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"Why?"

"Last night, I was going to the free school in the East..."

Edward recounted what happened last night, and Audrey's eyes widened after hearing it. "So, it was Mr. Fool's followers who killed Kapin and freed the kidnapped girls, and you... just emptied Kapin's safe?"

"Yes. _Hong.Te! Xiao\Tax·Wang· ￠Crown, waste·Read?黩*"

It was a pity that when she came here, she had imagined a series of heroic scenes of Edward the Thief and the Dark Emperor. It turned out that he was just there to pick up some bargains.

"Is that Favored One Mr. World?"

"I don't know about that, but when I went there, I saw him confronting two powerful demigods."

"Ah, that shouldn't be Mr. World."

Audrey worriedly, "Will this be bad for the follower?"

"There's nothing wrong with it. I believe that His Excellency the Favored One doesn't care about this little money at all! He is a hero who fights against evil and upholds justice. Taking this money away is the biggest insult to him."

Edward said in a resounding voice, "This is Mr. Fool's Favored One."

Audrey suddenly realized: "Oh, yeah~ Next time at the Tarot Club, I will definitely ask Mr. Fool to express my respect to that Favored One!"

...

Minsk Street 13.

"A-choo!"

Klein sneezed, then looked at the morning paper in his hand in confusion:

"What the hell, what safe? It's not mine, I don't have it, I don't know!"

"Oh my god? There are tens of thousands of gold pounds in there? My heart aches."

"Wait, the Tower and Justice cards were left in the safe?"

At that time, I clearly just scattered a handful of tarot cards on Kapin, and I didn't even see the safe, so how could these two tarot cards be left behind?

It must have been framed by the person who took the things from the safe!

"But...it happens to be a Justice card and a Tower card."

Klein raised his eyebrows. "Could it be Edward and Miss Justice who did it? We must ask them."

He put the newspaper down and stared at the big words: "The Black Emperor, the hero, the hope of Backlund... Oh, I can't afford it. I'm sorry, but I'm sorry."

He drank the Xibe black tea in his cup in one gulp and stood up:

"Let's go to the Lemon Bar first. If I can't find Barron and there are no clues, I can only report what I have investigated so far to Prince Edessak. As for the rest..."

Klein put on his hat and walked out of the house with his palm in hand. "Let's take it one step at a time."

...

Forth and Hugh's rental house in Cherwood.

Fors sat at the desk, holding a pen in her hand, her chin propped up, feeling drowsy. She had only started writing on the manuscript paper in front of her, and then it stopped abruptly.

"Drool is dripping onto the table!"

Xio's voice suddenly came.

Fors hurriedly sucked hard and reached out to wipe the corner of her mouth. Only then did she realize that Xio had tricked her. "Where am I drooling?"

Xio was sitting on the sofa, putting on his boots and pinning the triangular spikes on his back. He then stood up and jumped on the spot: "Look at you, you said you would get up early in the morning to finish your manuscript, but you started to feel sleepy when you sat at the table. You might as well get enough sleep from the beginning."

Fors yawned. "I...I just had a burst of inspiration last night and smoked all the cigarettes in one go. I didn't have anything to smoke this morning, so I'm so listless, okay?"

Xio was shocked: "You bought so many cigarettes just a few days ago? And you finished them so quickly?"

Fors stood up. "What do you think? People say that novelists work with their brains, but in fact, they are physical laborers! If you want to write quickly, you have to work hard. You don't know how inhuman the new editor-in-chief of the Backlund Daily is. Oh, I miss that guy!"

"Okay, I'm going to go buy some cigarettes."

"Wait a minute, Fors."

"I think you had better open the letter Mr. Laurence has sent you," cried Hugh.

Fors folded her arms and laughed: "Let's not talk about the issue of morality for now. Why do you care so much about this, Hugh?"

She immediately said in a serious tone, "You said that Mr. Lawrence and Mr. Dorian might be some Abraham... the family that has the formula for the Apprentice Path. If you can get access to the subsequent formula through them and advance to a higher sequence, you may not need to be bothered by the full moon's mumbling. *Seconds+Cockroach, Conclusion~Xiao\Tax_Wang~ `Has been_Published'Zui¨Xin`Cockroach, Conclusion·"

I no longer need to worry about the full moon whispers, and with Mr. Gaota here, I can always buy some subsequent recipes for the apprentice - provided I have money.

Fors: "Thank you, Xio, you still care about me the most."

"Of course!"

"Well, I'll think about it before I buy cigarettes."

Xio waved his hand, "Okay, then I won't go out for now and wait for you to come back. Go ahead, big smoker!"

"Hey hey little guy!"

"Who are you calling short?!"

Hugh was immediately furious, and Fors ran for his life.

Chapter 322 Bernadette's Advice

The murder of Kapin was only on the "headlines" in Backlund for half a day before the heat gradually faded. If the human trafficking behind him was not completely exposed, this would be just one of the murders that occurred in the East District every year.

It's just that the person who died was a rich man, which caused some discussion among others.

But the military would naturally not allow the Kapin incident to continue to ferment, so by the afternoon, the incident became the "East District tycoon was robbed and murdered" headline in the newspaper, and it was replaced by the gossip "A nobleman was discovered sleeping with his friend's wife and fled naked along the street."

Edward put down the newspaper and smiled helplessly: As expected, the best way to control public opinion is to control the media. What ordinary people know is always what the media lets them know.

Today was a rare day without anything to do. Bernadette hadn't replied to his messages yet, Audrey had a psychology class today, and no one else came to see him. Edward and Lilith "wasted" the whole day at home.

It was not until 7 o'clock in the evening, when Lilith slipped out to perform, that he rushed to the free school to teach the children.

A girl named Daisy also came today. She was one of the first few students to accept Edward's class as a mentor. She listened to the class and took notes seriously from beginning to end. It was hard to tell that she had just experienced a terrible kidnapping not long ago.

Well, for a child like her who was born in the lowest class of society, she has neither the time nor the energy to be afraid. If she can survive such difficult days, what else is there to be afraid of?

After half an hour of cramming, Daisy and the others left to teach different classes. Edward should have been patrolling each class like the other two teachers.

But he found time to go out.

At 8 o'clock, a strong aroma made the students who were listening to the class attentively swallow their saliva and look out the window. Many of them came to class on an empty stomach, and even those who had dinner only had some simple black bread.

The principal then walked into each class and called the children out again, "Children, this is the dinner that Mr. Edward prepared for you. Everyone line up here to receive the food."

In the open space outside the classroom, there were pieces of bread and a large pot of lamb stew. Two teachers stood there and were responsible for distributing food to the children.

All the students' eyes lit up at once, and then they looked at Edward and thanked him loudly at the same time: "Thank you, Mr. Edward."

"You're welcome, come and line up."

The children immediately lined up in two lines and went forward to receive their food - two or three pieces of bread and a bowl of lamb stew for each person. Although the school occasionally provided dinner in the past, it was never as sumptuous as tonight.

For many children, this might be the most sumptuous dinner they have ever had.

Edward walked up to the principal and said, "I will provide you with a sum of money every month. You can use it to find a few more teachers and provide food for these children regularly."

"Thank you so much for this."

She grabbed Edward's hand and thanked him repeatedly.

Edward was a little embarrassed. Compared with the wealth he had now, the little money he took out was nothing.

But he would not really give all his money to charity. He was not so saintly - just like the last time he treated those homeless people to food in the cafe, if he saw it, he would lend a hand.

Even a truly good man like Klein can only help a small number of people whom he has seen and understood. Of course, he will also go all out to avenge those ordinary people who died in the conspiracy of ambitious people.

Edward felt that he could use Klein as his moral benchmark in this regard. If he tried to learn 70% or 80% from him, he should be able to surpass the moral level of most people.

The principal then said, "Mr. Edward, you won't be coming after tonight, right?"

Edward smiled and said, "It just doesn't come too often."

She didn't say much. Over the years, many teachers have come and gone in this free school, and even few of the poor children who came from the school are willing to come back.

At least Edward promised to donate a certain amount of money every month, which would obviously be of greater help to the school.

"Okay, I'll be leaving first then."

Edward waved and left the free school.

He came here to experiment with the role of "mentor". Now that the results of the experiment are out, there is no need for him to stay.

As soon as I walked out of the school, vines fell from the sky. Bernadette, dressed in explorer clothes, appeared silently. She looked a little curious: "What are you doing here?"

Edward shrugged. "Of course it's a good deed. I've been a teacher here for two days, and I promised the principal that I would donate a sum of money to them every month."

Bernadette folded her arms and said calmly, "For Extraordinary people, any behavior that is illogical and incomprehensible can be regarded as acting."

"…"

"Among the 22 paths, the only one who needs to be a teacher to impart knowledge... seems to be the reader?"

Edward said, "But I am a traveler on the Apprentice Path, and I have nothing to do with the reader."

Bernadette raised her eyebrows. "Have you forgotten that I was the one who gave you the Scholar Beyonder characteristic last time?"

"Uh, I collected that for someone else."

Edward tried to argue.

She didn't ask any more questions, "What do you want from me?"

"Oh, I want to leave Backlund and play the role of a traveler, but didn't you say before that the disaster in Backlund was very close?"

"But I also said that I couldn't give an exact time for that disaster."

As she spoke, Bernadette's blue eyes suddenly became deep and empty, as if she was looking into the future through the night. After a moment, her breath was choked, and she stumbled and fell to the side.

Edward subconsciously held her arm, "Are you okay?"

She shook her head. "I still can't see it clearly, but I'm sure... it's very close."

"So, your suggestion is that I should stay in Backlund?"