Lawrence sat at the desk in his workshop, rubbing his temples, and was in a state of depression.
“Luslan…”
She recalled the old housekeeper who had been with her before her death, and couldn't help but feel a little scared.
This feeling of being peeped at in life makes Lawrence very uncomfortable.
"It's not just me, those guys are the same..." Lawrence thought of several other differentiated individuals.
"Servant, doctor, brother, researcher..." Lawrence muttered to himself while browsing the information on the page.
Suddenly, she noticed a page.
When the page was brought out, Lawrence frowned: "This is... a manuscript of a fairy tale?"
"I would like to use this story... to commemorate my father's old friend who once heard about the legend of the 'London Monster' in London?" Lawrence enlarged this page and looked at Andersen's words at the end of the manuscript.
Her gem-like wine-red eyes couldn't help but feel dark.
Is it...a story written about the incident of Arnold's child?
Lawrence decided to take a look at the fairy tale written by this big fairy tale based on Arnold.
The story is very short. After reading it, Lawrence involuntarily complained: "These writers like to allude this and that. Is it not enough to allude in articles read by adults? I have to allude in fairy tales."
"......etc."
She noticed some small details.
"This minister..." Her eyes narrowed.
......
Half an hour later, Lawrence, with thick dark circles, stood in front of the whiteboard of his workshop, pondering.
"This minister basically matches Luslan's situation." Lawrence said confidently, "The black magician broke the minister's cane in front of the prince and the monster, which is equivalent to the magician killing Luslan in front of Arnold. This can correspond to it."
"And... in the order of delivery, Arnold is the fifth, and if nothing unexpected happens, Luslan should have appeared with us in different eras. Here... the cane happened to be passed down to the fifth generation."
She knocked on her whiteboard.
"If nothing unexpected happens, Hans Christian Andersen knows something..."
With a frown slightly, Lawrence pursed his lips.
"But, with the current conditions of Chaldean, there is no way to investigate." She sighed, and paced back and forth in the workshop, "and living in that era has not been recorded, is also a noteworthy point."
"He has a way to erase his own traces, or maybe history does not allow him to leave traces?"
"Then why can Andersen's fairy tale be recorded?"
“…No matter how you think about it, there are unreasonable things.”
She has been investigating this matter since she came back from the third special point, but until now, the things she can investigate are Andersen's fairy tale.
Dongdongdongdongdong.
The knock on the door started.
"Lawrence, can I come in?" Leonardo da Vinci's voice came from outside the door.
"Leonardo? Come in." Shaking his head, Lawrence opened the door.
After Leonardo entered the door, Lawrence asked anxiously: "How is it? Are there any results?"
Leonardo da Vinci also looked very serious and puzzled: "It is impossible to do it, and it is impossible to pass on the information by any means. All methods have been tried, but Roman and Rika cannot hear or see it. They cannot know the name by any means."
"That...only the name we know." Leonardo looked into Lawrence's eyes, "Luslan."
Lawrence tskated and pulled a stool and sat on it.
"Just like my guess, for now, Luslan, our old friend who doesn't know his true face, can only exist in the form of 'memory' in the minds of those who have personally come into contact with him, and other than that, it will not be passed down."
"The text will be erased, the traces will be cleaned, and the records will be cut." Lawrence took a deep breath.
Both of them remained silent and didn't know what to say.
"What are the results of your investigation?"
"Let's go and see it on the whiteboard over there." Lawrence pointed to the whiteboard behind him with great fatigue, "How is Director Olga Mary's soul?"
"I have no clue, no artificial human beings cultivated by my own body, I am still a little worried about the issue of dependence." Leonardo da Vinci was very careful and chatted with Lawrence while looking at the large amount of information listed by Lawrence on the whiteboard. "I observed when I was special F. The kind of dependence method used by Anno now seems to be unheard of now, and I cannot copy it at all."
"When it comes to protecting others, that guy is better than anyone else..." Lawrence replied listlessly, "What's more special? Did that guy Roman have positioned it?"
"The location has been located, but the time is still reversing." Leonardo da Vinci's more and more difficult reading, and he also had to answer Lawrence's question.
“Where is it?”
"London."
"Oh?" Lawrence was stunned.
"What's wrong?" Leonardo da Vinci turned his head and looked at her.
"...Nothing." Lawrence suddenly felt a little uneasy for some reason. "Take me to see the director's soul. You have to deal with it no matter how you say it. It's not a problem to keep it there like this."
"... Are you really okay?" Leonardo da Vinci was silent for a moment and looked at Lawrence with some concern. "Your mental state is too bad recently."
"It's okay, I'm fine." Lawrence stood up and waved his hand casually, "Let's hurry up and go."
"...Okay." Leonardo da Vinci could only nod, but he was still worried when he looked at Lawrence.
Lawrence has been crazy this time. She felt something was wrong with Lawrence these two days, so she forced herself to intervene in Lawrence's investigation in order to allow Lawrence to recover a little.
But now it seems...
Adapt to the situation, it really doesn't work. Leonardo da Vinci plans to let Lawrence take a break and go to this special point in London by himself.
When he arrived at Leonardo da Vinci's workshop, Lawrence made a routine observation of Olga Mary.
"Well... let's find a way to fill in this inner world first, and it's time to rely on it." Lawrence sighed, "Sorry, my fault. I said I would go back to Chaldean and I would rely on it until now."
"It's okay, let's talk to Roman." Leonardo da Vinci was not in the mood to joke with Lawrence and patted her on the shoulder.
Leaving the Leonardo da Vinci's workshop, he walked straight to the control room, but heard Roman's excited voice outside the control room door.
"Okay! The positioning is completed! This will make the fourth special point OK!"
Leonardo da Vinci and Lawrence looked at each other and couldn't help but laugh.
"It seems that we came by coincidence, and we just happened to have completed the special era of London."
Chapter completed!