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Like a final verdict, Turing snapped her notebook shut, her decision made.
Eve, standing nearby, subtly furrowed her brow.
‘Is that… all there is to it? Are you certain Xiluo’er’s poison is so easily cured?’
Turing’s somewhat perfunctory demeanor seemed to leave Eve feeling uneasy.
“Hmm,” Turing nodded, barely sparing her a glance. “It doesn’t matter if you believe me or not. All that matters is that I guarantee the problem will be solved.”
“Albertson—”
Turing had already turned to find her assistant.
Eve remained silent for a moment, saying nothing further. Though she felt a flicker of worry for Xiluo’er, since Turing had given her word, Eve decided to trust her.
The President had specifically cautioned her that the chief member of The Erudite Club might have an eccentric temperament. Seeing her now, it was clear the rumors were true.
Even if Turing couldn’t resolve the issue, Eve knew she still had her own methods. If Turing proved unreliable, she could simply replenish Xiluo’er’s magic a few more times. It wasn’t that she *wanted* to replenish magic, of course; it was simply because Turing hadn’t solved the problem.
What was this called? This was called riding the tide!
Xiluo’er, meanwhile, was secretly observing Turing.
Fortunately, The Erudite Club’s chief member was much as she remembered her.
Xiluo and Turing had little interaction. In the stories of Lund City, they had barely exchanged a few words.
This was primarily because Turing was a person who marched to the beat of her own drum, only caring for her research and things that piqued her interest. Xiluo, a minor mole following the protagonist with no distinguishing features, naturally hadn’t captured her attention in the plot.
Now, with Turing showing no particular interest in her, Xiluo’er felt a slight sense of relief.
How to put it… perhaps yesterday evening’s incident with Ellen had left Xiluo’er with a lingering shadow of dread.
“Albertson, this paper, along with the items, needs to be sent to me later.”
“Also, the club’s regular meeting this afternoon—call me when it’s time.”
“That’s all. I’m going offline now.”
After giving these instructions, Turing tore the paper she had been scribbling on for half the day from her small notebook and handed it casually to Albertson.
Then, Turing, with her wavy blonde hair, suddenly seemed to transform into a puppet, resuming her stance with crossed arms beside Albertson, uttering not another word.
“So, Miss Xiluo’er, if we were to meet tomorrow, what time would suit you?”
Unlike Turing, Albertson, who had approached them, was noticeably more polite.
Ultimately, Albertson and Xiluo’er agreed to meet the following afternoon at a café in Lundburg.
Although it was merely a simple inquiry to understand the situation, Albertson still made it a formal affair, arranging to meet in a café that exuded an air of refined elegance.
Xiluo’er wasn’t overly flustered by Albertson’s somewhat excessive politeness, understanding that this was simply his nature.
Albertson was Turing’s sole assistant. After Turing founded The Erudite Club and irresponsibly became a hands-off manager, he was primarily responsible for handling the club’s miscellaneous affairs and Turing’s various arrangements. Even after Turing’s death, as the Lund storyline concluded, it was he who took over the remaining mess.
Albertson was the type of person who was humble and refined. Xiluo’er knew there was no need to be overly polite with someone of his character.
That was just how he was.
Thus, the following afternoon, around ten minutes early, Aila dropped Xiluo’er off at the agreed location.
Eve, feeling uneasy, had initially planned to accompany Xiluo’er. However, her poor aunt and uncle seemed to have an urgent matter that required her presence, so Eve had no choice but to ask someone from the Destiny Observation Society to go with Xiluo’er.
The result was that Aila, after dropping Xiluo’er at the café entrance, hastily fled, showing no intention of accompanying her inside.
According to Aila, the manuscript she had just finished writing last night was rejected by the editorial department that morning. She was desperate to return home and confront her work.
On the way, Xiluo’er had vaguely heard Aila mention a bit about her latest story—a love story between a frog and a princess.
A cursed prince, transformed into a frog, and a princess fell in love over time. Finally, with a true love’s kiss, the prince returned to his original form… only to be met with disgust from the princess, who preferred frogs. To win back his beloved, the prince and princess embarked on a shocking and deeply angsty love-hate saga.
Xiluo’er wasn’t sure about the “love-hate” and “angsty” elements, but she felt Aila had certainly nailed the “shocking” aspect.
Watching Aila’s retreating back, clutching a fountain pen and striding purposefully down the street after abandoning her at the café entrance, Xiluo’er sighed silently and pushed open the café door, stepping inside.
After a quick scan, Xiluo’er easily spotted Albertson at a prominent table.
Even though Aila had brought her ten minutes early, Albertson was, as expected, already waiting.
“Good afternoon, Miss Xiluo’er.”
Albertson smiled and extended his hand, shaking Xiluo’er’s. He didn’t omit these courtesies simply because she appeared to be a young girl.
“Oh, I apologize for keeping you waiting…”
Perhaps it was due to conversing with such a polite person, but Xiluo’er unconsciously became more courteous in her speech.
This was much like how she became less polite when speaking with Freya. Thinking about it, it must be Freya’s problem, not hers.
“Not at all. I just happened to finish my tasks quickly, so I’ve only just arrived.”
“Please order something first, Miss Xiluo’er.”
Albertson’s reply was indeed impeccable, and he took charge of ordering. Xiluo’er didn’t decline, taking the opportunity to observe her surroundings.
Checking unfamiliar environments for dangers was one of an assassin’s essential qualities. Although she was meeting someone from The Erudite Club, there shouldn’t be any real danger.
Albertson had chosen what appeared to be a rather expensive café; Xiluo’er could tell from the sparse clientele and the decor.
At that moment, the café wasn’t busy. After her gaze swept around the interior… it suddenly settled on a particular seat.
‘Damn it, she actually found the problem!’
Though outwardly calm, Xiluo’er’s heart was already racing.
‘This shouldn’t be happening. Why is she here?’
‘Based on their previous encounter, wasn’t she, like in the original, completely uninterested in me?’
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