Chapter 330 Students
Chapter 330 The Student
Alice and Vanna hid in the shadows at the corner of the street, where they would wait for instructions while keeping an eye on the movements around the building.
Duncan and Maurice, on the other hand, went to the building with the black door.
The building was quiet – and rightfully so, after all, the sun had not yet risen, and nights in this world were never suitable for ordinary people, most normal people did not have much of a night life after nightfall, and it was the norm to go to bed early and wait for the morning to come.
But would a “replica” returning from the depths do the same?
Duncan looked up, noticed the prominent button in the corner of the door frame, and reached out to press it twice.
Faintly, he could hear the shrill, urgent ringing of an electric bell from inside the building – an unusual sound in the stillness of the night.
“Perhaps we shouldn’t board the door at curfew,” Maurice rubbed his head, a hint of hesitation in his tone, “it would arouse suspicion if we startled the neighbors.”
“But that friend of yours likely won’t be able to wait long, it would be good to be a little early,” Duncan said lightly, “Don’t worry about anything else, arousing the Church’s suspicions or alerting the city-state authorities is all part of life, and you should get used to being a member of the Lost Country.”
Maurice opened his mouth, but nothing came out, and at that moment Duncan reached out again and rang the electric bell at the door twice.
Finally, they heard a rush of footsteps coming from inside the building, accompanied by the movement of something being knocked over – then the living room light was turned on, and soft light spilled out onto the street through a nearby window.
The lock turned with a click, and the large black door opened a crack, and there was a watchful eye looking out through it, while a young, nervous voice came, “Who is it?”
That sounded like a young woman.
Duncan and Maurice looked at each other, the former a little surprised, the latter thoughtful and as if he had thought of something.
“Is it Galoney?” Maurice asked tentatively, “Is Mr. Brown-Scott at home? I am a friend of your teacher’s.”
With that, he turned to Duncan and lowered his voice to a quick whisper, “It might be that student of Brown Scott’s, I heard him mention it.”
Duncan nodded knowingly, meanwhile the owner of the young voice behind the door visibly hesitated for a moment after hearing Maurice’s words before hesitantly speaking, “I’m sorry, it’s late and the teacher is sleeping, is it okay if we talk about anything tomorrow at dawn?”
Morris frowned, the situation was different from what he expected at first, he didn’t expect that the other party’s student would still be living in this house six years after Brown Scott’s death, but after a brief moment of thought, he organized his words, “We arrived too late, and we haven’t found a place to stay right now – Besides, your teacher wrote me a letter earlier, and it was he who invited me to come.”
Saying that, this old scholar paused for a moment and continued, “My name is Morris Underwood, your teacher should have mentioned it to you.”
The voice in the door was quiet, the “Galoni” seemed to be recalling and thinking, and it took several seconds before her voice resounded again, “Then …… you wait a moment, I will open the chain link. ”
The sound of metal collision and chain friction resounded in the night, the person in the door opened the security latch hanging on the inside, the door finally opened, in the warm bright light, Duncan saw a …… tall and a little strange figure.
That figure is almost only a few centimeters shorter than Vanna, nearly one meter nine height is particularly eye-catching, and and tall but still maintain a slim Vanna different, this young lady standing in the doorway can be seen all over the strong and powerful muscle contours – but more concerning is not just her height, but her such as a rocky general flooded with But it wasn’t just her height that was more noticeable, it was her rocky, grayish-white skin, and the faint golden lines on the surface of her skin.
But in addition to these striking inhuman features, her face is not different from the usual young human women, and even appears to be a little …… clear.
Because she woke up late at night, this stone-like young lady was only wearing a loose robe, and her long brown hair was slightly disheveled behind her head, as she held onto the doorframe, surveying the two uninvited guests standing in the doorway with a cautiously scrutinizing gaze.
Just as Duncan was sizing her up curiously, she was sizing up Duncan curiously – a lanky visitor in a black trenchcoat and wide-brimmed bowler hat, with not even any facial features visible between the seams of his clothing, only layers of bandages.
Even if the Frostbite was accustomed to “bandages,” the visitor’s appearance was a bit too oppressive.
Her muscles were visibly tense.
“Ah, I forgot to mention,” Maurice’s voice snapped, breaking the somewhat awkward and tense atmosphere just in time, and he turned to Duncan, “Brown’s student, Galoni, is a Sanguine – not very common in the northern city-states, indeed. not very common.”
He then looked back to Galoni standing in the doorway, “This is Mr. Duncan, who is ……” “A friend of Mr. Morris, traveling explorer, interested in Mr. Brown-Scott’s research, and therefore stopping by,” Duncan volunteered, “I hope this hasn’t been a bother to you.”
“Mr. …… is resting, I don’t know when he’ll wake up, but he did mention that Mr. Morris might be visiting,” said Galoni, whose voice, in contrast to that tall, robust figure, always seemed a little soft and hesitant, and with what seemed like a wary like sense of unsureness, and as she spoke, she didn’t even dare to meet Duncan and Maurice’s eyes, but merely muttered as she stepped aside, “Come in first, you guys, it’s freezing out there.”
Maurice thanked her and stepped into the house with Duncan.
The sound of the door spindle turning broke the silence of the night as the black door to the room closed and the street was quiet once more.
The first thing you see when you enter the front door is a rather plain living room with furnishings that look like they’ve been in use for a decade or two, a kitchen and dining room on one side of the living room, and a staircase to the second floor on the other side, with a narrow door underneath that could lead to a basement or wine cellar.
In the bright light of the electric lamp, this living room can not see any suspicious dark corners, see everything, are very cozy and …… ordinary.
Duncan and Maurice did not show too much curiosity, just a brief survey of the surroundings and then in Galoni’s lead in the living room to take a seat, and then the tall Sanguine lady went into the kitchen, and began to bustle around to make tea and prepare snacks.
“Would you like some sweet pancakes and sausages? That’s all that’s available right now ……” Garoni called out from the kitchen to her two guests, a slight note of apology in her voice.
“A cup of hot water will do, no need to go to all that trouble,” Maurice waved his hand, and then asked offhandedly as he waited for Galoni to approach, “By the way, have you always lived here?”
“Well, always lived here,” Galoni nodded, “Teacher went away for a while before, and he gave me the key to help him take care of the place – I simply moved from the place I rented before, and I’ve been here until now. When he came back recently, I continued to live here to take care of him.”
“Been away for a while?” Morris subconsciously frowned, “When was that?”
“…… Five or six years ago,” Galoni thought for a moment and said with less certainty, her expression a little ashamed again, “I always can’t remember the time too well, my teacher often says I do.”
Maurice and Duncan exchanged glances.
“When did Mr. Brown return?” Duncan asked as if casually.
“About a month,” Garoni didn’t seem to think much of it, just answering her guest’s questions in a casual manner, “he came back suddenly, saying he was tired from traveling and wanted to rest for a while……. Oh, it was after that he mentioned to invite Mr. Morris to the house.”
“I was very much surprised, too, when I first received his letter,” said Morris, going down the line; “he had not been in touch with me for many years, and the last time I heard from him, years ago, was when I heard that he was going to sail on a ship …… ah , I think it was a small cruise ship called the ‘Obsidian’?”
While speaking, he didn’t move to focus on the reaction of the person in front of him.
However, Galoni didn’t have any reaction at all when she heard ‘Obsidian’, she just recalled it and shook her head, “I don’t know, he didn’t tell me much when he went out. …… “
There was nothing wrong with the tone or demeanor of the female student’s response.
However her answer itself was clearly not quite right.
She did not know which ship her teacher had gone out on!
If it had been an ordinary teacher-pupil relationship, this would have been nothing, but the relationship between her and the folklorist was clearly more than that of a teacher-pupil-Brown Scott could have left the keys of his residence in the hands of his pupil, who had lived here for six years and had not hesitated to assume responsibility for his teacher after he had “gone home,” and with such a close and trusting relationship, she would have had to take care of him. The latter had lived here for six years, and had not hesitated to assume the responsibility of caring for the teacher when he “came home”; and with such a close and trusting relationship, it was impossible for Brown to have left the house without informing Galoni of his journey.
Galeni met the visitor’s gaze openly, with a calm expression on her face.
It was as if everything that happened around her was justified.
(End of chapter)