"If you ask me to give my opinion... you can participate. Although it is an official invitation, most of the committee members of the University Federation are high-level local academics. Therefore, this invitation is more reflected in academic exchanges. The official There is very little background. Not only that, Jenkins, I think you should have noticed that well-known writers not only have to be able to write excellent works, they also meet with readers frequently. Whether it is book signings, Or public speaking, it’s all very rewarding.”
"What you said makes sense."
Jenkins flipped through the letter and said:
"Then, tomorrow I will ask Dad if he can ask for leave. If possible, I will send you the letter agreeing to the invitation directly, and please pass it on to the organizer."
"No problem at all."
The professor nodded, then lowered his head and buttoned his coat:
"Then goodbye Jenkins and good dreams."
"Good dreams, Professor."
Just as Jenkins continued to fight with chocolate over the matter of bathing, in the distant northern city of Loen, the blizzard that lasted for two days still showed no sign of stopping. Dolores Stuart stood by the French window of the bedroom with some melancholy, looking at the snow scene outside.
It was already late at night, and there was no light in the princess' bedroom. A gold alloy gas lamp was hung on the wall beside Dolores. She stood quietly in the dark, and the jeweled hairpin reflected the light outside the window.
"Julia, how much longer?"
"Sorry, Your Highness, you still need to wait for twelve minutes. I think it's time for the patrolling guards to change their shifts soon."
Julia stood in the corner and replied in a low voice.
"Really, why did father change the guards? Obviously, it took a lot of effort to buy off all the teams in the entire palace, and now we have to start all over again."
Speaking of this, Dolores' words were obviously displeased.
Julia didn't know what to say, so she looked down at her toes. In fact, with only the last step, Dolores Stuart could control the guards of the entire royal palace. Of course, her purpose was just to facilitate her slipping out.
But in Julia's view, this thing is also very useful for the future. Although His Highness does not have any desire for the crown now, the future is uncertain.
Among Dolores Stuart's huge followers, many people have the same idea as Julia, especially recently, Her Royal Highness the Third Princess has won over two very powerful gifters.
In Julia's view, Mr. Williamette and Miss Miller should both be extremely powerful demigods. Although these two people have some minor personality problems, they are definitely approachable and easy to get along with. This is not easy, and this is also Dolores's only luck.
Julia would not force her princess to do anything, but having such a friend would be useful no matter what the future faced.
She already has the ability of [Dark Vision], and she can clearly see Dolores even in the dark.
Unconsciously, she thought of Mr. Williams, and the little maid subconsciously frowned.
As the closest person to Dolores, she could naturally see Her Royal Highness's attitude towards that man. As a maid, she was not qualified to comment on such things, but the man with the cat didn't look like a good marriage partner.
"Great temper and character, and if that face is real, good looks too...but looks a bit shabby."
In fact, it can be seen from Jenkins' daily speech. After all, this person is very serious about gold pounds.
"Very capable, extraordinary in conversation, extremely talented in art, and even extremely sensitive to political and current events... But he is only a baron, and he is not worthy of the status of Her Royal Highness."
Julia followed Dolores and met many so-called "young talents". But I have to admit that Jenkins Williams is definitely one of the best.
"He has a dull personality when he treats women, but that's fine, at least he's not a playboy who likes to flirt with women... But such a man should have many suitors, right? Miss Miller's attitude towards him is a bit wrong. "
Julia stood in the corner, annoyed by this unsettled matter, and almost missed today's big event.
The reason why she wanted to go out in such a blizzard was because Dolores found out through a secret channel that someone was in urgent need of a [Hexacahedron Extreme Cold Ice Crystal], and claimed to use a C-class [Gift] ] In exchange.
This is not a loss-making business, because the value of [Hexahedron Extremely Cold Ice Crystal] is not less than the value of a gift that I don't know if it is suitable for my use.
It is a rare mineral that can only be found after leaving the mainland, sailing further north by boat, passing through the terrible storm area, and reaching the big ice sheet. Generally speaking, unless one has ice-like abilities, or one's own level reaches level 7, one cannot even directly touch this material with the skin. Most of the active human beings on the great northern ice sheet are believers of ice and snow false gods, and only they have the ability to survive in extremely cold weather.
According to those people, being able to find 10 [Hexahedron Extremely Cold Ice Crystals] every hundred years is the great luck bestowed by the gods.
And Dolores just bought a piece last year. She originally planned to learn an ancient spell ability after being promoted to the next level, but the gift is obviously more precious.
The two masters and servants watched the time and slipped out of the palace in the blizzard. The heavy snow that obscured their vision made it easier for them to move, but the footprints left in the snow needed attention.
After returning to the ground from the exit of the sewer, the servant in charge immediately put black fur-collared cloaks on the two of them, and then guided them to the carriage.
The carriage galloping on the street passed through the city all the way, and finally came to Posala Avenue in the west of the city. Julia walked in front, followed by Dolores, and the two walked into the alley next to the wall.
After avoiding the garbage pile on the side, he walked up the steps under the canopy and knocked on the heavy iron gate. With a light knock, rust even fell down on the surface of the iron door, which made Julia frown.
It was a middle-aged woman with a haggard face who opened the door for them. Her withered and yellow hair was simply tied behind her head with a red headband, and she was wearing an outdated dark blue smock.
This is the object of the transaction, calling herself Mrs. Wisdel.
Behind the iron door is not a corridor, but a warehouse smaller than the bathroom attached to Dolores' bedroom.
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