"Can't be contacted? What exactly do you mean, and how long has it been since I couldn't be contacted?"
"Maybe it's been six years at least."
Frances lowered her head and stared closely at the contact note in the Special Patrol Office. The steel seal with the cyan signature of "Poglarich" was tightly covered by her right thumb.
That signature is like a small painting, an artistic painting with endless tension, sharpness and danger. With her powerful inspiration of understanding the three layers, she dare not give any in-depth appreciation or association.
"Hasn't your father told you about this related situation before?"
"Almost not." Roy shook his head.
six years
She indeed knew very little about the "advisor" of the school.
It was only when I entered the University of St. Lenia that I began to gradually learn occult knowledge and come into contact with mysteries. It has only been more than six years since then.
"In fact, people of my generation, including your father, have never seen Mr. Consultant, nor seen him in his dreams, nor have he left a divine projection in the waking world. In recent years, the frequency of our contact has increased.
It’s also gradually becoming sparse.”
"We have always suspected that there is some unknown problem with his condition, but this suspicion is meaningless. Even if the suspicion is true, no one in the school can help an order enforcer solve the problem, but it will easily cause panic among the people within the school. This
Maybe that’s why the Marquis has never told you before.”
"Seven years ago, on the eve of the 39th Harvest Art Festival, we notified the 'advisor' of the roundtable meeting of the discussion group, and he should have attended the meeting, but whether there was any abnormal behavior at the meeting, Poglieri
Whether they discovered this abnormal behavior and didn't tell us, or they didn't find anything unusual. We don't have the permission to participate in the meeting, so we don't know anything about it."
"Later, we tried to get information from Prime Minister Puchatu, who represented the empire at the meeting at the time, but Puchatu said that they had strict confidentiality restrictions, and the attendees only listened to the meeting behind the scenes, and even the true faces of the six members were unknown.
I didn’t see it, and I didn’t think there was anything unusual about the ‘consultant’s’ statement.”
"Notifying the 'consultant' to participate in the 39th Harvest Art Festival is our last contact. There will be no further news from us."
When Roy heard this, he was silent for a while and then said:
"If the Bologna School is absent from this round table meeting, what will be the consequences?"
This sentence was actually a self-question and answer, and she had already rehearsed it in her mind.
If Bogorelich knew that there was something wrong with the enforcer of his own school, would he ask the Special Patrol Office to trace the secrets of the school, would he further suppress the power of the school in the empire, and even make more radical moves? Every possibility
Neither sex can be predicted or ruled out.
The discussion group is a limited alliance of all official organizations. It is the highest decision-making level that determines the direction of all mankind in the entire mysterious world!
Frances understood what Roy was thinking, and she added another reminder:
"There may be another twist to this year's roundtable."
“Fanghui Temple has been destroyed! Saint ‘佊’ has died, and one member of the discussion group is vacant!!”
"With one vacancy, the discussion group will naturally have to recruit a new member. According to past practice, the members are basically the existence of the order enforcer level, or the 'torch bearer' who has reached the sixth level of 'grid'. Originally,
If something goes wrong in the South, I already have a question mark in my mind as to how Pogorelic will consider this matter."
"But if something happens to the 'advisor' of our school at the same time that the saint '伊佊' dies, how can this hole be filled in a short time?"
"I'm worried that the composition of the entire discussion group will undergo subversive changes by then. The relatively balanced pattern of '1 official organization, 1 member, member 1 vote, leader 2 votes', which was achieved after countless struggles, will undergo complete changes! Poglai
Rich’s right-hand man will also be joining the discussion group!”
Roy frowned deeply at this time.
This issue is extremely urgent and difficult, a hundred times more difficult than the previous "Congress Reform Bill"!
"How to do it."
There was an extremely unwilling feeling in her heart, that she tried hard to reach but couldn't reach it.
Although I have been promoted to the Deep Dawner and completed the preliminary preparations for promotion to the Second Level of Deep Dawn in just over a year, the level of the problems I face is too high!
"Tell me my name."
Suddenly, a deep male voice sounded in the interview room.
A gentleman wearing a brown coat and a top hat slowly emerged from the ground. He has a mature temperament, a handsome face, and his hair and eyebrows are neatly trimmed.
"My Lord Marquis." "Dad?"
Frances stood up to say hello, and Roy followed suit.
"What did you just say about the conversation we just had? But the people participating in the roundtable meeting must be"
Marquis MacAdam said "ha" and raised his hand. The contact note instantly fell out of Frances's hand and turned into a white stream of light and flew towards him. His figure began to flicker and fade. During this period, the people in the reception room
The layout of the furnishings changes continuously, like a stack of interior pictures switching rapidly.
Roy looked at him in surprise. She felt that her father in the dream had undergone some completely different changes compared to before.
Everything returned to normal, but the last voice of Marquis MacAdam still retained the unspoken and unquestionable authority:
"I'm going to the meeting."
"Are you saying that the 'consultant' who guided the school may have some unknown problem?" Fan Ning asked.
The sky is covered with continuous and dense rain. In the distance are the towering and steep Dolomites Mountains, exposed rocks, green vegetation, the boundaries between light and shadow are blurred, and the vast lake is filled with patches of smoke.
Two figures holding umbrellas walked slowly one behind the other in the wilderness, gradually approaching a hut by the lake in the distance.
"Sir Viadrin revealed to me in a private setting," said Sheeran, who was holding an umbrella behind him, "that people of their generation have never seen the 'advisors' of the school, and besides conveying a message every time
Apart from Gleich’s meeting notice, the communication and instructions received are now becoming less and less.”
"Oh, sure enough." Fan Ning in front spat out a few words.
"Do you know the situation?"
"My dad has already suspected it."
Not only Vincent, Fanning himself had previously discussed with Joan in the Abnormal Zone that "it seems that the fate of the order enforcers is not very good".
Not only the Guidance School, but also the Bologna School should have an enforcer called an ‘advisor’ behind it. However, after so long, he has never heard of who the ‘advisor’ is, as if he is ‘shady’.
"What a worrying question." Sheeran sighed.
Fan Ning stopped discussing this issue, took a step forward slowly, and stared at the "composing cabin" in front of him that he personally directed and built.
It has a blue and red inverted V-shaped roof with windows on three sides. The walls are no longer white and have gray stains after being exposed to daily wind and rain.
The unknown young composer who visited here in the spring of 913 New Year never came back after leaving.
At first, the residents of the lakeside town came to visit from time to time with fruit baskets, and the country musicians also maintained a certain degree of attention. However, within a few months, a year, and two years, the place gradually returned to a quiet place where no one cared about it, even if there was an interval.
There are cultivated orchards and farmland a few hundred meters away, and further towards the lake, there are only a few wilderness trails trodden by anglers and pickers.
The next moment, Fan Ning passed through the rain curtain under the eaves, turned around, and closed the umbrella.
Sheeran followed his movements from the side.
After a few clicks, the key is inserted, turned, and the door pushed open.
"Um?"
Fan Ning's voice sounded a little uncertain.
"How come the layout and displays in this house are like this?"