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Chapter 188 The Parthenon and the Disasters of War
After finishing the conversation with the postman.

Dean Karl put away the letter.

Right now.

The brass telephone rang and he picked up the receiver slowly.

The message came from the receiver:
“The deal from Isaiah is done.

Vice President Karl, we acted quickly and have completed the first phase of the abyss cleanup."

Hear this.

Vice President Karl of Wanling College asked calmly:
"So, how many men did we lose after getting involved in the war at the Parthenon?"

"The current statistics show that 370 second-level transcendents were seriously injured and 26 died.

The third-level loss was still those three people.

The fourth-level astronomer confirmed that the orbit of the Heinsbrot space station was stable.

Headed to the Alps region.

He said that there has been a phenomenon of star trails falling recently.

This is just the academy side, and the number of bounty hunter associations has not yet been counted."

The receiver was put down and the call was hung up.

In silence.

He was lost in thought.

The postman, playing with the pale white pigeon feather in his hand, raised his head and looked into the darkness in the corner of the desk.

then.

He replied calmly:
"I can pretend I didn't hear anything, Mr. Dean."

"With the advent of the Age of Origin, the power of the Abyss Sect has become stronger and stronger."

"This is your choice."

Hear this.

Dean Karl called a scholar who was on his way to St. Petersburg.

Half a minute later.

Director Mellen's calm voice sounded:
“Karl, if you need to retrieve the data, just log in to my account.

Just a reminder, this is the fifteenth time you have interrupted me at tea time."

But this time, the dean shook his head:

“We may need to end the war at the Parthenon High Ruins.

Although we urgently need the support provided by Isaiah Life Sciences.

But the latest relic point.

Do you know how many people will be filled in?
The threat of the Abyss Sect cannot be eliminated even if the true Age of Interstellar Navigation arrives."

Director Mellen knew that it was a serious matter. He put down the coffee cup in his hand and replied calmly:
“The European Academy of Sciences currently adheres to the ‘Star Sea Eldest Son Theory’.

There is a stalemate with the "Dark Forest Theory" of Huaxia Yunzhou Academy of Sciences.

But I think Yunzhou Academy of Sciences is obviously more trustworthy.

after all.

It is reported that.

They control the meteorites of the Haixu civilization.

Moreover.

As long as there are people who want to gain more knowledge, nonsense and mutation will appear.

This situation is relatively stable at the second level, but it may not be the case after the third and fourth levels.

This matter should be clear between you and me.”

"I see.

But death.

It’s not an easy thing for humans.”

now.

The postman from the Commonwealth decided to leave here because he was afraid that he might be killed if he didn't leave.

He lowered the brim of his hat slightly.

Then he said in a very pure English voice:
"Dean Karl von Palmer, a new era has arrived.

To me, we all eventually reach that destination called 'death' one day.

Earlier, later.

What difference will it make?”

"It's a great quest, Mr. Postman."

Dean Karl von Palmer said as he stood in front of a lavender model of the ruins.
“Perhaps this is also the need of the [audience] sequence.”

"Sir, that's natural. That's the duty of the Traveler and the Recorder."

The postman left the 'letter' he brought

A relic from the border of the Abyss.

Dean Karl shrugged calmly:

"The idea that role-playing can reduce loss of control still applies. It seems you've done a good job."

“Roleplay.

What an old saying.

Do modern Tower School or Academic School magicians still retain the promotion path to [Secret Keeper]?
All Souls College, Cambridge, is already very tolerant of Muggles.

No wonder after crossing the ten and four-ninths train platform.

Those of so-called 'noble blood' still need six years of [apprenticeship] to be screened.

boring. "

After saying this, Mr. Postman went downstairs.

He adjusted his postman's red feathered hat.

Humming English folk songs from the suburbs of London.

He took out a bunch of keys from his pocket and unlocked his red-painted bicycle parked downstairs of the laboratory at Cambridge University.

The students walking back and forth on campus didn't pay much attention to him.

of course.

The postman position.

Perhaps as early as the invention of radio.

The significance of its existence gradually diminishes.

Even if Wanling College makes an offer to Wanling College with a dark gold frame, it will first be confirmed by email.

But what does it matter?

Dean Carl looked out the window.

There.

A bicycle painted red rode slowly through the light snow in London.

now.

Pale white snowflakes were floating in the sky.

The students around:

In addition to the athletic youths who are preparing to participate in the Department of Life Sciences' [Weight Loss Plan] in exchange for pounds, they need to specifically calculate their calorie consumption.

Most of them were wrapped in thick cotton clothes.

She also wore a blue scarf with a blue and white stripe.

For the English.

The blue scarf and black windbreaker are the embodiment of gentlemanly demeanor.

The same applies.

For England, the winter may be even longer.

The Postman straightened the brim of his hat.

He rode towards the school gate, but he didn't feel any signs of cold, and his body was not affected by the cold air at all.

perhaps.

If the Dutch physicist Huygens were here.

It is probably hard to imagine why the wind resistance disappeared silently beside him.

Riding his bike, the postman said silently:

“Aurora sent me alone.

He didn't even bother to negotiate with the 1.5 Degree Coordination Bureau in Cambridge, and couldn't even see the eye of the storm.

My letter can be delivered to the ruins of the Nibelungen Stairs.

That would be really strange.”

far away.

Those magnificent and huge black building complexes were gradually blurred by the quietly falling snowflakes.

All that remained was the sound of the bells ringing continuously.

Dean Carl needs this letter.

The postman from England thought:

perhaps.

Also because.

Christmas is approaching.

Simultaneously.

The other side of the world:
Central Europe.

Poland, Pomerania, Gdansk.

This is very different from snowy London, Cambridgeshire or Moscow.

Because of the intervention of the North Atlantic Current.

The whole city is still wrapped in the rare warm sunshine.

Su Wen took a photo of Angelica next to the Golden Gate in Gdansk.

then.

Several people walked into a nearby Polish souvenir shop.

Polish style.

It is probably somewhat similar to Peru, with bright and bold color combinations as the main feature.

Simultaneously.

Noah also said as if he knew them all:

“It is a Polish knitting style made of various patterns.

of course.

Besides.

The embroidery from Łowicz and the small sailing boats in the lake area with the words "Warmia and Masuria" engraved on them.

Small blue glass sculptures from Olsztynek, candlesticks from Toruń, gingerbread, beaver fur, belts from Srokowo, and emblems of various cities are probably all souvenirs worth buying.

Kevin.

I recommend you buy some to take back with you.

(End of this chapter)