EFB Chapter 99 Transfer of Delegation
Chapter 99 Transfer of Delegation
Chapter 99 Transfer of Delegation
The next morning, Sirion was woken up by knocking on the door downstairs. He grabbed his messy hair, yawned, and went downstairs.
The conversation with Adam at the end of the Twilight Hermits meeting last night left him sleepless. He had just learned of the prophecy from "Yellow Light" Venetian during the day, and then Adam relayed the "Goddess of Night's" hint to him that night, which made him think a lot.
Then, he was forced to suffer from insomnia.
His brain was so active that he couldn't think straight until the early hours of the morning before finally falling asleep.
He opened the door and saw Havin standing there holding little Thomas, with servants pushing a stroller piled high with toys and snacks behind them.
He instinctively looked around further back, but didn't see Beth, and inexplicably felt a sense of relief.
Noticing his probing gaze, Ha Wen shook his head helplessly, then explained:
"Vaughn is being transferred to Seashire for work, and Beth plans to go with him and buy a new house and settle down there."
The climate and environment there are so much better than Backlund, and prices aren't as high either.
"Because purchasing a house and renovating it takes time, the two of them entrusted little Thomas to us for a few days."
"Us?" Cyril pointed to Haven, then to himself.
Havin nodded gently: "That's right. I'm worried about leaving you to take care of little Thomas alone, so I'll be staying home these next few days."
Cyril's eyes lit up, and he immediately cheered:
"Great! I finally don't have to prepare lunch and dinner for myself every day anymore. It's been too much of a burden for me."
"As far as I know, you've been eating at restaurants most of the time lately. Just now, when I passed by, Mr. John, the owner of Whale Sea Flavor Restaurant, mentioned you to me."
Harvin bluntly exposed his words, then reached out and pushed him aside before carrying little Thomas through the gate.
Cyril retorted confidently, "Doesn't that just prove that cooking isn't for me?"
As he spoke, he reached out and took the Tasok Daily and a reply letter to himself that were placed on top of the stroller.
He picked up the Tasok Daily because he saw the eye-catching headline: Intis's ambassador to Ruen, Beckeron, was murdered, and the terrorist organization "Aurora Society" claimed responsibility!
Before I could even finish reading today's headlines, I heard Ha Wen's somewhat wistful voice from beside me:
"I think Beth and the others made the right decision to leave Backlund. The environment here is getting worse and worse in every sense of the word."
"For an ambassador to be murdered so openly at his own banquet, the level of chaos is comparable to that of the Southern Continent."
"By the way, what are your thoughts on the aurora borealis?"
Cyril turned his head to look at Harvin, and said thoughtfully, "A very high-profile and sinister secret organization."
"Is that all?" Haven pressed.
Cyril shrugged. "What else can I say? I'm not even familiar with them, what kind of evaluation can I possibly give?"
Ha Wen ignored what he said next, and just kept nodding:
"It's good that you're not familiar with them. Don't get acquainted with such dangerous terrorist organizations in the future. Don't become arrogant and conceited just because you've achieved some success. You never know when you might provoke someone you shouldn't."
Cyril: "You're getting more and more tired..."
Before he could finish his rant, Ha Wen sent him back upstairs.
"Go wash up in the bathroom and get ready, then come down and help me take care of little Thomas."
"You're such a grown man, and you don't even care about your image as much as Isaiah Thomas. You'll never be favored by ladies if you keep acting like this."
Cyril:..:
Back in her second-floor bedroom, Sirion opened the letter that had been placed alongside the newspaper.
This is a reply from the Cuckoo Newspaper. Judging from the timing, it should be his payment for the article, because the rejection process wouldn't be this lengthy.
He then took out a letter and a stack of brand-new banknotes from the opened envelope, some in small change and some in large, totaling £52, 11 sous and 2 pence.
"That's a bit too little."
He sighed, then flicked his wrist, unfolding the folded letter in front of him.
The letter was written in the same handwriting as before, but the content had changed from accusation and disdain to praise, and the letter ended by asking when he would submit his next article.
Cyril casually stuffed the letter back into the envelope. He could sense an urgency, a longing, and a hint of ingratiation in the handwriting.
"It seems that the editor-in-chief is much more eager than he appeared in the letter. Perhaps I can raise my fee."
As he was whispering, the door behind him was suddenly pushed open, and little Thomas, dressed in a well-fitting children's suit with a small silk bow tie around his neck, ran in carrying a bunch of snacks.
When Beth and his personal servants were not around, he immediately reverted to being a child.
"Uncle, Uncle, look, I brought you lots of snacks."
"My mother said that injured people need to replenish their nutrition, so these are the snacks I've been secretly saving up for a long time."
Sir Ryan looked at Thomas with some surprise. He remembered that when they last met, Thomas would stumble a bit when speaking such long sentences. In less than half a month, he had become so fluent and organized.
"Little Thomas is great." Sirion yawned and picked up the child.
"You got up early today, didn't you? Your uncle will reward you with an hour of lazy sleep time."
Thomas shook his head repeatedly, his chubby little face swaying slightly with the movement: "I don't want to sleep."
"It was clearly you who wanted to sleep, Uncle. I'm all grown up now, and I won't be fooled anymore."
One 7
Oh no, this kid is too hard to fool.
At noon, after lunch, Sirion wanted to hand over little Thomas, who had been clinging to him, to Haven, but both of them refused.
Ha Wen: "I'm not suited to taking care of children."
Thomas Jr.: "I don't want to go with Uncle Harvin, he's fierce."
Cyril: ....
How am I supposed to go out now? I still have a job to do: clean the sewers of wild animals that I haven't finished for someone else.
After realizing he couldn't shake off the persistent Thomas, he decided to hand over the commission he had accepted at the gathering organized by the "Eye of Wisdom" to someone else.
Although it wouldn't matter if he didn't fulfill the request after deciding not to continue participating in the gatherings convened by the old man known as the "Eye of Wisdom," he still wanted to try and win over the "Pharmacist."
Especially after learning about the prophecy of "Yellow Light" Venetian and the hints from the "Goddess of Night".
He also thought that he might be able to get in touch with the Life School and Will Unsettling through that "pharmacist".
15 Minsk Street, Joewood District.
Just as Klein returned from the Krag Club, he suddenly heard a series of illusory prayers echoing in his ears.
Is the male voice that of "The Hanged Man," "Destiny" Cyril, or "Little Sun"?
While he was thinking, his body had already skillfully entered the washroom, closed the door, set up a spiritual wall to isolate the inside from the outside, and then took four steps backward into the gray mist.
Within the magnificent and ancient palace, Klein's spirituality reached the crimson star that represented Cyrene.
The deep red light suddenly expanded, then abruptly contracted, condensing into a picture.
Cyril leaned back in the wooden chair in front of his desk, praying softly to himself:
"Dear 'Fool,' please convey to your confidant in Backlund that I have a request that I cannot fulfill at the moment, but if he is interested, I can pass it on to him."
"This commission came from a gathering of extraordinary individuals that I attended. The task was to clear out the wild beasts that were active in the sewers of a certain location in the East District. The reward offered by the commissioner was four bottles of extraordinary potions."
"I originally planned to contact the School of Life through the 'pharmacist' who posted the mission, so I didn't ask for too much reward."
"If your relative is not satisfied with the reward for this task, they can increase the reward appropriately based on the difficulty of the task, or I can pay an additional amount of compensation."
"Furthermore, whether or not the commission is completed is not important. I just want to establish contact with that 'pharmacist,' and my ultimate goal is to get in touch with the life science school behind him."
"If your trusted servant accepts this commission, please tell him to act within his capabilities. The wild beasts roaming the sewers of the East District may pose an additional danger. I previously performed a divination regarding this mission, but it failed."
As the image formed by the condensed light of prayer quietly dissipated, Klein stared into deep thought at the empty bronze table before him:
"A sewer cleaning request... could this be the same request that came up at that party last time?"
As he murmured, he reached out and conjured his usual citrine pendant, intending to assess the danger level of this commission.