When evil gods hold a meeting in my head

Temporary inspection room.

Richard didn't have time to think about Alice anymore, so he simply filled out the registration form. The form simply asked "when, where, and what you did," and he filled it all out honestly, although most of the information was made up on the spot.

After all, sneaking into a lab, "hypnotizing" a parrot, and finding a strange ice block is an incredibly dangerous undertaking...

Just as Richard was about to leave the school, he unexpectedly saw Mrs. Rosalie registering as well!

The other person also saw him.

Rosalie, holding the incomplete form, walked up to Richard and said, "What a coincidence, Richard."

"Sister Rosalie, what are you doing here?"

Rosalie let out a bell-like laugh, making no attempt to hide her delight. She used to blush at first hearing Richard call her "sister," but now she actually enjoyed it!

How come I never noticed before that this child is so sensible!

She took out an exquisite medical kit with white background and red lettering: "I'm here to help Professor Edmund get something. He's a stingy guy; he won't even buy another one of something this cheap."

"Edmund? Is that the eccentric medical professor? You mentioned before that you knew a professor..."

"Yes! It's him." Rosalie subtly pointed at Richard with her index finger, feigning a threat, "You actually said he has a strange personality, which is true... but I'll tell him!"

You clearly think so yourself! Edmund is not only a professor, but also the head of the school's academic affairs office. He frequently contacts students and organizes files, and his temper is notoriously eccentric...

Richard shook his head and gave a wry smile: "Don't be like that, Sister Rosalie."

Seeing that her threat had worked, Rosalie then asked, "So, did you find the tickets for the 'Steam Gallery'?"

Oh! Damn it! How could I forget the tickets... Richard guiltily pulled his hat down a little lower and kept scratching his brow.

"See? I knew you wouldn't find it! You know what? When you're actually embarrassed, you pretend to be even more embarrassed!"

Rosalie seemed to have expected this, and the next second, she pulled out a yellow and blue ticket from her pocket, exactly the same as Richard's!

"Guess how it came to be?"

"Hmm... it must have been given to you by Professor Edmund," Richard concluded.

"Smart! I helped him get the medical kit, and he gave me the tickets. Isn't that a steal?" Rosalie carefully put away the tickets.

Richard was surprised that Rosalie actually wanted to visit the gallery with him. He felt really bad... Actually, it was just something he said casually, Richard thought to himself.

He looked at his landlady and couldn't bring himself to refuse. After all, it would be hard to find a landlord in the entire city of Metz who would tolerate a tenant not paying rent for three consecutive months!

"That's a huge profit!"

"That way, we can go to the gallery together! Come to think of it, it's been a long time since I've traveled far, especially to a place with such an artistic atmosphere," Rosalie said sincerely.

"That's wonderful, Sister Rosalie!" Richard replied insincerely.

The landlady was a sociable but also pragmatic woman. Her desire to visit the art gallery with Richard was simply because she had nothing better to do. When people are bored out of their minds, they can even watch a street painter painting with great interest for hours…

"Ughhhhh!"

Just then, a few birds chirped from inside Richard's top hat.

Oh no, the professor's bird is chirping... He quickly coughed, trying to cover up the unpleasant sound.

But Rosalie's eyes already showed a hint of doubt, and she asked uncertainly, "Did you... hear anything?"

"No!" Richard said matter-of-factly.

What normal person would hide a bird on their head?

Such a person may exist, but it can't be me!

"It seems very weak, it's about to die," Rosalie whispered.

"Is that so?" Richard asked doubtfully, he hesitated for a moment, considering the consequences of exposing the parrot.

The landlady probably isn't the kind of jerk who pretends to be kind to get close to me and then secretly cast illusions on me! But hiding the parrot isn't all bad; at least it saves me a lot of unnecessary trouble.

But what if the parrot really dies? How can I get information out of it then? No, it's not about getting information out of it. As humans, we should have reverence for life. I just wanted to save a fragile life...

Richard asked the other person, embarrassed, "What should we do?"

Rosalie was also stumped. She rested her chin on her hand and pondered for a long time, finally her eyes lit up as if she had thought of something:

"We can go to Professor Edmund's place. He's a professor of medicine and quite knowledgeable about birds. He's helping set up the 'Steam Gallery' right now! It should only take half an hour by carriage."

"carriage……"

"I'll pay!" Rosalie declared immediately!

Well done, rich lady!

Richard excitedly pulled Rosalie out of the university and hailed a carriage at the entrance. He helped her leap into the carriage and said to the driver, "East Lisbon Street, 'Steam Lane' Gallery!"

On the speeding carriage.

Richard admired the surrounding scenery, the distant church, and the occasional, deep, resonant chimes of its bells.

The gray fog cut the sky in two, and vendors were pushing carts and calling out their wares on the street. An old woman wrapped in an old headscarf was holding a hard, long loaf of bread and haggling with the vendor.

During the journey, Rosalie instructed Richard:

"Don't let it show later that you're a lazy bum who avoids paying rent. Edmund hates people who don't keep their promises, and that hatred will be amplified just because you're a student in Tehran... Oh, and you'll have to pay interest on your future carriage fares, understand?"

Didn't you say you'd be coming out...? Richard's eyes narrowed into one large and one small eye.

After feeling a pang of regret for his wallet, he dismissed Rosalie's advice.

He couldn't imagine what kind of mental state he would be in to mention that he was a poor student who couldn't afford rent when seeking help from a professor to treat his parrot.

These are completely unrelated!

After a forty-minute journey, the two successfully arrived at the "Steam Columns" gallery.

"In the end, I still came to the gallery..."

As the evening sun shone through the openwork dome, casting a gentle, warm yellow light, the towering bronze gate blocked the crowds who wanted to go inside.

In the crowd, Richard heard the heavy and magnificent classical music coming from inside. Everyone around him had a shocked expression on their face because of the gallery's grand decorations!

Rosalie walked up to the guard at the door. "Could I come in for a moment? I need to speak with Professor Edmund."

"Edmund...do you think just anyone can meet a highly respected professor?"

"We know each other..."

"There was another bastard just now who claimed to know Professor Edmund. But actually, he was just trying to sneak into the gallery!" The guard shoved Rosalie aside; he didn't want these con artists to disrupt his work any further.

As the crowd surged, Rosalie, who was originally in front of Richard, was instantly pushed to a short distance behind him.

Rosalie said helplessly, "I can't get in!"

I hate this about humans: they're arrogant, unreasonable, cowardly, and easily angered!

Have you forgotten that you were once human? If you didn't have these "great" traits, you wouldn't have become like this...

Don't get too excited, everyone... former humans...

Richard pinched the bridge of his nose and said, "Wait a moment."

He was very understanding of these migrant workers who were trying their best to do their jobs, but he did have an urgent matter to attend to—the parrot he was holding seemed to be about to collapse; its breathing was getting weaker and weaker, and its chest was no longer visible to the naked eye.

Try experiencing what it's like to be "hypnotized." It's not bad, and you might only get one chance in your life...

Walking up to the guard, he lightly snapped his fingers with his right hand: "Have you forgotten? Professor Edmund told you that two friends would be visiting him today!"

pat!

The ring emitted a burst of purple light, and the mist, under Richard's control, was directed towards the guard's nasal cavity.