Half-length beard, square cheeks, and single-sided glasses with gold wire borders.

He was wearing a black cloak and holding a wooden stick in his hand. He was just holding it in the middle, and there were no snowflakes on the bottom of the stick and the cloak.

Not coming back from outside, but about to go out.

Meeting in the corridor, the expressions of the three people were the same.

surprise.

"Professor Phil?"

Marina recognizes each other. She has joined Royal Delorin in the past two years and has studied in the imperial capital. The two belong to different departments and have no social relationships. They only met several times at several cocktails at the school.

I heard that in order to better study, he was obviously a professor but lived in Royal Deloring like some ordinary staff, and his wife and daughter were no exception.

"You are...Professor Marina?"

Obviously, the other party has a good memory, and he quickly recognized the person.

The hand holding the wooden stick loosened, and the cold light between the handle and the support disappeared.

"Yes, it's me, Professor Phil just finished his work?"

Marina regretted this problem because she remembered that Professor Phil was a professor of history. Even if she had to stay up late, she had to be in the library of Deloring. How could it be near the parking lot?

So...what did he do in the parking lot?

"Professor Phil is going out?"

The whole family lives in Deloring. When I come to the parking lot at this time, I can't take a walk in the early morning.

This season, Royal Delorin at 3 am is not suitable for walking.

"Yes, there is an old friend who is in poor health. I just called me and I have to go and see him. I will get up at night just now."

After a brief pause between words, Stuart glanced at him without a trace and turned his eyes away again.

"Then you go quickly, and you won't waste your time."

Marina quickly moved away from her position, Professor Phil nodded, took a few steps and went to the side.

When the car started there, Marina and Stewart were already in the car.

"Even if it's almost impossible, it should be a family member. How can you let your friends go there?"

When starting the car, Marina was still wondering about her chance encounter just now. You should know that according to the customs here, a period before a person dies should be when he explains his last words and says goodbye to his family, and outsiders should avoid suspicion.

"Just an excuse."

Stuart, who was sitting behind, was tucking the corner of his clothes. His beard on his jaw became a little cold and hard because of the cold wind outside. He reached out to pinch it and replied casually.

"What?"

Turning on the headlights, Marina looked up at the rearview mirror.

"Professor Phil, the reason he said is false, and the excuse is really like an old friend he said is almost out of reach... I still have time to take care of the tie on my chest so neatly? The shirt inside is buttoned meticulously, and the leather shoes on my feet are brushed out. I think I'm going to have a tryst."

The tryst Stuart mentioned was naturally a tryst with his lover. Of course, he was not sure, and this was just a joke.

He spread out the scroll in his hand and savored the lines above. Even though he couldn't understand it, he still felt it was very beautiful, much better than those deceptive spell scrolls.

"Professor Phil lives with his wife and daughter. Now, it is impossible to go out for a tryst at this time, right?"

Obviously, poor Marina, who had little emotional experience, believed Stuart's statement.

"My wife and daughter...is his daughter named Julia Porter?"

Stuart suddenly remembered the little girl who had been following Donald for a while and had chatted with her.

"How do you know that it's a very cute little girl."

Marina met Julia Porter at several cocktail parties and was even more impressed by her parents.

"The relationship between this little girl and Donald seems to be pretty good, at least some time ago. After Donald resigned, she came to ask me several times... It seems that I am more sure that Mr. Phil should have a new love outside."

"Why do you say that?"

"Because both of them ignored Julia, I could feel that this little girl lacked care, so I cared so much about Donald, a person I had known for a while."

"Lack of care? Really...I've met the Porter couple several times in school, and I can see that they care about Julia very much. One of the two always has a look on her to make sure she doesn't run around. It doesn't seem to be ignoring it?"

Marina believed that what she saw should not be the show of the Porters, and that the behavior of alternate attention could not be achieved without long-term practice and tacit understanding.

"Malina, you have to understand that attention and care are not the same meaning. Just like when you were a child, there was a vicious dog on the way to school. When you passed by, you always had to stare at it. Do you want to care for it? Believe me, as a fairly competent father, I can see Julia's alienation to her parents. She may not say it to others, but it can be seen from some of her words and deeds."

"Well, I have to admit that you have a say in this regard."

As a daughter, she naturally has the most experience of her father's education and care since childhood.

The father and daughter here are having fun, while the atmosphere in the car on the other side is cold and silent.

Of course, there was only Phil in the car, and no one could speak, but the grim expression on his face still showed the uneasiness in his heart.

Tonight was a huge negligence.

He could not have thought that it was still snowing outside at three o'clock in the morning and there was still people in the underground parking lot.

Fortunately, his identity is still useful. The other party is just two professors in the college. No matter how you think about it, you will think that he has some private affairs.

Looking at the snowflakes floating in front of the headlights, I held the steering wheel tightly with both hands.

I have persisted for so long, and I must not fail at the last moment!

After wandering around the long street in Tallinn, he finally came to a very ordinary tavern. The car was parked two streets away and he was walking.

When you arrive in front of the door, bend your fingers, two short and three long.

"Lion."

A little dull sound came from the door.

"glory!"

This is a code.

The door was opened with a gap, and he quickly squeezed his body in, leaving the wind and snow outside the door.

"Just wait for you, let's go."

The person who opened the door for him helped slap the snowflakes on him, and his movements were not awkward.

"It took some time to go around the road, sorry."

Not telling your friends around you about the Royal Delorings will only cause unnecessary worry.

"Haha, why are we talking about this? We haven't been together for a long time. Bechimo just opened a bottle of good wine. Today he is in a very good mood. I'll keep you in a close position and you'll know later."

Walking on the stairs, the person in front grabbed the handrail of the stairs and turned around and smiled.

"Semil, you are still the same. It seems that after being a mayor for a long time, he not only did not change your habits, but instead made you like to keep it in hiding."

Phil shook his head helplessly, but the ease in his words could not be concealed.

That's right, today's party members include Bechimo Edward, the current police chief, Semyal Garcia, and the current mayor of Demingham.

Up to the second floor, there was only a candle on the wine table in the corner, and several stacks of side dishes for wine were placed. There were already two people sitting on the bench next to it.

There was a man with half-length hair and quite artistic temperament holding Bechimo Edward's shoulder, muttering something constantly. When he saw them going upstairs, he waved his hand.

Bechimo Edward also turned around and had a little smile on his face, but perhaps because he had too much time to smile, his smile now looks a little stiff.

"Haha, every time I see Beshimo's expression, I want to laugh. When I asked him to be the police chief, I was attracted by this. As long as he was willing, he was a very familiar person. Others who didn't know thought how different we were... Walsh, sit with me, we haven't seen each other for a long time. A few days ago, I heard my uncle say that there was a breakthrough in your situation, and I thought about getting together. In the past two days, I learned that Beshimo had a bigger happy event, so I called you all. We didn't get together a few times after we came out of the imperial capital. It's a pity to think about it."

As the highest leader of Demingham, the person who became the lively atmosphere at this table, the superiors had long been thrown away.

After leaving this door, everyone in Demingham counted one, and they knew that the few of them had a real relationship with him probably didn't even have one.

They are classmates and like-minded confidants.

At that time, in order to study normally in the imperial capital and not be influenced by the outside world, Semir and Porsh, who were born in aristocratic countries, used pseudonyms.

It happened to meet Bechimo and Vern, who were born in a civilian family. The four of them hit it off.

Now we are striving for the same goal, supporting each other and encouraging each other...

Even if they want to have a simple party now, they have to be so sneaky. It is early morning, an ordinary tavern, and even the table has to be chosen in a remote corner. But as long as everyone is there, they are still full of joy.

"Let's talk about it one by one...I know you all have good things, so Bechimo will come first."

It was his turn to pour wine for all three others, and Semyr was still wearing a coat, leaning against the walls of the tavern, with a blush on his face.

"I've been looking for someone for 7 years and finally found it!"

Raising your hand makes you feel like a glass of wine, which is the most joyful thing.

"Adon's Spear assassinated me, and I'm the one who is on the airship this time, and they may have to attack the airship."

When Semire was full, Bechimo had half a drink this time, and this matter was more important.

"I made the assassination of the Spear of Yadon successfully. If you want those people to appear, I must 'dead'. Porsh, look at you. You may need your help at that time. I can't die too quickly, and I may still use it to me in the end."

Without sip, this matter doesn't matter the most. He has already made up his mind.

The other three had a drink in the wine.
Chapter completed!