidance of the street lights that were obviously decorated with a birthday party theme, I walked slowly and slowly to the door of the private residence I had visited once last night.
In front of the mansion, some noble gentlemen and congressmen whom most people in the United Targos Republic had only seen on TV had reserved smiles on their faces. They held their female companions in gorgeous long dresses trailing beside them, and behaved calmly.
Talking and laughing, they handed over the invitation and walked into the mansion hand in hand.
Boom—!
A white python suddenly crawled through the clouds in the sky, stretching Higashinohara's figure standing alone in the rain as slender as a ghost.
Compared with the big shots who were invited,
Higashinohara, surrounded by heavy rain, held an umbrella alone, giving off an aura of loneliness and sadness.
However, at this moment,
Higashinohara squinted his eyes and looked at the luxurious mansion under the dark sky, which seemed to be submerged by the heavy rain, but inexplicably, he felt like he was looking at the lonely boat that could capsize at any time in the wild waves.
Suddenly, a car horn sounded from behind Higashinohara, and two white gas lights penetrated the rain curtain, stretching Higashinohara's shadow in the running water on the ground again.
Higashinohara did not turn around.
He just lowered his eyes and silently moved out of the way.
The car splashed water ten feet high.
When I passed by Higashinohara.
In the car, the corner of the eye of a woman wearing a black tulle in the back seat drifted past the slender figure standing on the roadside with her head down and holding an umbrella. She then turned thoughtfully to look at the brightly lit mansion in front of her.
Luxury cars.
Should we agree on an ukiyo-e?
The woman thought silently in her heart.
Something happened at home today and I went out for two trips.
There are a few updates, I will make them up tomorrow.
