At the beginning of the document, when Barton was about to add details to it, he realized that Vernal had not submitted any information.

"Do you think that with his relationship with the Foundation, he can apply for a grant with just a letter?" Barton muttered to himself, confused, after searching around the table.

He had the impression that the archaeologist was not such an arrogant person, except that he was more impatient, and in other respects he could be called a standard Rune gentleman.

Under normal circumstances, in order to apply for assistance from the "Rune Antiquities Collection and Conservation Foundation", in addition to the description of the project, you must also provide on-site photos, copies of ancient books and other information, otherwise the foundation will not be able to review and make a judgment, let alone spend a lot of gold pounds to send a team to the project site for inspection.

Of course, it is entirely possible that Evernar was so careless that he sent one or two people to contact and verify the information after seeing this letter...... Well, as a friend, I still have to do something for him...... Barton shook his head, didn't think much of it, stood up, and walked to the front of the bookshelf.

He then stretched out his right palm and ran his finger across the spine of each book to select the reference material he needed.

Eventually, he drew out a few books and periodicals, synthesized the various points of view above, and gave a detailed description of the history of the mountains under the jurisdiction of County West Velas in the documents he was about to submit:

In the field of history, there is a widely shared view:

"For a short or long time, the Solomonic Empire and the Tudor Empire coexisted on the Northern Continent, and their dividing line is probably the present-day Hornachis Mountains and the Fenerport Plateau.

"In this, the extension of the Hornachis Mountains in West Velas County is likely to be the focus of contention between the two sides......"

Barton did not endorse Vernal, but indirectly suggested by providing references that there may indeed be Quaternary remains in the mountains of West Veras County.

In this way, if it turns out that Vernal is a liar, no one will hold him responsible, because those statements are made by famous historians, and Patton only makes some excerpts, selectively.

At the end of the document, he lists his references:

"...... "A Study of the Private Historical Sources of West Velas County," Azik Eggers, Lecturer in the Department of History, Hoy University......

When he finished the document, Barton read it from the beginning, revising some of the words and sentences.

He then took the draft and went into the clerk's room next door, where he asked them to use a mechanical typewriter to produce a formal text.

- The "Rune Antiquities Collection and Conservation Foundation" has always hired a large number of female staff, from ordinary clerks at the bottom, but at least half of the vice presidents at the top are women.

Patton actually had a lot of complaints about this situation, but he couldn't object, and he didn't dare to object, so he could only choose to accept it.

Of course, he also had to admit that it was also a good thing to watch those young female clerks busy when he had to wait.

At least the colors are richer here...... Barton muttered silently as he listened to the click.

After getting the documents and signing them, he continued his work in an orderly manner as usual.

This includes, but is not limited to, preliminary review of projects, providing professional advice and gathering information, and attaching essays to certain papers of the Foundation.

The day passed quickly, and Barton left the company at six o'clock, took a horse-drawn carriage, and returned home in a little over an hour.

This is the norm in the major cities of Rune, which is why there is a popularity of afternoon tea - after lunch at 12 noon to 1 o'clock, you have to return home at 7:30 to 8 o'clock in the evening, and for such a long time, if there is no afternoon tea to fill, most people will definitely be extremely hungry.

Of course, this is limited to the middle class and above, and many poor people may only eat two meals a day, and, if possible, they must be both husband and wife, and when they get home at seven or eight o'clock, they will have to be busy preparing dinner again, rather than enjoying it themselves.

"Vernal visited you in the afternoon. Barton's wife said casually as she took off his coat and hat.

"Vernal?" Barton froze.

The archaeologist who discovered Quaternary ruins in West Velas County returned to East Chester County?

As soon as the words fell, Barton frowned and said to himself silently:

"He did forget to send the information, so he came back in person?

"No, there's no need to be so troublesome, Kingdom Post is still quite reliable.

"And, he should know that on weekends, I'm definitely at the Foundation, um, maybe I'll be sent to some site to do audits......"

Thinking of this, Barton asked:

"Where is he?"

"He only waited in your study for a quarter of an hour before leaving. Barton's wife said truthfully.

Barton asked:

"Did he say which hotel he was staying in, and when would he come back?"

Fernal, an archaeologist from East Chester County but not a resident of the capital city of Stone, has no place to live.

"He didn't say it, he looked in a hurry. Barton's wife paused and said, "Very impatient." ”

Barton touched his receding hairline, nodded lightly:

"I'll go to the study first. ”

His study is located on the second floor, with multiple bookshelves and some porcelain - he has a not-so-fanatical love for porcelain and actively collects distinctive objects.

After some searching, Barton found no notes or letters left behind by Vernal.

He quickly decided to put the matter behind him.

That's his usual rule – try not to worry about work when he gets home.

After dinner and a good time with his wife and children, Barton washed up and went to bed.

In the dead of night, he suddenly woke up and opened his eyes.

Ever since encountering danger during an archaeological expedition ten years ago, Barton has had some unusual inspirations, and has always been able to detect movements that others are not aware of, for example, someone may have to be at the door to find him, and Barton can sense whether a visitor is related to him when he first appears in the hallway.

Someone infiltrated the ...... Barton sat up sharply, his eyes wide open.

He glanced at his sleeping wife, didn't wake her up, and with a small movement turned out of bed, removing the double-barreled shotgun hanging from the wall.

After holding the gun, he gently opened the door and looked into the hallway.

It was shrouded in a thick night, and a hint of crimson illuminated the general outline of things.

Barton did not hesitate, and entered the corridor with great action, patrolling back and forth.

However, he did not find the thief who had infiltrated him.

Patton didn't turn around too confidently.

There is no trace of any room on the second floor being opened.

After thinking about it, Barton came to the door of the study, took the handle, and twisted it gently.

The door opened silently, and everything inside was immersed in darkness, like all sorts of monsters.

Pulling back the curtains, Barton examined the moonlight to make sure it was exactly as he remembered.

"It's really me who is too sensitive...... The aftermath of that nightmare yesterday?" Barton let out a sigh and walked briskly out of the study.

Behind him, the curtains that had been pulled open shook slightly, as if a wind was blowing.

The next day, Barton continued with his somewhat repetitive life:

Kissing wives and children, riding in a horse-drawn carriage, reading newspapers, making tea, reading letters......

"Hey, there's another letter from Vernal. Barton relented and opened the letter.

However, there was nothing in the letter, and the sender seemed to have forgotten to put the letter in the envelope.

"Has Vernal been suffering from amnesia lately?" Barton glanced at the envelope in his hand, and suddenly noticed that the pattern on it was a little strange.

It's a commemorative envelope.

As far as Patton knows, in Beckland and Stone, many high-end hotels provide special envelopes and stationery for their guests, which is a kind of tourist souvenir.

"Which inn is this?" Barton brought the envelope to his nose, ready to smell the scent on it, which was equally unique and recognizable.

The next second, he smelled a faint smell of blood.