"Al, are you still used to living in the new dormitory?" The elegant oak door was pushed open from the outside, and Professor Russell, dressed in a suit, walked in.

When Professor Russell walked into the room, Al was looking out the window in a daze, the cedar trees were gently swaying in the morning breeze, and the breakfast on the table in front of the window was half eaten, and there was still a glass of milk that had not been drunk a few sips, and it was estimated that it had cooled.

"Professor Russell, are you here?" Al came back to his senses, picked up the sandwich on his plate and took a bite, feeling that it didn't taste good.

"What, isn't Little Snow here?" Professor Russell looked around the room, where Snow's bed had been cleaned up, leaving Al alone in the bedroom.

"Snow ran out early in the morning, and he didn't even have time to eat breakfast, do you have something to do with him?" Al closed the window absentmindedly, and the rain all night made his nose a little uncomfortable, as if he had a cold.

"No, I'm not here for Snow," Professor Russell walked over to Al and sat down, "I'm here for you." ”

"Me?" Al looked at Professor Russell with a serious expression, he seemed to have guessed the reason why Professor Russell came to him early in the morning, "Professor, you are here for last night's incident, right?"

"That's right, tell me, why did you leave the Diamond Auditorium and brave the torrential rain to run to the teaching area of Department B?"

Professor Russell placed a large cardboard box in his hand on the table and opened the lid, inside was the dress that Al had worn last night, the one Professor Russell had given him. Al remembers leaving it on Max's carriage last night, and now it was ironed without a single wrinkle, neatly in a cardboard box.

"It was sent early in the morning by the servants of the Garcia family. Professor Russell looked at Al with some confusion, as if to say how you got involved with the Garcia family.

"Professor Russell, what happened last night is like this, the Diamond Auditorium is not suitable for me, I think it is too boring, so I accompanied Senior Brother Li Shiyi to walk around the academy to breathe. Al scratched his head, "It's just that I met Max again, and that's all, as for the clothes, they were soaked in the rainstorm, so I changed into Max's clothes in the carriage again." ”

"Really?" Professor Russell looked at Al in disbelief, "Then why weren't all the entrances to the B-Department teaching area allowed to enter at will last night? ”

"Huh?" Al's mouth almost fell to the ground, now he knew why Snow was able to find him so easily, it seems that this little clever ghost must have used "Spiritual Thoughts" on the students guarding the road, this seemingly ignorant and cute child has learned badly, and will have to be trained well in the future.

"By the way, we seem to have seen a particularly large tornado," Professor Russell recalled, gesturing with his fingers.

"Well, my dear Professor Russell, I really didn't lie to you," Al didn't let Professor Russell continue, his face full of smiles, "how could your dear student lie to you?"

With that, Al walked behind Professor Russell and pressed his shoulder.

"Oh, oh, be light," Professor Russell screamed, "I want to live two more years." ”

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, hehe," Al smiled sheepishly, "It's too strong." ”

"Okay, Al, it's okay if you don't want to say it, I won't force you," Professor Russell hurriedly waved his hand and motioned for Al to come forward, "Actually, I came to you this time for something more important. ”

You say. ”

Professor Russell looked out the window at the thriving life, which had become more resilient and enthusiastic after the heavy rain, the green grass broke through the cage of the earth, and the young leaves climbed up the branches again.

Professor Russell pondered for a moment, and then he picked up the glass of milk.

"Professor, do you want milk? I'll go and warm it up for you, this cup might be cold. ”

"No, I wanted to ask you a question. Al, what's the difference between Snow's cup of milk and yours?" Professor Russell looked at Al with deep meaning.

"Difference?" Al narrowed his eyes and carefully compared the two glasses of milk, as if there was no difference, he didn't know what medicine was sold in Professor Russell's gourd, "It looks exactly the same, isn't it from the same cow?"

"Uh... The brain hole is not that big, take a closer look. ”

Al put the two glasses of milk together, stared at them for a moment, and then shook his head helplessly.

"Professor Russell, I really don't see any difference, so don't sell it to me. ”

"Milk is not the same volume. ”

"Oh! yes!" Al snapped back, his glass of milk had been taken twice before, and it was indeed less than Snow's, "but what does that mean?"

"You and Snow are both superpowers, which means that your abilities are like this cup, the volume is the same, but the volume does not mean that the volume of the liquid in the cup is the same. ”

Professor Russell slowly poured Snow's glass of milk into Al's cup, almost overflowing before stopping.

"If the abilities of the supernatural are not developed, they are no different from ordinary people, but if they pay attention to the cultivation of the acquired ones, then they can change from quantitative to qualitative changes. ”

Professor Russell continued pouring milk into Al's cup until it overflowed onto the table.

"Now, the whole room belongs to the volume of cups," Professor Russell pushed open the window, and a cool breeze blew in, "and when milk fills this room, then the world outside the window becomes the volume of cups." ”

"El, do you know what I mean?"

"Does the professor mean that I am going to keep improving myself and exploiting my abilities?" replied Al, as if he didn't understand.

"Yes, there is no end to the development of ability, as long as you are willing to work hard, there are infinite possibilities," Professor Russell patted Al on the shoulder, with hope in his eyes, "Those who work hard may fail, but they will never lose." ”

Professor Russell's palms were warm, and Al could feel the warm current flowing from his shoulders into his heart.

"Professor, I see. Al bit his lip, he felt Professor Russell's earnest hope, the feeling of being valued he had experienced before, from the middle-aged man who had struck iron.

"Alright, Al, clean up and take you to meet someone later," Professor Russell wiped the table with a rag and put the milk cup back in place, "someone who can help you grow." ”

"Who are you seeing?" Al quickly nibbled on two bites of his sandwich before he realized he was a little hungry.

"Elizabeth, Head of Department A. ”

The management department of the Imperial Military Academy is set up in the edge of the teaching area of the A department, and is mainly responsible for student management and public facilities in normal times.

The Office of the Minister of Management is located in a small two-storey building next to the main office building, and is said to have been established temporarily by the current Minister after taking office.

At this moment, there was only an incandescent lamp on in the dimly lit room of the office, and the light fell on the back of the middle-aged man directly below, and a pool of shadows flowed freely on the floor.

The head of the management department, Hook, looked sad and seemed to have a lot on his mind, he looked at the map of the empire spread out on his desk, his eyes were cloudy, especially the area where the Green Valley defense line was located was marked by him several times.

"Hey," Hook sighed hard, then grabbed the map, crumpled it hard, and threw it into the paper basket in the corner of the room, "Did I think too much?"

The fire flickered, and Hook turned his back, a lit cigar between his fingers.

"Minister Hook doesn't seem to be in a good mood. ”

"Who?!" Hook was about to taste this aged and precious cigar, when he heard someone else's voice behind him, and he was obviously the only one in the room.

On the sofa at the end of the square table sat a figure, wearing a gray top hat, and the whole person was covered in a gray trench coat.

"Zeta, how did you get in?!" Hook asked, apparently knowing the man in gray in front of him, "Didn't I tell you to come back in the evening?"

"You think it's hard for me to come to your office, don't you? I don't have time tonight, so I'll talk about it now. Zeta's gloved hand tapped rhythmically on the table, while her other hand played with a black feather that looked like a crow feather.

"Zeta, you're too self-disciplined!What if someone finds out I'm having a relationship with the raven?" Zeta's dismissive attitude made Hook angry, and he had endured it once before.

"Minister, if you continue to speak so loudly, I think it will be easier to be discovered," Zeta pressed the brim of her hat, "you have ten minutes left, I'm busy." ”

Hook took two puffs of his cigar, suppressing the anger in his heart, trying to keep himself sane, after all, it was more important to understand his doubts.

"Zeta, I have something I want to ask you, I want you to help me check someone. ”

"Oh, Minister Hook still wants to believe me? After all, I didn't handle the last time. Zeta stood up and walked slowly into the light.

"It has nothing to do with that," Hook cleared his throat and lowered his voice, "I don't want to worry about that broken box in the first place, it doesn't matter if something is lost, it won't bother me." ”

"Hehe," Zeta chuckled, white teeth showing at the corners of her mouth, "for a sensible customer like you, Raven is more than happy to serve you. ”

"Alright, don't talk to me about these fancy polite words," Hook walked briskly to the door, and only spoke in a soft voice after making sure no one was passing by the door, "I want you to help me find out a man named Newcastle." ”

After hearing Hook's words, Zeta stopped playing with the feathers, and his eyes shot at Hook fiercely, seeing that Hook had some hair.

"What, it's difficult?"

"Tell me why," Zeta narrowed her gaze and walked over to an oil painting, "Raven is not the kind of organization that only does stupid things. ”

"This—" Hook hesitated, seemingly a little overwhelmed by Zeta's questioning.

The smoke of the cigar swirled in the air, and after a few minutes Hook finally made his decision.

"Today, the Valhalla administrators found a bouquet of flowers in front of a man's memorial statue, a flower unique to the Green Valley Forest. At this, Hook's voice began to distort, as if he was afraid of something.

Zeta looked at the painting, and the scene of Dragon Quest was vividly depicted, but Zeta still frowned, because it seemed that someone had deliberately poked a hole in the painting, destroying the integrity of the painting.

"Whose memorial portrait?" Zeta snapped back the piece of paper that had been trapped in.

Hook's breathing became scrambled, and Zeta couldn't make out his facial expression with her back to Hook.

It took a long time for Hook to speak in a trembling voice: "Former Green Valley Defense Line Sergeant Major, Panson Young. ”