"Hello, teacher!"
"Hello, classmate!"
The two voices silenced the conversations in the carriage. Regardless of the gazes of the people around them, the two crazy people sang and danced, toasting each other.
After the excitement, Oscar seemed to remember something and he said.
"By the way, this is Buscaro, my friend, a doctor."
As he spoke, he introduced Buscaro who was standing beside him. He had an awkward smile on his face. Before he could continue speaking, Lorenzo shouted first.
"Nice to meet you, Mr. Buscaro."
He extended his hand in a friendly manner, but Lorenzo's face was full of murderous intent, as if he was going to kill you if you talk too much.
Buscaro nodded tremblingly and replied, "Nice to meet you."
Happy
Well, it is worth being happy about. At least during this meeting, Lorenzo, the lunatic, did not put that damn shotgun to his head.
Thinking of this, Buscaro touched his bald forehead and wiped the sweat off.
He still remembered the scenes when he met Lorenzo before. Each time was full of drama, but the interesting thing was that the girl he brought was different every time.
"You don't look well?"
Oscar looked at his friend, whose face was slightly red and covered with sweat.
"Maybe the air is a bit stuffy!"
Lorenzo answered directly and glanced at Buscaro.
Buscaro was stunned for a moment, then nodded vigorously.
"Yeah, it's probably because the air is a bit stuffy."
In order to keep warm, the entire carriage is closed and the temperature is comfortable, but it becomes a bit uncomfortable when we get to Buscaro.
"By the way, I never thought I'd see you again, Lorenzo. Did you drop out of school?"
Oscar exclaimed after a brief introduction.
At that time, Lorenzo was a famous figure in the academy, but one day he suddenly disappeared without a trace.
There was no name on the list, and no trace of him in any records. He only existed in the memories of teachers and students. If there were not several handwritten assignments proving that he did exist, Oscar would even wonder if everyone was having some kind of collective hallucination.
"Just barely... sort of."
Lorenzo answered vaguely.
At that time, Lorenzo went to classes every day in order to learn some strange things. After learning something, he would leave mysteriously.
Logically speaking, he would not have any interaction with those people, but today was really an accident.
"Um?"
Oscar stared at Lorenzo's face, paused for a moment, and did not ask any more questions.
Maybe in his eyes, Lorenzo was the child of some big shot. Those guys always did this, sending their children to school for further studies without revealing their names and identities, and then leaving silently at some point. I remember that the principal had such a gray list.
Oscar smiled kindly and looked at Seleu instead.
Lorenzo's heart tightened, after all, Seleucia was the future Duke of Stuart, and he didn't want her to be recognized.
"This is..."
Oscar asked with some curiosity. Maybe it was the effect of Seleu's faint presence that made Oscar notice the girl who had been silent all this time.