Monday, December 12, 1352.

Backlund University of Technology King's College.

As before, Melissa pushed open the door of the office earlier than before.

When the pocket watch pointed to seven o'clock, the air in the studio suddenly became a little cold.

But Melissa was prepared.

Carrying the messenger with four heads, Ms. Reinette Tinekerr outlined her figure in the room. She was still wearing a gothic gothic black dress.

Melissa lifted her skirt, ready to say hello to Miss Messenger.

But she was a little surprised to find that Ms. Reinette Tinekerr seemed to come empty-handed this time.

"Good morning." Melissa blinked, "Ms. Reinette Tinekerr."

"Melissa..." "Good morning..."

The four heads said in turn:

"This week..." "Igna..."

"No..." "To..." "You..." "Write a letter..."

"Huh?" Melissa was startled.

Melissa's first reaction was whether Igna was short of "postage".

But then Melissa thought about it, and it seemed that something was wrong.

If it's really because of lack of "postage", how did Miss Courier end up here?

"Did something happen to him?" Melissa asked immediately.

No matter how busy Igna's work was, he was able to find time to write letters.

If he is really too busy, he will also ask the messenger to bring a condolence message with only a few lines, as well as some local specialties. Just like last week.

"I'm not so sure either…"

Reinette Tinekerr replied.

"Last week..." "He..." "Give me the letter..." "When..."

"It seems..." "There is..." "Some..." "Things on my mind..."

"He..." "In the letter..." "He mentioned..." "Did you..."

Melissa froze.

Last week... last week, his letter was a little too short.

Basically just told her that he had successfully promoted to a mystic. In addition, the preparation and implementation of the seventh version of the Silver City Planning has been completed.

And then, nothing.

Thinking of this, Melissa suddenly felt an inexplicable tension.

he has something on his mind...

But he didn't say anything in the letter.

Is there something wrong with the work in the City of Silver?

Another thought popped out of nowhere.

No, Melissa also quickly denied this possibility.

Igna is rarely overly bothered by business matters. And if there is a bottleneck at work, he will not worry alone silently.

He will be very frank in the letter asking for her opinion. In the past few months, Melissa has also provided quite a few ideas of her own for the City of Silver's tour build efforts.

So... what the **** happened.

Melissa couldn't help but clenched her skirt tightly.

"No." Melissa shook her head, "He didn't say anything in last week's letter."

"It's just that last week, his tone seemed a little lacklustre."

Melissa glanced back at the thick stack of letters on the table, and the lemon tea and lemon pie she had brought from home this week.

She originally wanted to ask Miss Messenger to bring these things to Igna besides thanking Miss Messenger. She did it herself over the weekend under Ruth's guidance.

But now it seems...

After thinking about it, Melissa made a serious decision.

"Do you know where he is now?" she asked solemnly.

"Can we go find him together?"

She wanted to deliver the cake to him herself.

If he really has any unresolvable worries, she also hopes that she can share one or two for him at this time.

Reinette Tinekerr's eight blood-red eyes blinked at the same time.

But immediately, a very regretful expression appeared on the four bright and majestic faces of the messenger lady.

"I..." "I don't know..." "He..." "Where..."

"Today..." "Want to..." "Find him..." "Confirm..."

"But..." "He is now..." "Yes..." "Mystic..."

"He..." "Hiding..." "Myself..." "Hiding..."

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Saturday night, December 24, 1352 at 22:45.

Igna Sue Leelance's second play, The House by the Sea, is on its third and final day.

However, tickets for the Trafalgar Theater were still hard to come by, and even standing tickets were sold out.

Moreover, after the performance ended, the cheers in the venue could not end for a long time. The staff also allowed the audience to cheer and jump for joy, asking them to express their most sincere congratulations and blessings to the performers.

Melissa quietly came to the backstage of the show.

At this time, all the theater actors have gone to the stage, so the preparation room is empty.

This is not the first time that Melissa has slipped in. In the past three days, during a total of six performances, she has quietly come to the stage preparation room at this time.

At this time, the prep room looked messy because no one had tidied it up, and the make-up tools used by many actors before going on stage were scattered on the table.

Perhaps it was because it was the last performance, so the preparation room at this time looked as chaotic as it was a few days ago.

However, everyone has a bouquet of flowers on their desktop.

It's not the congratulatory bouquets that only the protagonists receive like in the past, but flowers are placed on the table of every actor and every staff member.

Moreover, each bouquet of flowers is also inserted with a delicate card.

Melissa approached on tiptoe and quietly picked up one of them.

"To Miss Grint, the actress, for the most perfect performance of Christina.—Igna Sue Leelance."

Look at the next one.

"To the actor Mr. Holland, thank you for bringing Thomas himself to life from the script. —Igna Sue Leelance."

The familiar handwriting suddenly appeared on the paper. Melissa's hand couldn't help but clenched tightly.

This was the first time in two weeks that she was so close to Igna.

She looked for him for two weeks.

But never succeeded in seeing him.

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Actually, Melissa received a letter from Igna this week.

This week, like last week, Igna sent her a text.

There wasn't much in the letter, just a brief apology for not sending a letter in the previous week. He also explained that he needed a period of new travel and precipitation because of the digestion of the magic potion of the mystic.

In a few words, he wrote some little things he saw during his travels. The length is still not long.

Ms. Reinette Tinekerr also told Melissa about her meeting with Igna this week.

"He..." "It's fine..." "Body..." "Very good..."

"Just..." "Spirit..." "Some..." "Sluggish..."

"No..." "Contaminated..." "of..." "Traces..."

"It's safe..." "You can..." "Don't worry..." "It's..."

But Melissa has her own opinion.

The content reflected in the letter is more intuitive to her.

He wasn't doing so well.

However, when Melissa proposed to meet Igna, Ms. Reinette Tineker shook her head and expressed her powerlessness.

"Sorry..." "I..." "Can't find..." "He..."

"Except..." "Send a letter..." "The..." "When..."

Mystic...

How difficult is it to find a mystic who deliberately hides himself, a mystic who can't even locate an angel-level messenger?

Melissa closed her eyes.

She glanced at the writing on the card again, then quietly put the greeting card back.

Judging from the state of the flowers, these flowers...should have just been placed here.

Probably also at most 3 minutes ago.

Melissa used the appraiser's ability to make a full judgment.

very good.

Melissa clenched her fist quietly to cheer herself up.

Her analysis was not wrong. Igna really gave the actors bouquets during the last performance.

She was about to find him.

She must be able to find him.

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Saturday, December 24, 1352 at 23:45.

The Trafalgar Theater finally sent off the last batch of guests of the day.

The field staff carefully cleaned the sanitation of the field.

The guests who can come to the theater are well-bred, so their job is not to clean up, but to see if any guests have missed anything.

Only one staff member picked up 15 Ruen gold pounds on the floor of box 14. Although the blank envelope said "ticket fee", the staff still sent it to the lost and found office.

After the inspection was over, the lighting engineer turned off the last light in the theater, and UU Reading www.uukanshu.com was about to ride a bicycle back to the rented apartment.

There was silence on the stage.

But in the empty space next to the chair in box 14 on the second floor, there seemed to be a sudden fluctuation of the curtain.

A gentleman in a neat three-piece suit just walked out of it.

Black hair and blue eyes, neatly dressed in a gentleman's three-piece suit.

He stood quietly in the box and looked at the empty stage.

for a long time. for a long time.

Almost like a lonely statue.

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Note 1: Refer to the abilities of the mystic, Volume 6 Light Chaser, Chapter 44 The Lion Fights the Rabbit.

Another note: House by the Sea, Zweig's play.

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