Not bad. A Spectator's ability to adjust themselves is quite strong … Klein praised inwardly. He looked at the golden retriever on the back seat of the bicycle and sized up the bicycle that was different from the ones on the street. He then casually asked, "What's up?
He casually asked, "Is this a new bicycle specially designed for women?"
"What do you mean by specially designed for women? If you wish to ride it, you can ride it too. " Audrey replied with a smile. "I'm only telling the people at the Bicycle Company to consider different groups with different needs. This is their latest product. It hasn't entered the factory yet, so let me try riding it and give some suggestions. "
"What a great idea." Klein praised with a smile before asking in thought, "You know the owner of the Baekeland Bicycle Company?"
Audrey's eyes curved as she replied, "Of course.
I'm one of the main shareholders of the Baekeland Bicycle Company. "
Main shareholder … I forgot about that … She still succeeded in the end … Klein seemed to understand something as the corners of his mouth curled up slightly. He shook his head in a self-deprecating manner.
"So that's how it is. My imagination is still lacking.
"How was it? How did it feel after the test ride? "
Audrey held the bicycle's head as her eyes darted around. As she recalled, she said, "It's great.
It's very suitable for women. "
Honorable lady, that's not what you said just now … Klein pricked up his brows, but he didn't interrupt the girl's words.
Audrey smiled again as she continued, "To me, it allows me to adjust my mood and release my stress.
It's just like riding a horse. However, riding a horse requires special clothes. I have to go to a racecourse or the suburbs. It's impossible to let a horse gallop at home or on the streets. It lacks the necessary feeling. However, a bicycle doesn't have such a problem. I can even go to alleys that aren't accessible by horse carriages. It allows me to see different scenery. When I rode past a family's house, I saw a few flowers blooming in their garden. I felt especially happy.
"Well, when I meet other cyclists, I am also very happy. They are working hard to live, with a little hope. Although they are busy and in a hurry, they are not numb at all. Okay, don't laugh at me. I know you are going to say that those who can afford a bicycle are definitely not at the bottom of this society. I am just happy for them.
"I hope that one day, I can ride my bike through every street in Baekeland."
Klein listened quietly, his mood improving bit by bit.
With Miss Justice's description, the scene seemed to appear before his eyes, and this was a negligible change he had brought to this World.
He laughed and said,
"No, I have no intention of refuting. This sounds interesting. This is what I hope to see in Baekeland. The more the merrier.
"I used to have some doubts about certain things, but now it seems to have lessened a lot."
Having said that, he pointed at 22 Phelps Street, the door of the Rouen Charity Bursary Foundation.
"Let's go in. It looks like it's going to rain soon."
"Alright, I'll park the bike." Audrey got off the bicycle and pushed it and the golden retriever towards the back door.
There was a specially designated parking spot for bicycles. It was located inside the house, and it wasn't afraid of the rain. In organizations like the Rouen Charity Bursary Foundation, more and more staff members who needed to head out often rode bicycles. Of course, no one dared to rely on such a means of transportation to enter East Borough. There, everything could be stolen.
Just as they were approaching the back door, the golden retriever, Susie, jumped off the bicycle and looked back at the spot from before.
She said in puzzlement, "Audrey, that Mr. Dantès's tone is a little complicated when he heard that you are one of the major shareholders of the Bicycle Company, but I can't decipher what he really means."
Audrey pursed her lips and chuckled.
"I previously heard that Mr. Dantès was one of the people who competed with Hibbert for the Bicycle Company's shares."
"I understand!" Susie revealed a bright smile, happy that her observation was accurate.
Inside the Rouen Charity Bursary Foundation, Klein waited for Miss Audrey to return with her Beyonder dog companion before heading to the second floor with them.
At this moment, a staff member came forward and said to Audrey, "Miss Director, Principal Portland Moment of Baekeland University is waiting for you in the reception room."
"Miss Director, Chancellor Portland Moment of Backlund University of Technology is waiting for you in the reception room."
The staff member first greeted Director Dawn Dantès before answering, "Why is Principal Moment here?"
The staff member first greeted Director Dawn Dantès before answering, "He didn't say.
"He didn't say..."
Before the staff member could finish his sentence, the tall, rosy-cheeked Portland Moment walked out of the reception room as he combed his white hair.
He pressed his hand to his chest and bowed.
"Honorable Miss Audrey, please forgive my abrupt visit."
In Rouen, after getting to know each other, one would address a noble lady by her surname and address a lady by her first name.
"It's my honor," Audrey replied politely.
Portland Moment was a principal who was more focused on academics. Without any flattery or small talk, he directly said with a smile, "It's like this.
I wish to add a mechanical laboratory to the technical university. The goal is to invent and promote all kinds of machinery that are beneficial to industry and life. I wonder if you're interested in donating or investing?
"Heh heh, Dawn, how about it? Do you have any thoughts of cooperation? Don't worry, I'll definitely get a grant from the Higher Education Commission. "
It's a good idea, but Baekeland, and the entire kingdom, might fall into a maelstrom … After hearing Principal Moment's words, Klein was momentarily dazed.
Audrey nodded slightly and said with a smile, "It sounds interesting, but I need to see more information.
"It sounds interesting, but I need to see more information. This is my responsibility to myself and to all of you."
"I have the same thoughts," Klein said.
Portland Moment laughed heartily and said, "No problem.
I'll organize some things for you when I get back. "
…
Fog Sea, on the Golden Dream.
German Sparrow is actually concerned about Anderson's situation … Also, what's the meaning of gathering items related to Vice Admiral Ailment? Many pirates have been frantically pursuing such items, but they have never succeeded … After receiving German Sparrow's message, Dhaniz was filled with puzzlement.
But no matter how puzzled he was, he still carefully and seriously thanked Mr. Fool.
Following that, he put down his fishing rod and turned to enter the cabin, heading all the way to the room where Anderson lived.
After knocking on the door and opening the door in one fell swoop, Dhaniz crossed his arms and stood at the door.
"What do you think? How's the digestion of the thing in your stomach? "
Anderson put down his paintbrush and shot a glance at Danitz before replying with a heavy tone,
He replied with a heavy tone, "It already knows how to call me Daddy."
"…" Dhaniz subconsciously took two steps back.
Anderson immediately regained his composure and smiled.
"I'm just joking. It's not bad. Your captain has ideas and actions. The only problem is that he has failed too many times.
"Uh, the thing in my stomach has been isolated. It won't affect me for a long time."
He rubbed his stomach as he spoke.
Dhaniz raised his eyebrows and asked curiously,
"It was supposed to be affected?"
Andrewson sized up Dhaniz.
"You should've heard that certain Beyonder characteristics or potions will seep into objects if they are in prolonged contact with them, transforming them into Sealed Artifacts that are difficult to use. And the human body is just a relatively special item.
"Sometimes, I suspect that you obtained your Beyonder powers through contact with potions and not ingesting them. This resulted in your brain being corroded."
In the past, Dhaniz would have been furious, but now, he just snorted.
"In other words, if you don't isolate yourself, the thing in your stomach will gradually infiltrate and transform you, including your brain?"
Andrewson clicked his tongue in wonder.
"Very good. Continue. Don't stop. I think you can attempt to advance to Sequence 6. Yes, you're usually quite skilled at setting fires."
Dhaniz replied disdainfully, "I'm just lacking some ingredients."
"I'm just lacking some ingredients."
Recalling German Sparrow's instructions, he pressed unwillingly.
"How do we deal with it after the quarantine?"
Andrewson rubbed the first button on his shirt and chuckled.
"There are two ideas. One is to find a demigod like an Unshadowed to help and let that thing slowly seep out. In this aspect, your captain knows someone. The only problem is that at the same time that thing seeps out, my Beyonder characteristic might also seep out, causing my Sequence to regress, or even become an ordinary person.
"The second idea is to think of a way to obtain the Iron-blooded Knight potion formula and prepare the corresponding ritual and supplementary ingredients. I want to see if I can take the initiative to contain that thing and use it to become a demigod."
"That sounds very dangerous." Dhaniz gave a pertinent evaluation of the latter idea.
Andrewson's smile became more obvious.
"Indeed, it's very dangerous. I don't even know if it will work.
"But, don't you think that such a difficult and challenging thing is very interesting? At least this is more in line with my taste than the first one. "
Dhaniz shook his head seriously.
"I don't think so."
He then asked in a half-provoking and half-probing manner,
"Have you not an estate, nay, property somewhere? I can help you send the ashes back. "
Anderson wasn't angry at all. He nodded solemnly.
"When the time comes, you can consider eating my ashes directly."
… Why isn't this fellow provoked at all … The corners of Dhaniz's mouth twitched as he decided to give up. He would find the captain and ask how he could obtain items related to Vice Admiral Ailment.
…
Late at night, at 160 Böklund Street, Klein was just about to sleep when he saw Miss Messenger walk out of the void with four blonde, red-eyed heads in her hands. One of them was biting a thin letter that had been stuffed into an envelope.
"Who sent it?" Klein asked out of habit and reached out to take it.
Reinette Tinekerr's four heads opened their mouths one after another.
"I don't like …" "Nicknames …" "Of …" "Sharon …"
PS: The first monthly ticket in August will be updated. Seeking monthly tickets during the double period ~
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