Looking at the serious little girl in front of him, Fan Ning couldn't help but smile: "Xilan, tell me."
"Have you become a wise person, someone like my sister's piano teacher?"
"Yes." Fan Ning told the truth.
Then he smiled again: "I'll take you to school."
"I want to go with you." Xilan raised his smooth little chin.
"We made an agreement recently." Fan Ning responded, "After evening classes, I will come to pick you up at the door. You need to explain to the teacher that you are not living on campus recently. They have always been tolerant of outstanding students."
"No, I mean, I also want to go to my sister's teacher, and I also want to become a knowledgeable person like you." Sheeran snorted and took a step forward, "Caron, are you pretending to be stupid on purpose?
ah."
"Sheeran, I personally don't recommend it." Fan Ning took a step back, "Because that's different from what you think. You must think that with the ability to call on invisible power, you can fight against danger, but in fact that is a mystery.
In a dangerous and chaotic field, sometimes you will die without even understanding what the danger is. The proportion of knowledgeable people who have unfortunate endings is much higher than that of the general population."
Sheeran's eyes were wandering: "Caron, you are wrong in this calculation. Most of the ordinary people have not encountered mysterious events. The base number is too large, so the probability of encountering an unfortunate ending is low. But we have already encountered it. It has already happened."
It’s the part with a small base.”
Little girl, what you said makes sense.
Fan Ning was speechless for a moment.
Sheeran continued seriously: "Although curiosity killed the cat, I feel that if you have been unfortunately exposed to a mystery, it is better to cover your eyes and actively seek knowledge. No matter how chaotic and unknowable that field is, at least you must control your destiny in your own hands.
"
She took another step forward: "It's true that I was scared last night, but I really want to help you. Although I don't understand many situations, I know that we were in danger several times."
Feeling the gentle exhalation, Fan Ning did not step back this time, he began to face this problem squarely.
Indeed, although Xilan is still young and fragile, she always has her own thoughts and opinions. Since she seriously raises her inner appeal, she must at least take it seriously and answer it.
"Sheeran, to tell you the truth, my main concern is that I still don't understand many things about the Knower, so I can't evaluate the pros and cons of taking you on this path. But I promise you
, after I figure out some things, I will have a serious talk with you soon, how about it?"
"Then I'll wait." Xilan finally smiled and winked, turned and walked towards the school gate, "See you in the evening."
Fan Ning shook his head and smiled bitterly as he watched the burgundy leather boots on the little girl's back making light steps on the ground.
The situation is still unclear!
The surveillance of the Special Patrol Office is pervasive, and the forces behind the mysterious events are still unclear. Even Cecil, whom he had not paid much attention to before, is now beginning to be worthy of vigilance.
You need to race against time.
He immediately boarded a public carriage bound for Ketzton Street in East Mecklon.
The time on his pocket watch pointed to 11 o'clock. At the corner of No. 43, he once again saw the familiar potted pomegranate tree, floor-to-ceiling glass windows, and the signboard of an office that could drive designers crazy hanging on the second floor.
Even though it's not dinner time, there's still an alluring aroma floating around here.
He directly opened the curtain that was the same color as the environment and walked up the steps to the second floor.
The person on duty at the reception desk today is a very kind old lady who reads the newspaper.
Fan Ning politely explained his purpose to her.
The old lady smiled very amiably: "Oh, you are the talented young man who is about to be promoted. The president has left. He asked you to go to the last negotiation room to try. If you succeed, go to the room at the end of the corridor.
Go find the guy who likes to play guitar."
"He actually left. The president was in such a hurry. He rushed back to see Teacher Anton off for the last time. It's only been two or three days." Fan Ning thought to himself.
He thanked him, and after walking a few steps inside, he heard the old lady add: "Remember the loss of materials yourself, and then go to the financial department to register."
Fan Ning smiled helplessly.
But, that's fine, it saves him a lot of trouble in covering up on Viadlin's side.
The melodious, desolate and gloomy sound of classical guitar came from the end of the corridor.
He first went to the deserted negotiation room, and after a short search, he found the four Yiyong road signs in the cabinet, as well as the four black vials in the boxes.
He put the road sign engraved with the Lord of Witness "Unfallen Fire" directly in his pocket.
This must be taken away, otherwise it will not be consistent with the fact that I was promoted to a knowledgeable person and received the gift of "Candle".
Should I take another bottle of spiritual liquid and go?
He opened them one by one and took a look. The smallest bottle was the "candle" that glowed from incandescent to golden yellow, but there was also 10 ml, which was a conservative estimate of 100 pounds or more!
In addition, the value of this road sign is about 400 pounds, even if the Guidance School has internal discounts
Roy's remuneration for dedicating his 500-pound string quartet will be worth $7788!
However, the key thing is that he needs this bottle. He doesn't know the material of this bottle, and he doesn't know where to get it.
Last night, the key to the art museum seemed to be able to release the radiant spirit liquid from the migration into reality.
Without the bottle, he couldn't preserve it.
Take it away! Fan Ning felt pain and put the vial of spiritual liquid together with the box into the other pocket.
After pretentiously paddling in the negotiation room for about twenty minutes, he pushed the door open and walked out.
There was a smell of coffee in the corridor, and the noise of card playing came from the room opposite. There were also two hidden rooms where people were banging away on their typewriters.
Some people go to work to fish, and some people go to work to do nothing?
Fan Ning chuckled and shook his head, finally feeling a sense of familiarity.
Arriving deep in the corridor, listening to the melancholy sound of classical guitar, Fan Ning knocked on the door.
"Please come in." came the voice of a man who was not too old, but was filled with sorrow and vicissitudes of life.
Fan Ning opened the door and saw the man sitting on the chair in front of the desk. He was about in his early thirties, with tight lips, melancholy eyes, blue pupils, a wide forehead, a straight nose, flowing blond hair, and a sad beard.
, wearing a white cotton shirt and a black sleeveless vest. The two buttons on the top of the shirt were loose, revealing a ruby necklace, and he was holding a classical guitar in his hand.
Good guy, this temperament is so uninhibited and elegant. If he was a lead singer or guitarist in his previous life, he would definitely be at the level of a first-line band...
""The Girl of Tiya City"?" Fan Ning complained in her heart, but she still smiled and said hello.
"Have you heard of it?" The guitarist reached a halfway point before slowly dispersing the lingering sound to avoid the sudden disappearance of the music.
"A short piece by Tone, a classical guitar master from the last century in the Southern Continent. I like its rotation, and the artistic conception at the end where we forget each other in a corner of the South," said Fan Ning.
"Your description is wonderful." The man with long blond hair showed surprise in his eyes, "Not many people in the north of Tioleon have heard of it."
"Are you not from Uflansel? Were you in the southern city of Tiolain before?"
"No, I'm just a wanderer, born in Master Ton's hometown, that far away southern country."
The classical guitarist spoke softly and slowly, as if singing a melancholy song.
Fan Ning nodded slowly.
The United Principality of Feton in the Southern Continent is really far away, but I have never left my own country.
He really has the temperament of a bard.
The man stood up and hung up his guitar: "My name is Dupont. When the president is away, I will reluctantly be responsible for the daily affairs here."
He moved a stack of materials from the corner to Fan Ning: "The president said that you have already half-stepped into the ranks of knowledgeable people, so all the application materials have been prepared. Since you are here, sign it
, stamp your fingerprints, here, here and here.”
It's really straightforward, I haven't even confirmed it yet.
Fanning sat across from him and started reading.
"Mr. Dupont" Fan Ning read and prepared to ask questions.
"Just call him by his first name."
"Okay, Dupont, I read the contract and the confidentiality agreement and there are no problems, but why does this application material need to be reported to the Special Patrol Office?" Fan Ning asked confused.
Dupont's eyes drifted away:
"The power of the informed is dominated by the church in other countries, but the exception is Theoline, which has the most developed industry and the strongest national power. The right to speak here belongs to the imperial authorities."
"In the empire's nearly century-long journey of industrialization, the Special Inspectorate has become the spokesperson for the interests of the emerging ruling class - the industrial aristocracy, and is also the most powerful knowledgeable organization of the authorities. The church here is not as easy as the churches in other countries. Even
The Bologna School, which represents the traditional aristocratic power, also has to compromise with the Special Inspectorate, let alone us guiding the school?"
"The Special Inspection Office strictly investigates the spread of hidden knowledge carriers, treats knowledgeable people who are active underground as 'prohibited persons', and implements hierarchical control. For our major official organizations, we also strictly allocate the annual entry and exit establishment.
To include you, we need to apply to the Special Patrol Office for registration, which may take three to five days."
"That's it." Fan Ning initially understood the relationship.
I have just been reviewed by Benjamin and now I am submitting my application. Will it give people a feeling?
Well, everyone is an official organization, and the procedures are legal and compliant, so they shouldn’t be able to do anything to themselves, right?
But Fan Ning knew that the Special Patrol Office would pay more attention to him.
I hope they didn't find out about the father's identity.
"Be more cautious in your words and deeds on weekdays. Officially informed persons may have certain privileges in some aspects, but they cannot do serious illegal things. They must strictly abide by the taboos related to hidden knowledge carriers formulated by the Special Patrol Office. Their style
It's the kind that you don't feel its existence on weekdays, but once you actually take action, things often progress extremely quickly, and there is no room for recovery."
Dupont explained solemnly: "Caron, the strength behind the Special Patrol Office is far more terrifying than you think... Speaking of which, their increasingly tough methods in recent years have made many official insiders feel uneasy.
…”
"I'll be careful."
Fan Ning, who had just been promoted to a knowledgeable person, felt a little depressed. However, when he looked at other documents, his mood finally improved.
"Well, the content of the contract is quite tempting."