Zeta stared at the flaming dragon on the painting for a long time, and the room was filled with the sound of Hook's slow footsteps walking back and forth, and he looked anxious.

"I seem to have heard the name Panson, the hero of the Green Valley Line, who died at the foot of the volcano due to overwork. "The Raven Organization's information network is all over the place, and as for the former Green Valley Defense Line Sergeant Major that Hook mentioned, Zeta already knows about him.

"Why, does this man have any connection to Minister Hook?" Zeta asked with interest.

"You don't need to know that!" Hook looked a little impatient, not even noticing that his cigar was already burning obliquely, "I just want to know if you ravens can do this." ”

Zeta laughed twice, and did not immediately answer Hook's question, he walked over to Hooke's desk and played with an exquisite ivory carving, judging by the fineness of the workmanship and stylistic characteristics, this ivory art was produced in the Eastern Continent.

"As for the remuneration, you don't have to worry, I promise the raven will be satisfied. Seeing that Zeta didn't answer directly, Hook thought he was thinking about the pay for the mission.

"Click", Zetar tugged on the lamp rope, and a cold light lit up his face, which was the first time Hook had a clear view of the Raven Order's faces, but it disappointed him. The black raven mask obscured the top half of Zeta's face, and the skin on the remaining half of her face was gray and somewhat eerie.

"I'm sorry, I'm not interested," Zeta replied to Hook's request, leaving nothing to chance, "You can use this money to inquire at the Maritime Chamber of Commerce, given your status as the head of the management department of the Imperial Military Academy, it should be easy to ask them for help." ”

"Why? I said I wouldn't treat you badly after I got this done!"

"Because there are some you can't afford to mess with," Zeta quickly extinguished his lamp, his figure shrouded in darkness again, "and Raven didn't want to provoke him. ”

"Zeta, what do you mean?!" Hook slammed into the chair next to his leg and walked over quickly.

"It's not interesting, just a reminder of my old patron," Zeta silently appeared where Hook had just stayed, "If you insist on investigating, you can go to other intelligence organizations, but this Troubled Raven won't want to wade for you." ”

"Do you already know the identity of that Newcastle!" Hook's voice was a little hysterical, and he seemed to realize something from Zeta's words, "Is that guy an Adept, a Psychic who can control the wind? I've seen this ability countless times... Countless times in my dreams... Tearing at my body, biting at my flesh..."

"Hehe, no comment," Zeta had at some point to have an extra lit cigar in her hand, and it was almost identical to Hook's, "I have to mention that Mr. Minister's cigar tastes good." ”

The aroma of nicotine lingers between the teeth, and the old cigar on the corner of Zeta's mouth burns not tobacco leaves, but gold coins, and money never tastes bad.

"For cigar skew, a word of advice for you," Zeta paused as she walked to the door, "It's okay to play with fire, but be careful not to set yourself on fire." ”

"Mr. Zeta, please wait a minute!"

By the time Hook reacted, Zeta had already left, the door open, and the white sunlight seeping in.

A beam of light fell right on Hook's desk, on which a crow feather wrapped in gold thread lay quietly under the lamp, swaying slightly with the air currents in the room.

Hook sat down on the couch beside him with a thud, staring at the feather as he felt the black feather shoot like a sword into his chest, blood splattering.

A low cloud hovered on the mountainside of Arthur's Seat, like a white silk that covered the face of the mountain, and the mist between the green forests gradually dissipated, and the old wood struggled to break through the cloud barrier and plunge into the sky.

If he hadn't agreed to Professor Russell to meet Elizabeth, the head of Department A, Al would have asked Li Shiyi to go to the meadow on the mountainside of Arthur's Throne again, standing on the sea of clouds and looking at the blue sea.

"Al, are you alright?" Professor Russell urged Eyre from the window, sitting on a bench outside the castle.

Due to the extremely small number of students in the D department, the students' dormitories were located in the same place as the teaching area, which was the same castle that Al first visited, and he and Snow were placed in the same dormitory as Professor Russell.

"Hey, here, here!" Al picked up his shoes as he walked, he didn't want to wear a gown, he thought it was too high-profile, and the academy was basically his own age, he was a little embarrassed, but he still chose to compromise under Professor Russell's strong demand.

"Professor, I'm not used to it—" Al's ears were a little red, and he had only been walking with Professor Russell for a while before he felt the gaze from different directions, mostly from girls.

"Then try to get used to it slowly, you are now the image spokesperson of our D department, and you should try to dress as handsome as possible when you go out in the future, you know?" Professor Russell dragged his chubby body and walked beside Al, his eyes were full of pride, as if he was saying to others: See, this is the freshman of our D department, how about it?

"Oh. Al pursed his lips helplessly.

Because the central avenue passes through both the A and D sections, it didn't take long for them to reach the central location of the A section.

When passing by the Diamond Hall, Al also subconsciously looked inside, not that he was nostalgic for anything, but he remembered a person, the girl wearing a cat-face mask left a deep impression on his heart, the first time he was in such close contact with a girl, the feeling of his heart beating faster made him unforgettable for a long time.

"Al, what are you thinking? absent-mindedly, you've been a little distracted since you passed by the Diamond Hall. Professor Russell wiped his glasses and walked around a small puddle in front of him.

"Huh?" By the time Al realized something was wrong, one of his feet had gloriously stepped into the puddle.

The cool touch of the water suddenly pulled Al back from fantasy to reality, the dream was shattered, he was still the same person, ordinary, adolescent throbbing, most of the time it was just an imaginary self-absorption.

Fortunately, leather shoes made of cowhide have excellent waterproof performance, so the impact of water on the road is not large.

With a faint sense of loss, Al chatted with Professor Russell for a while, and then a building came to him, and he gradually approached his destination.

Since the second- and third-year students in the college were still in formal classes, Professor Russell did not take Al to the office building of Department A, but took him directly to the academic affairs office of the teaching building. Fortunately, most of the students in the teaching area of Department A stayed in the classroom along the way, so they didn't meet many students, avoiding Al's embarrassment.

The vicinity of the teaching building is full of greenery, I have to say that the horticulturist in charge of the teaching area of Department A is of a very high level, Al did not pay much attention when he followed Li Shiyi last night, and it was not until today that he came with Professor Russell to find that the green trees and the clusters of flowers were well organized, and it is no exaggeration to say that it is a living work of art.

In addition to being amazed, Al couldn't help but feel a little apprehensive in his heart, after all, the person Professor Russell took him to meet didn't know before, and the purpose of meeting this person Professor Russell was also mysteriously reluctant to say more, so Al didn't even have the opportunity to organize the language in advance.

"Here we are. In front of a white lacquered door in the hollow-shaped teaching building, Professor Russell was the first to stop.

Al looked around, the academic office in the middle of the first floor was facing the corridor, next to two circular flower beds, many unnamed flowers were waiting to bloom, showing a vigorous vitality to the outside world.

The whole layout outside the door was very comfortable, and from this Al could roughly deduce that the man Professor Russell had shown him must have been of refined taste and had a unique view of beauty.

"Let's go in," Professor Russell patted Al on the back, "I'll be waiting for you in the Academy's Armed Forces." ”

"Huh, Professor, aren't you going in?"

"I still have something to do with the Anglos, so I can't accompany you," Professor Russell smiled, his eyes curved into a crescent moon, "Don't worry, I've already said hello to Elizabeth, she knows you, you just go in." ”

"Uh, Professor, why do I have a bad feeling when I look at your smile?" Professor Russell's extremely unnatural expression made Al's heart a little furious.

Professor Russell pursed his lips and didn't speak, he looked at Al with sympathy, shook his head and sighed, and then ran away with his fat body in a puff of smoke.

It's over, it's sold, that's what Al thinks at the moment. But what can I do, I can only go in hard, in the end, Professor Russell will not harm himself.

With a deep breath, Al pushed open the closed door.

The furnishings in the room really surprised Al, with barbells, punching bags, and fighting dolls, and Al thought it was his delusion at first, but when he saw the A-series badge hanging on the wall, he confirmed that he had not gone to the wrong room.

A man in a pink fighting suit was practicing jiu-jitsu, and the fighting doll on the ground was tightly locked by the man with a crossbar, and the figure looked like a woman, but her nimble movements and vigorous posture made her look much stronger than ordinary women.

"Well, hello, is Director Elizabeth here?" asked Al timidly.

"You're Al, aren't you?" the man wiped the sweat from his forehead with a towel and stood up, and despite wearing a loose martial arts uniform, he could tell that she was in good shape, "I'm Elizabeth." ”

"Uh... Hello. Al couldn't believe his ears, the head of the theory department likes martial arts?

"Why didn't Professor Russell come with you?" Elizabeth untied her headband, her slightly curly hair draped over her shoulders to make her look feminine.

The professor said he had something to do and left first. ”

"Really?" Elizabeth walked to a door on the right side of the room and beckoned to Al, "Come and talk in this room, just to meet someone." ”

"Oh. Al answered and followed.

Al stood behind Elizabeth, his head bowed a little stiffly, until the moment Elizabeth pushed the door open, Al's heart instantly accelerated as if it had been struck by lightning.

The warm sunlight shines through the window, there is a little dust floating in the air, the long dark gray hair is scattered like a waterfall, and a retro plaid dress outlines a tall figure.