Chapter 164: 100. Jasmine, Danger
After sending off Princess Elizabeth, Fisher only received a call from Trandal when it was almost evening. Originally, Fisher planned to inform Trandal about Elizabeth agreeing to their New Party’s request, but it turned out that Trandal was the one calling him first.
“Fisher, all the gold you entrusted me to sell has been dealt with, and I’m about to transfer it to your bank account. Your account hasn’t changed, right?”
“It hasn’t. I was just about to tell you that Her Highness Elizabeth has agreed to the transaction with your New Party.”
As soon as Fisher finished speaking, there was a light sound on the other end of the line, and something seemed to have dropped to the ground. Immediately after, it sounded like the phone receiver had been slammed on the table, causing Fisher to hold the receiver slightly further away from his ear.
After a second of waiting, Trandal’s excited voice came through,
“What? Really! Oh my god, I love you so much! You’re really fast! I thought it would take at least half a month before you talked to Elizabeth about this, since it’s quite an awkward situation for you to speak with the princess. You guys haven’t had a proper conversation since graduating from school, right?”
What do you mean I’m the one who’s fast?
Fisher sat in his office chair and felt powerless to comment on Trandal’s choice of words.
But after hearing what he said, he looked at the coffee cup that only had a little bit left and, after a moment of contemplation, replied, “Yeah.”
“By the way, I almost forgot to tell you something. This morning, the party leader inquired about it while having breakfast with former Minister Dires. He mentioned the letter that the Child of the Sea sent to him earlier.”
Minister Dires is Dexter’s teacher and has a very good relationship with him. Prince Dexter often visits this teacher from the Golden Palace to listen to his advice, so it’s perfectly normal for the New Party leader to obtain information from former Minister Dires.
After listening, Fisher pulled a piece of paper from a nearby notebook and, gripping his pen, earnestly listened to Trandal’s account,
“Uh-huh, what did he say?”
“Dires asked Prince Dexter about that letter, but Prince Dexter said he was unaware of the letter and didn’t know who would write a letter to him.”
This raises some intriguing points. If that letter was indeed sent to Dexter by Jasmine, it would imply he previously borrowed a relic from Jasmine’s mother and agreed to return it next year.
Dires is undoubtedly one of Dexter’s closest confidants. The fact that even this teacher didn’t want to divulge the details could either mean he truly doesn’t know or he is concealing it for other purposes.
On the other side of the phone, Trandal’s voice continued,
“Dexter said that letter wasn’t addressed to him; it was just delivered to the mailbox at the Golden Palace. According to protocol, letters without an addressee are handled by the administrative department. Only after the department reads them and finds no resolution do they pass them on to the prince.”
“After all, it wasn’t specifically addressed to anyone, and the letter was poorly formatted. Prince Dexter even suspects it might be a prank from Isabel from back when she was a child.”
As he said this, Trandal felt a bit guilty; after all, he had assured Fisher that the letter had some relation to the Ocean Subhumans. If this turned out to be a prank within the Golden Palace, it would be quite amusing.
In that case, Fisher would have done them a favor for nothing. The New Party would probably only be able to help him nominate a new educational reform bill, but Fisher has never been interested in such matters.
However, Fisher didn’t mind at all; he just frowned and quietly pondered.
If that letter really wasn’t meant for Dexter, then who was it meant for?
“I understand. Please keep an eye out for any other information and call me if there’s anything.”
“Okay, I will pay more attention.”
After ending the call, Fisher finished the coffee in his cup. He was about to leave the office to wash the cup when he suddenly noticed a small jar left on the sofa where Elizabeth had been sitting.
The jar was well-packaged, and when Fisher picked it up, he found a note attached to it, written in neat handwriting, stating,
“This warming tea was brought back from Selikang Port. Drinking coffee can make it easy to have insomnia, so feel free to use this instead if you feel drowsy while writing.”
It seems Elizabeth has learned how to secretly give gifts at some point.
Fisher smiled slightly as he looked at the small jar containing the leaves, then placed it next to his desk to enjoy later.
Then, Fisher left his office to go back and rest.
Saint Nali University, having few students, felt rather deserted. Fisher didn’t plan to go far back to his rental place for rest tonight; instead, he would just rest in the faculty dormitory.
Speaking of which, it seemed that he was the only professor here constantly taking advantage of the school’s resources, collecting desserts, dormitory amenities, and theater tickets, all in a way of making full use of what was available.
Many gentlemen from Saint Nali University either had families and did not need to live here or were too prideful to stay in the dorms provided by the school, preferring to travel far back to their own homes even if it meant missing out on the benefits offered by the school.
Previously, Fisher lacked material conditions, but now that he had suddenly become more financially comfortable, he still wanted to keep living without spending money.
Such a mindset made Fisher feel somewhat helpless.
He reflected on his thoughts while preparing to hand over his dirty clothes for free cleaning by the staff in the faculty dormitory when a beautiful girl walked toward him, giving him a slight smile before she passed by him towards the girls’ dormitory.
Fisher initially thought she was a student who hadn’t left the school, but after taking a step or two, he suddenly stopped and turned to call out to the girl who was gradually walking away,
“Wait a moment, student.”
The girl paused, turned around, and looked at him with a questioning expression,
“Is there something, teacher?”
Fisher smiled faintly, pulled out a note from his pocket, folded it, and handed it to her, requesting,
“It’s like this. I’m Trandal, a third-year professor at the Magic Academy. Could you please pass this note to the dorm supervisor in the girls’ dormitory?”
The girl looked a little surprised at first but then gladly took the note from Fisher’s hand, smiling, “Sure, no problem.”
However, when she reached out to pull the note away, she found that no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t take it away. She froze for a moment, then looked up and met Fisher’s slightly cold gaze.
“Teacher?”
“Student, there are no third-year students in our school.”
After saying this, Fisher abruptly seized the girl’s wrist, using force and speed to swiftly subdue her.
But when Fisher began to apply pressure, he realized it felt like he was squeezing a piece of clay, causing her hand to distort under his grip.
“Why are you being so nosy, teacher?”
The girl’s voice suddenly turned cold, and then her entire body shot upwards as if her spine had suddenly doubled in length, stretching her previously smooth skin along with it.
At the same time, her skin was extremely elastic; even being stretched like this did not cause any damage, only making the blue veins beneath it very pronounced.
What he originally grasped was now as pliable as mud, curling back around him, and the girl bent down, clearly trying to envelop Fisher.
Fisher hadn’t brought his staff, but since the Fluid Sword was easy to carry, he always kept it with him.
At this moment of crisis, he shook the black hilt of the Fluid Sword from his sleeve and swung it at the creature before him. The blade struck her body with force, causing her skin to burst open and spew forth a foul-smelling blood that resembled mud.
Fisher suddenly retreated a distance, and from the bushes, several shadows rushed toward him. He turned back and swung his weapon again, slicing through those shadows, which also emitted the same repugnant liquid.
It seemed like ever since he obtained the Fluid Sword gifted by Ramastia, Fisher found it much easier to use than the staff he received from Renee, so he hadn’t been using the staff much lately.
But it was only in combat; it was certainly not out of a desire for something new—Fisher felt the need to emphasize that.
At this moment, as Fisher looked closely, he noticed that those eerie shadows were all wearing Saint Nali University staff uniforms, but their expressions were blank, their bodies cold, and their eyes hollow as they looked at him standing in place.
“Teacher, where is Jasmine?”
“Teacher, where is Jasmine?”
In the darkness, countless figures, either crawling or scaling the walls with their limbs outstretched, began to chant in whispers, sending chills down Fisher’s spine. However, after hearing them, Fisher frowned.
Does someone know about Jasmine being an Ocean Subhuman?
Fisher turned to look toward the girls’ dormitory behind him, which shimmered with faint lights. Since there were hardly any people in the entire school, the streetlights nearby remained off, contributing to the pervasive darkness between the buildings, giving an impression of being endless.
“Jasmine!”
The bizarre humanoid creatures behind him whispered, and Fisher immediately turned and slashed, severing several shadows at the waist; once those figures died, they would dissolve completely in a few seconds, leaving no trace behind.
In the distant building, strange moving figures continuously flashed by the lighted windows, heading toward the few rooms with lights on.
Currently, only Jasmine’s room remained lit up in the entire dormitory building, while the dorm staff at the bottom were missing in action.
The night wind swept across Saint Nali University, bringing not a sound with it, leaving only a silence as deep as death.
Jasmine, danger.
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