The morning sun slanted into the window at a graceful angle, warming Colin's back.

He reached out and took a sip of the teacup on the table in front of him, frowning slightly.

The tea grown in the Antler Islands was then taken to the Western Continent through the "advanced" roasting process to make the cup of Aoduo black tea in front of you.

Because of the long distance and the expense of the carriage and horses, this kind of tea, which was not very good in Colin's opinion, was sold for 5 gold lang and 1 pound. Making such a pot of tea is worth half a year's salary for the workers in the alchemy workshop.

The coffee in this world is not bad, but the tea is too far behind, but after all, he is more accustomed to drinking tea, even if it is this "inferior" tea.

The bad mood because of the tea was quickly soothed by another thing.

Veronica's letter finally arrives at the Twilight Fortress for the first time in the Western Continent.

The principle of the Warcraft messenger is roughly the same as that of the carrier pigeon. Therefore, after Veronica arrived in the Duchy of Osteria on the Western Continent and settled down, she brought the messenger of the fortress over, back and forth, and tossed for nearly a year.

Only a few spiritual messengers have special abilities. For example, the colored magpie of the senior sister.

It can find its target by scent, but only within a certain range, and if it flies from Thunder City to Winter's Fortress, the magpie will probably have to fan its wings and smoke.

But that didn't stop Tessa from sending letters.

The senior sister specially raised a red-tailed eagle for this purpose, trained for more than half a year, and finally communicated with the little junior brother again.

From then on, Colin received letters from his sister twice in three days, often saying "Mrs. Muller has made salty food today", "The teacher has gone to the palace today", "The weeds in the garden have grown again", "The junior brother must eat on time", "The junior brother should change his clothes frequently", and so on.

If the red-tailed eagle had the intelligence to know that he was delivering such a boring letter every time, he would probably die in a headlong crash.

Of course, couriers don't have to fly Warcraft.

It is said that there is a great magician in the Blue Alliance, who raised a minotaur as a messenger. Every time a letter was delivered, the two-tall minotaur ran wildly down the street, raising a cloud of smoke and dust, scaring the people around him half to death, but never knocking over a table.

Compared to his sister's almost "harassing" letter, Colin was obviously more excited about receiving Veronica's letter.

Veronica, who is on a state visit as ambassador to Tulum, has also been busy during this time.

First of all, the Duchy of Osteria was hit by a hurricane that had not been seen in a century, which caused the trip to be blocked, and after arriving, it was found that the teacher Blanche was terminally ill, and as a disciple, she was obliged to stay and take care of one or two, plus a series of official activities, at first she couldn't even spare time to write letters.

However, as a country of music in the Western Continent and even the world, Veronica's time in Osteria was generally pleasant, and she listed in detail all the concert halls and places of interest she had visited in her letters, plus a lot of background introductions, and a good love letter, most of which turned out to be travel guides, and at the end, she poured out her thoughts in a small space.

Colin was very dissatisfied with Veronica's behavior of "talking about work first, then music, and then feelings".

He unfolded the latest batch of improved paper made by the alchemy workshop, picked up the quill, smiled slightly, and wrote:

"Dear Veronica, it is a pleasure to receive your letter, I have recently learned some new knowledge of Laxiri's subject of the fourth conjecture of the α surface domain, and I am eager to share with you that it is well known that for the function y=f(x), if there is a constant T that is not zero...... Therefore, I would venture to assume that there must be at least one ...... in the positive value part of the aeta function Combined with the above, although the correctness of the fourth conjecture cannot be fully proved, it can undoubtedly determine the universality of the positive interval of its inverse function......

“……

"That's my reasoning, and I know that the Duchy of Osteria is a great deal of mathematics and elemental theory, and it would be a great honor to have an authority to verify this process for me."

After Colin finished writing, he picked up the letter and read it several times, laughing evilly.

Then he folded the letter and picked up another piece of paper.

"Dear Veronica, please don't be upset after reading the last letter, because that's how I feel when I listen to your music, and I may have seen it for a long time, but I still have to confess to you that I'm not very interested in art......

"I'm in my second winter at the Twilight Fortress, and it's cold in the castle......

"It's frustrating not being able to meet you on time, but this frustration has prompted me to come up with a bold idea, and if it succeeds, maybe we can meet sooner......

"Finally, the winter in Osteria is equally cold, may my faith sleep with you......"

Because of the superiority of the paper, Colin's reply was sprinkled, several times longer than Veronica's.

I don't know if the Youjin Chamber of Commerce has done business in the Duchy of Osteria.

He rolled up the letter and stuffed it into the seal, ready to go outside to the terrace to hand it to the griffon, and if it went well, the two letters would reach Veronica's hand in seven days, and the same distance, if it was a carriage, would take about two months.

Sending letters on griffins is a luxury, but for the unmarried couple of Colin, the price of romance is more than affordable.

Before he could stand up, however, there was a knock on the door to the study.

Roderick walked in, covered in armor.

"My lord, I caught two fine workers."

"Huh?"

Colin didn't react for a moment.

The castle, which has been quiet for more than a year, is still lively, and it is both guests and meticulous work.

"Now I'm locked up, and after a preliminary interrogation, I said that Baron Willie sent it." Roderick Road.

"Baron Willie?"

Colin remembered the name for a moment.

One of the four minor lords under Shaya.

I owe Colin a lot of guys who don't pay it.

There are four noble lords under a duchi, three of whom are only barons, and they owe him tributes, and it is difficult for Colin not to remember them.

"Did you say what you came for?" Colin wasn't too reassured.

"They won't explain, saying they have to see you in person before they speak."

"How did you catch it?" Colin asked.

"Actually, Mr. Harvey caught it and gave it to us, it seems that they went to the shops in the city to steal ......things," Roderick's usual serious face couldn't help but smile, and the word "hands" accentuated his tone.

"......" Colin was rather speechless, is this a spy or a thief?

But on the other hand, old Harvey looks old and pale, but he is still a hidden master?

(End of chapter)