Esher gave Brochette a detailed account of what he had been following Gelbold yesterday, and he had a good memory and was able to reproduce the conversation in its entirety in its entirety, omitting the fact that he had been accidentally exposed due to hallucinations. Brochette listened in silence, his expression becoming more and more difficult to read as Estheus recounted.

"So Gelbod is indeed playing a spy in the Royal Academy, and he is also in the service of two different subjects. The information transmitted was basically the same, except that the two groups of people could not share with each other for some reason, so they had to use Gelbold as a medium. In addition, there are faint attempts to disadvantage Crown Prince Plutol. Why did Gilbold get involved in this conspiracy? And who is responsible for approaching him? His father, Viscount Ivanles, must have known nothing about it, and he could not have tolerated his son in such an act that would be detrimental to the family's honor. Baranduk, are you sure you heard a woman's voice? ”

"Yes, Gal Bod seems to have deliberately curried favor with her, and offered to offer some jars of specialty honey, but was refused."

"Specialty honey?" The corners of Brosette's eyes twitched violently twice, and his already dignified features fell into the abyss of wrinkles, and he slowly leaned back in his chair, his palms covering his eyes, looking exhausted. "So that's the case, then everything makes sense." Brochette muttered to himself, as if in a dream.

"......" Eshua sat silently on the other side of the desk, while carefully observing the change in the expression of the old man in front of him, it was the first time he had seen the dean who had always laughed and scolded so out of shape. The details that didn't matter to Estheau, Brochette probably only dug up a little before the truth came out—judging by his reaction, it was probably a very impactful content.

"Baranduk, what are you sitting here?" Brochette stood up, his tone and demeanor sluggish, "You have done a good job of the task I have entrusted to you, and it is my turn to fulfill my promise." Once the two Gato horses are auctioned off, the proceeds will be converted into the best possible proportions for the supplies and armaments you need. You can go now. ”

"Well, farewell." Eshua got up, left, and closed the door. The footsteps faded away, and there was no sign of turning back, and it seemed that Luciana had gone to ask for the manuscript. Brochette picked up his quill again, intending to continue writing that had been interrupted by Eshyus. But he was clearly absent-minded, and his new handwriting grew scribbled over time, until in the end Brochette didn't even know what he was writing, lingua franca, ancient languages, Noldor elven runes, various scripts from other continents, and linguistic symbols of different civilizations overlapping side by side on the thin parchment, forming stumbling lines.

"Click"! The tip of the pen snapped, and the long-dried feather tube shattered. Brochette awoke from his unconscious, glanced at the dense parchment, crumpled it in irritation, flattened it in his palm, and then continued to knead and flatten it again until the cracks and folds on it were as dense as the old man's own face at this moment.

"The Sonata of the Dragon and the Falcon, as it is...... Brochette whispered, "and who else would be the disturbing and unpredictable noise?" ”

……

When Estheus found Luciana, she was in a cramped cubicle, with her head buried in a thick stack of documents, constantly circling them with a pen, and occasionally adding large paragraphs of dense annotations in subtle font between the gaps. She didn't notice Essho's approach at all, but was so absorbed in her own world that when her thoughts were blocked, she would raise her quill in distress and scratch her cheek with the bird feather at the end. There are quite a few compartments in the north area, and if it weren't for the fact that Luciana's door here was open, and the sound of writing was particularly loud in the ashram, it would have been hard to find for a while.

Eshua stood beside her for a moment, raised his hand and tapped lightly on the table: "I have something to look for you." ”

"There's no time." Luciana replied quickly, as if forming an instinctive reaction, and then she recognized the person from the voice, and looked up in surprise, "Why you?" ”

Essho didn't reply, but glanced around to make sure that no one was paying attention to the movement, and handed over Brochette's edict. Luciana took it and glanced at it, frowning her slender eyebrows: "The dean gave it to me for safekeeping, but I can't carry it with me." And why do you want the original manuscript, if you want to know the specific content of the prophecy, the dean or I will dictate it to you? ”

"I'd rather read it myself."

"What a man you are! I like to go through a lot of twists and turns, and I have to involve others together. Luciana grabbed the quill, probably trying to stab it on Esher in a fit of rage. She was already on the verge of a seizure, but when she rolled her eyes smartly, her expression changed to a sly smile with bad intentions, "It's okay to show you, but you have to tell me the reason first." The dean's letter did not say that I had to be free of charge. As soon as she finished speaking, she suddenly poked her head out of the cubicle alertly and looked around. There are few visits in the North Quarter, and scholars who are qualified to occupy a booth to write articles are mostly teaching as instructors during this time. But since the topic involves the manuscript of Madigan's "Long Prophetic Poem", it seems that it is not suitable to be developed in such a hurry and without people. Luciana thought for a moment, motioning for Estheu to stand in the cubicle while she crouched down on the table. But she soon began to regret her rash decision. The cubicle was already small, and it was reluctant to accommodate one person and one table, that is, Luciana was petite so that she would not feel restrained. But as soon as you squeeze in another person and close the door, the space immediately looks precarious. Although both Esher and Luciana were trying to keep their distance so as not to make unnecessary and embarrassing physical contact, their heads were inevitably close together, so that their cheeks could clearly feel the rhythmic warm air flow of each other's breathing, and as soon as their eyes met, they could immediately see their own shadows in their pupils.

Luciana's face turned red, she coughed twice in embarrassment, and turned her head: "This is a normal physiological reaction, this is the first time I have been in contact with a person of the opposite sex so closely." ”

"Is this necessary?" Estheu's expression was also a little unnatural, and he wanted to lean back, but the wooden board behind him that served as the wall of the compartment had already begun to produce dangerous deformations due to his force, and could be overturned at any time, so he had to reluctantly give up this attempt.

"Good soundproofing. Less nonsense, quick answers. Luciana rubbed her earlobe.

“…… I have something I want to confirm. Esher said.

"Such perfunctory rhetoric can't convince me, specifically, what are the things?"

"I want to know what I'm doing in the future."

"This ...... Poof! Luciana's eyes widened, and for a moment she probably wanted to laugh out loud, but she was afraid of appearance, so she quickly covered her mouth with her hands and struggled to hold back, but the smile was already rippling between her eyebrows, and even her body was trembling slightly, "As a child of prophecy, you actually want to seek guidance from the psalms that tell you about your deeds, so that you know what to do next?" ”

"Can't you?"

"There doesn't seem to be a precedent for impossibility - ouch!" Luciana finally couldn't help it, and leaned back and laughed as she spoke, but she forgot that she was half-squatting on the small wooden table in the cubicle, her center of gravity was already unstable, and she accidentally lost her balance and fell forward. Eshua reacted quickly, opened the wooden door with his shoulders across his shoulders, and stepped out of the compartment with his sideways, supporting Luciana with both hands to help her stand on the ground.

"It's dangerous, it's dangerous." Luciana combed her messy bangs and was shocked, "Okay, although I'm still not satisfied with your answer, but for the sake of you not letting me kowtow on my forehead, I'll take you to see it." ”