At the end of August, the campus of the State University of Eggsburg was about to start, and the campus was full of busy workers, busy mowing the lawns that had not been taken care of during the summer vacation.

Shiny brass buttons, black bow tie, paired with a lace white shirt and a prototype hat. Annick also brought along the cane he bought with a lot of money.

Naturally, he was dressed so formally to show off his mentor, the legendary saint, and probably his father's old boss, Mr. Russell.

The last time I asked for a letter of introduction from my mentor, it was strange. It was not surprising that the younger brother of the current prime minister of the kingdom knew about extraordinary people, but it was a bit strange that my mentor seemed to know his old man. Now that I think about it, most of the care he gave me was because of his father.

of affection.

Walking to the familiar office building of the School of Liberal Arts, the old man was still in the reception room at the door. Professor Leopold from the History Department was stopped by him last time.

"Excuse me sir, is Professor Russell from the School of Liberal Arts here?"

The old security guard put down the newspaper and stuck his head out to take a closer look at Annick.

"You are the new assistant coach? Why have I never seen someone like you before?"

It seems that people are still judged by their clothes. Last time I was regarded as a student if I dressed more casually. This old security guard only judges people by their clothes.

"Well, I am a graduate of Professor Russell, and I am here to visit the professor this time."

"Oh, wait a minute, sign the registration form."

Annick had no choice but to fill out a registration form as required, and also noticed that Director Ron also came to visit his mentor a few days ago.

"Okay, let's go in. But the professor should be in a meeting. You can go to the conference room on the first floor and wait."

The meeting on the first floor is at the very back straight from the entrance, and the door is ajar.

There were also the sounds of meetings inside, and you could vaguely hear this year's budget and enrollment plan.

The one with the loudest voice is the current dean, a grumpy old man who will retire next year if nothing else happens. His mentor should be the dean’s successor.

"Meow, meow."

A chubby cat ran in around the corner, with a round head and a strong chin. Its whole body was covered with gray and black down, and its brown eyes had black pupils in the middle. Judging from the appearance, it should be the most common short-tailed cat.

This cat is not afraid of people either. When he saw Annick sitting on the bench in front of the conference room, he ran up to him. "What, do you want to be petted?"

I picked up the fat guy and it was heavier than I expected. The cat was also polite, and after holding it on his lap, he sat down on Annick's lap.

"Here, let me try my cat petting skills."

Annick put his hand gently on its chin, and then gently tickled it with his fingertips upward.

The fat cat seemed to enjoy this process. He not only closed his eyes, but also opened his mouth slightly and stretched his neck.

Since being suspended at home for a few days, Annick has been doing nothing all day long. It wasn't until he remembered that Harvey was arrested for assassinating his mentor nine years ago that he wanted to pay a visit.

"What are you doing here?" Annick was so focused on petting the cat that he forgot about the time until a familiar baritone voice woke him up.

"Lying the cat, I'm waiting for you, tutor."

This male voice is his mentor, and the lengthy meeting is over.

"Boy, you take good care of my potatoes." The tall old man with a white beard standing next to the instructor is the dean.

"Sorry, Dean, I will return your treasure to you now."

"Okay, I won't say anything if you master and disciple have something to discuss. Come on, let's go home." Sha Mao followed the dean and left the office building.

"Let's go up and talk. I probably know about you."

Annick took the instructor's briefcase naturally, probably forming muscle memory.

Returning to the instructor's office on the second floor, everything was as usual here, except for books and tea sets. It was completely impossible to tell that the fifty-year-old man in front of him was an extraordinary being, even just one step away from being a demigod.

"Ron has told me about your operation of the kidnapping case at Sol's house. If a good person does it, there is no problem, but you are a policeman, and the police must act in accordance with regulations and legal principles."

The instructor hung up his coat and sat on the chair behind his desk, while Annick stood obediently by the wall like a child being scolded by his elders.

"Sit down, but at least you have no evil intentions and your moral bottom line is always there. This is why you came to me."

Mr. Russell dug out two forms in the drawer and handed them to Annick.

"Elizabeth Scholarship Foundation application form, tutor, what is this?" The tutor must have made a mistake.

"Didn't you come to school for your two younger sisters? This is a new scholarship established by the Kingdom's Ministry of Education this year to support outstanding female students in the name of the King's little princess."

"Ah, I'm not here for this, but since I have such a good opportunity, I can't let it go."

By chance, if I have the opportunity to attend the National University of Eggsburg, I will definitely give it a try.

"The bursary is fifty pounds per person per year, and the requirement is that the top ten female students in the entrance examination must also have the recommendation of an in-service professor and an outstanding graduate representative."

"Where can I find recommendations for outstanding graduates?" Annick was a bit confused. With his status, he couldn't get the title of outstanding graduate.

"Just ask Ron. If you give him a little less work, he will probably be happy to sign it for you." The instructor still said ruthlessly.

"Okay, by the way, instructor, I'm here today to ask you some questions."

Mr. Russell took out his pipe, lit it and said lightly.

"I should have kept you by my side as an assistant coach from the beginning. Tell me what secrets I found."

"The mentor is very strong, right? He and my father used to be superiors and subordinates?" Annick asked tentatively.

"Saw it in Harvey's file?"

"Yes."

After saying that, Annick took out the blood-devouring handful and handed it over. The blood-devouring handful had absorbed enough magic power but was not so sharp, and the gray appearance looked covered in dust.

"Old friend, this knife left a scar on me." Mr. Russell picked up the blood, carefully played with it, and then pointed at his heart.

"Then how did you survive?"

"Since you are an extraordinary person, you should know that the spirit body of a saint can leave the physical body. Before I fought the last war, I was ranked as a spirit person. I was promoted between life and death in the last battle, and then I never reported it."

"So Harvey, or the Cross of the Rose Society behind him, didn't know that you had advanced, so the assassination failed?"

"I guess that's it, you already know about the Cross Rose?"

"On my last vacation, I encountered an arms dealer who was murdered. He was from Cross Rose, and Harvey has already encountered him twice this time."
Chapter completed!