The next morning, Saul drove to Columbia University again. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

He didn't sit in his room last night and wait for daylight to fall, but through an internet search, Thor quickly learned the identity of the person he had marked during the day.

He recognized one of them on Columbia's campus network as the associate dean of the School of Applied Sciences, which made Saul secretly happy and vaguely have a plan.

As the car drove through the streets and alleys where the scenery had become more familiar, Thor silently looked out the window, inexplicably missing the scenery of the deserted corner.

Although there are not so many tall, large, magnificent buildings and facilities, and there are no cars running around the streets, it always makes Thor feel at ease and calm.

Here, Thor felt like a clockwork puppet urged to move forward, not free for a moment.

"Get all of this over and go back to Wotan. Saul thought to himself, and not long after, he and Mark were once again at Columbia University.

As before, Thor left the car alone and walked into the campus, where he could easily find the person he was looking for through the Psychic Imprint, such as the Vice Dean who had only been identified last night, Roswell McClair.

Through induction, Thor noticed that Roswell was staying in an office building at the moment, not too far from his location, so he quickened his pace slightly, and with a smile, Thor walked there.

In a few moments, he came to a tall building eight or nine stories high, decorated with transparent glass, where people came and went, both students and teachers who looked very old.

Thor was not conspicuous, and he walked in unhindered.

Riding in the elevator, Thor kept fiddling with his fingers, not because he was uneasy, but just a habitual action when thinking, and the main consciousness of his brain was still focused on the vice president of Roswell.

All the way to the seventh floor, the people who also took the elevator looked at Saul with a hint of confusion in their eyes, that was because most of the administrative offices on this floor were administrative offices, and it was rare to see student unions coming here, and Saul was a new face.

But perhaps it was Thor's unhesitating and determined steps that confused them, and no one asked any extra questions, so Thor got off the elevator and headed straight down the corridor to the right, and after turning two corners, finally stopped in front of a carved mahogany door.

He stretched out his hand and gently pushed the door open, and inside was a very large room, and a white man with gray hair, but still neatly combed, was sitting behind his desk, he wore glasses, he did not look old at all, he looked like he was forty years old at most, and he was sitting at his desk and did not know what to change.

Thor seemed a little surprised to come in suddenly, and he quickly asked:

"I think you should knock on the door before you come in, sir—"

Thor casually looked at the spacious, bright room, and made a smack sound, as if pleased with the layout of the room.

He soon came to the desk, didn't speak, pulled over casually, sat on it, turned around, and then stared straight at the man opposite, smiled lightly at the corner of his mouth:

"Professor Maxwell, right? ”

Maxwell was a smart man, and he soon sensed that something was wrong, and the person in front of him was not a Columbia student, but no student would look like this when he met his professor.

So he reached for the phone on the table, and as if he were doing something, he said to Saul:

"It's really rude for you to do this, sir, maybe I should sign you up for an elective course on daily etiquette. ”

At the same time, he quietly dialed the security guard.

But this was immediately recognized by Saul, he grabbed the receiver of the phone, and under Maxwell's shocked eyes, he slammed it on the telephone, and then a sneering smile appeared on his face, and he stared at the other party's eyes in an incomprehensible tone and said:

"It's not a good habit to be sneaky, Vice Dean—"

"Who the hell are you? Realizing that the person who came was not good, this made Maxwell slightly panicked, and after a flash of panic in his eyes, he frowned, spread his hands and lay them flat on the desk, looked at Saul with some strange looks and asked:

"It's not going to be a prank, you know it's not as fun as it seems, and my students don't think they're going to do such boring things. ”

Thor stood up, sat down on his desk, put his head close to Professor Maxwell, his eyes closer to him, reached out and grabbed the collar of his shirt and said:

"It's certainly not a prank, sir, and I don't have that kind of idle time. ”

He smiled narrowly, and although he said that it was not a prank, he showed a smug expression that only pranks can be shown, and said in a strange tone:

"I just hope you'll send an invitation to your colleagues, those wonderful lecturers and professors, to come to my little house in Brooklyn for an academic research gathering. ”

Maxwell only felt as if he was having some kind of strange dream, and he even suspected that he might have fallen asleep while working on his daily office paperwork to experience such a strange thing.

A young student-like boy suddenly walked into his office, grabbed him by the collar and told him that he wanted to invite other professors to have an academic research party?

It was even more outrageous than a myth, and Maxwell secretly pinched the back of his right hand, until the pain came so clearly that he had to believe that it was all real.

But he couldn't help but confirm it again:

"What did you say?"

Thor laughed, not the slightest impatient, but staring at Maxwell without blinking, repeating what he had just said.

Maxwell almost didn't burst out laughing, he was already looking around for the camera hidden in the middle of nowhere, even though he thought his students weren't going back to do all the boring pranks.

But I have to admit that I am older, and it is true that sometimes I can't guess what young people think, and everything in front of me is undoubtedly a prank.

But just as he was about to smile and push away Thor, who had climbed onto his desk, he found that his body had become sluggish, and he was a little disobedient to him.

In the last second, he was still thinking that these young people might always come up with some interesting ideas, but this time it was a little unboundary, and they went a little too far, maybe he should really teach them what etiquette is.

But in the next second, he unconsciously opened his mouth and read after Saul:

"Invite my colleagues to come to your Brooklyn mansion tonight for an academic research gathering, and by any means we will try to make sure that everyone on your list is there......"

"Oh my God, what the hell am I talking about!" Maxwell cried out silently, looking at his uncontrolled body in horror and despair as if out of his body.

Thor raised the corners of his mouth and a happy smile on his face.