Shade doesn't actually have many secrets. He's an outsider, the voices in his head are occasionally unusual, and he can understand any text he's come into contact with so far, so it's not a big problem.
"Yes, that's not a big problem."
He convinced himself.
"I'm glad you understand. The academy has been considering the issue of Bill Schneider's group for many years, and even considered splitting the group. But fortunately you are here. In fact, relatively speaking, even if you compare all the correspondence ring sorcerers who have enrolled in St. Byron's in the past ten years, your identity and background are the most trustworthy. Your past is very simple, and you have never had any connection with the mysterious or other forces."
Professor Sanchez said with a smile. Since this question was raised, Xia De asked:
"Professor, since you have investigated my past, does the academy know how I became a homeless person? I'm sorry, but I have almost no memory of that period."
Judging from the scars on his body and his physical condition, it was impossible for the original owner to have been a homeless person since childhood. While asking the question, his ears moved a little, and Mia seemed to have completely given up scratching the door, and no sound was heard for a long time.
Professor Sanchez coughed and cleared his throat:
"Regarding your past, you've had brain problems since you were a child. As for your wandering life, it probably started when you were 16. Mr. Hamilton, your hometown is the small town of Greenshade in Carlton County in the south of the Delarion Kingdom. That year, the entire southern region suffered a great famine. Your family died on the way to escape, and you came to Tobesk alone... Sorry, if you are curious about this question, I can give you the report later."
Professor Sanchez showed a regretful expression, and Shade pursed his lips, shook his head, and said nothing.
His curiosity about the original owner's past was limited to worrying that the other party had some major secrets or concerns. For example, he was actually a royal illegitimate child, or a descendant of a noble family. But now it seems that the plots that only appear in knight novels are impossible to happen to him.
The original owner did not leave behind any interpersonal relationships, but it was beneficial to outsiders who did not inherit any memories.
"Then, professor, please allow me to ask one more question, since you have investigated my case. So about Detective Sparrow Hamilton, does the college know about him?"
He looked at Professor Sanchez expectantly, and the professor nodded:
"The academy has also investigated his affairs. This is not easy. But don't worry, Sparrow Hamilton's secret has nothing to do with the Ringwitch and the mystery... I don't plan to tell you directly about his affairs, but let you explore it yourself. This is also an important stage for you to integrate into this place. I think you will understand."
"It really has nothing to do with the extraordinary?"
Shad confirmed.
"I swear on my honor, Sparrow Hamilton's secret is only related to ordinary people, is that okay?"
The professor laughed and joked, but Shad immediately said that this was not necessary.
"By the way, since we're talking about the report, in order to facilitate your surveillance of the doctor, ahem, I mean the monitoring of the doctor, the academy will give you a manuscript of the poet-level relic poet Cohen. But this page can only be used when necessary. Normally, you will still use Bill Schneider's page to communicate with the academy."
Professor Sanchez added.
"Then how can you give me the paper? If you go through the doctor, the secret will be exposed."
"It has been sent. It will probably reach you tomorrow morning."
"Send it? Through the post office? From the Far North to here? That's a safety issue, or if it gets lost along the way..."
Xia De never thought that the academy would use such simple and crude means.
"Of course not from the college. That would waste a lot of time and it's not safe. St. Byron's College has a lot of industries in the Old World. It also serves as a transit station for formal students to do off-campus internships, as well as a means of profit for the college... Speaking of profit, I think we can talk about your compensation for monitoring the doctors."
The topic immediately turned to this, but Xia De didn't think this needed to be paid. He regarded the doctor as a friend and guide, and was willing to contact the college to deal with it when the other party lost control. This was actually good for all three parties. But since the college wanted to give it, he had no reason not to, so he didn't refuse hypocritically.
"Because this job doesn't require much labor, the pay is not very high. But the History School values you very much. After negotiation, the dean of the Astronomy School conducted a divination for you this afternoon to predict your general fate in the next few days.
After taking up a job, a ring sorcerer will always get lost in the heavy workload, and divination can effectively point out a way forward. "
Professor Sanchez said, and then took out an equally translucent piece of paper from his translucent formal pocket.
He read in standard Delarionese, as if reading a parliamentary speech:
"I saw the silver moon, and I saw the young detective holding a Rhodes card. I also saw blood. The young detective should stay away from places filled with blood."
Put the note away after reading:
"Divination and prophecy usually do not have direct directions, but require interpretation. Mr. Hamilton, do you understand the meaning of this divination result?"
"Yes, I understand... The latter warning is not very clear, probably to guide me away from danger and disputes. At least the first sentence, I understand it very well."
Xia De suppressed the throbbing in his heart and nodded. He understood when he heard the "Rod card". A certain possibility, a possibility that he regarded as almost zero, was infinitely magnified under this prophecy.
He wondered if this was the result of the twenty-sided dice that had cast his fate during the day, but when he thought about it, it seemed like good luck that the professors happened to help with the statue tonight:
"I'll go to the Prophet's Association for appraisal tomorrow morning after I feed the cat."
"It's good that you understand, but I have to remind you, Mr. Hamilton, that although Rhodes cards are fun, don't get addicted to them... It's getting late, so today's meeting ends here. Miss Jones and I will leave first, and Professor Garcia will be in charge of your course. Have a good dream."
Tonight's meeting ended in this atmosphere.
Miss Jones also put away her pen and stopped recording. She smiled at Shade. Then Shade stood up to say goodbye, watching the two transparent bodies rise from the chairs and gradually disappear into the air on the second floor of No. 6 St. Teresa's Square.
Professor Garcia was still sitting there, and motioned for Shade to sit down and talk. Now it was time for the two of them to be alone, but Professor Garcia still looked so serious:
“Now that everything else is finished, let’s get started with the course content.
I haven't been to the old continent south of the Far North for a long time, so I'm not used to talking to a student like you who comes from an ordinary family. Please forgive me. But it's late at night, I think we don't need to say more, Mr. Hamilton, you will start your time travel journey soon, please..."
"I'm sorry, but you won't come with me?"
Xia De heard a different meaning in that sentence.
"Yes, one key only allows a single person to travel through time."