After more than an hour, Donner came out of the break room, pointed to the article and asked, "President William...... Can you get in touch with the author of this article, Austin Water?"

All authors who publish articles in the association's journals will leave a mailing address. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info this article was sent out...... "William glanced at the date on the cover of the publication," ...... Four years, hmm...... Then you'll find it!"

Sure enough, a few minutes later, the staff of the association copied an address and came over.

"Very well, Lord Duke, Mr. Austin is in Coennas...... Well, it's in the downtown ......" President William seemed a little surprised when he saw the detailed address, looked up at Donner with an inquiring eye, and said, "I'm going to invite him over?"

"Let's go together...... Donner didn't care about the difference between going up and down.

......

The Lower and Upper Cities of Coenas are separated by a river, but they are two very different worlds.

The streets of the upper town are neat, there are blooming flowers everywhere, and the people are well-dressed and in good spirits.

Downtown ...... Well, with the exception of the narrow strip along the Boer River, which was uniformly planted with lawns and trees for the view of the Upper Town, and tended to be kept by special personnel, the rest was the opposite of the Uptown: the streets were full of sewage and foul smells, and the buildings and people were dusty as far as the eye could see.

Downer was led by President William and a young man who knew the Lower Town well as he walked through the cramped streets, and from time to time there were poor men with nervous faces, who glanced at them secretly and bowed their heads carefully.

At the mouth of an inconspicuous alley, the young man leading the way stopped, seemed to think that the alley was too dirty to enter, and stood in place and shouted into the alley: "Austin! Is Austin Wharton here?"

A dirty child, whose face had not even wiped his nose clean, came out of the alley, glanced at the young man who was shouting, raised his head with a smile and shouted upstairs: "Your Majesty!

"Your Majesty, what do you mean?" asked President William to the young man leading the way.

The young man glanced nervously at the two noble lords, not knowing how to answer.

Donner, who came from a commoner background, knew what these tricks meant, and reminded softly: "Homophony......"

It dawned on President William that Austin's name sounded similar to that of Emperor Auston. He shook his head with a smile on his face, no one would dare to make such a joke if he was in Uptown.

The three of them waited at the entrance of the alley for a while, but no one answered, but a tall and thin man in his thirties, with his head down, walked out of the alley silently, passing by Donner and the others, followed by a woman of about the same age.

Donner saw that the tall and thin man, though he was dressed in coarse cloth, was very clean, unlike most people in the lower city, and was about to call out to stop the man.

I heard President William shout at the man first, "Austin, where are you going?"

The tall and thin man heard William shouting at him, and instead of stopping, he turned from a fast walk to a run, and the woman behind him also ran low and high in the potholed street with her skirt in her hand.

President William was so anxious that he shouted, "I'm the president of the Naturalist Society!

The tall and thin man was just showing signs of stopping, when the woman behind him yelled "It's a lie!" and quickly ran again.

However, before the two of them could run far, they were wrapped around their waists by the green vines that came out of nowhere, and they were dragged to a halt in place.

Seeing Donner and his party slowly walking over, the woman couldn't help crying, "You can't beat him...... He was a nobleman...... He's a nobleman!"

"Who said we're going to hit him?" Donner asked with a laugh. It was only then that he could see the appearance of the two men clearly, the man had a thin face, his black hair was half white, and the woman who was crying was dressed and temperamental.

"You ...... Is it really from the Naturalist Society?" asked the tall and thin man timidly.

President William touched his chest pocket, took out a badge of the Naturalist Society, and handed it to the man.

"Is there really such an association?" The woman, who was still crying just now, immediately stopped crying and looked at the delicately made badge, her face full of incredulity.

"I'm really telling you the joke......" said the tall and lanky man, handing William back the badge with a look of shame.

Donner's hands shook slightly, and the vines wrapped around the two of them's waists immediately dissipated into ashes.

"Let's go......" he said with a smile, "take us to see your lab...... If you have a laboratory. ”

......

Austin Wharton does have a laboratory.

At the end of the alley, in an attic that barely straightened up, there were all sorts of metals, each of which was a tiny tiny, cleanly polished, neatly arranged on wooden shelves, covered with white-washed cotton cloth.

On the table on the other side facing the attic skylight were a variety of simple laboratory instruments, many of which looked very old, but it was evident that all of them were in excellent condition.

Donner didn't touch any of the utensils, just glanced at them one by one with his eyes, and President William looked at it with amazement, and Austin, the owner of the laboratory, had a complicated look on his face that was both a little smug and a little bitter.

The woman in Austin stood on the stairs leading to the attic, watching the three men all bent over strangely (the attic was too short to straighten up), wondering what was so nice about these things.

"Mr. Austin...... Are you really a nobleman?" Donner turned cautiously.

"He's a baron!" replied the woman preemptively.

"Then you must have spent all your income here, right?" asked Donner with a smile.

Austin nodded awkwardly.

"I'm relieved to see this lab......" Donner nodded in satisfaction.

Austin looked confused.

But President William had already guessed the meaning of this sentence, and he smiled and patted Austin on the shoulder: "Congratulations Austin, I think the Duke is going to give you a laboratory, a real laboratory!"

"Really, sir, is this true?" Austin looked at Donner in disbelief.

"No ......," Donner shook his head slightly.

Austin's expression inevitably frustrated, as if great luck had passed him, but in the end it did not fall.

Even William couldn't figure out what Donner meant.

It was only then that Donner slowly spoke his thoughts: "What I'm going to give you is not a laboratory, but a school city!"

"School City?"

In the tiny attic of the lower town of Coennas, all three listeners were stunned when Donner spoke his decision.

(Ask for a monthly pass!Ask for a recommended ticket!) (To be continued.) )