The students who can participate in the Lawrence Riel Academy must be absolutely outstanding talents, so they have a little more pride as a pride of heaven. The professors in the college applied for this joint operation to the Night Watcher in order to let them truly understand what extraordinary is.

The Night Watch organization has always been very streamlined. If it weren't for the Zero Degree Observation Bureau's analysis of the revival of the earth's veins, the Clock Tower predicted that the Golden Age of the Fifth Age would be coming in the middle of the 21st century, and Laurenz Riel would continue to be a research academy.

The changes in the extraordinary world are not as obvious as the advancement of technology has brought about changes in life. This is like the rapid development of 5G, IoT devices, cloud computing, and edge computing silently promoting the hyper-convergence of the industrial Internet.

At this moment, ordinary people will only care about the movies released next year, or compare the differences between Huawei and Apple, and then take out their phones to order a takeaway, thinking about whether to eat braised chicken or fried chicken.

Compared with the earth under your feet, this planet that has experienced countless changes in billions of years is a miraculous luck in itself.

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Typhoon day is also a rare reading time for Kagura Maki.

She wants to complete her reading plan, after all, there are so many wonderful literature in this world that is worth savoring.

Dongdongdongdongdong.

Just as she was reviewing books at home, she suddenly heard the door being knocked.

Someone knocked on the door during a typhoon day, and Kagura Maki even suspected that he had heard it wrong.

Uncle Kagura drank with his younger brothers on the second floor, so Maki walked to the door silently and observed outside with his cat's eyes. It was raining heavily outside the courtyard, but the hazy light at the door illuminated a guest.

The door of Kagura Maki's house was under the rain-shading platform. When she opened the door, the huge wind seemed to directly pull the alloy door into the heavy rain.

The guest outside the door stretched out one hand to hold the swaying door.

He was a postman wearing a red English style costume. When the postman saw Kagura Maki, he couldn't help but take off his hat and greeted him: "Does Chef Kagura live here?"

Kagura Maki looked expressionless: "If you look for a chef, you must have been wrong. There should be several other families with Kagura surnamed Chiyodaku."

The postman smiled and handed over a letter: "I think it's right, this is a letter from someone asking me to send it."

Kagura Maki didn't answer, and she couldn't see through this person, but she also understood that this matter was not that simple.

After a few seconds, Uncle Kagura staggered down, looking like he had drunk alcohol, but he had a good alcohol tolerance, so there was no problem.

When Uncle Kagura saw the postman, he couldn't help but pull him: "Why are you here? Come on, come on, come on, come on, I really didn't expect it to be here on a typhoon day."

The postman in red took out the letter and handed it to Uncle Kagura. The red ink on the envelope was in the style of a windmill: "I won't attend the cocktail party. If I stayed for a while, I was afraid that the bicycles that delivered the letter would be blown away by the strong wind."

When he sent this letter, he opened the door and walked into the storm with a gentlemanly voice.

Before leaving, he put on his hat and said: "Good luck in good times is hoped for by people, and good luck in bad times is amazing."

Uncle Kagura was a little confused: "Maki, what does he mean?"

“This is Bacon’s famous quote.”

"It turns out that I want to eat bacon, this English slutty ghost. I saw him this time and wanted to give him a taste of my newly learned Yorkshire pudding in England. Maki, do you think that the processed bacon really has the deliciousness of directly sliced ​​barbecue?"

Kagura Maki originally wanted to explain who Bacon was, but when he heard his stupid father's speech, he gave up this idea.

She suddenly realized that the "chef" mentioned by the postman in red may be a classic British teasing.

From this point of view, the term "chef" is quite appropriate.

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When Kagura Maki returned to the house, she didn't know how the "postman" was walking through the typhoon to deliver messages, so she couldn't help but look out the window.

The window was covered by heavy rain, with extremely low visibility. The concerto belonging to Hibeth was very rapid, and the sound of the wind and rain alternated, like a perfect musical masterpiece.

Like God's baton, deep blue orchestral music permeates the windows of Tokyo, transforming the city-state swept by the typhoon into a golden hall like the Vienna Music Association.

As Habeth moved forward with momentum.

The waters of Otamo Lake also fluctuated, and the shepherd believer in black feathered clothes had already lie by the lake, waiting for the secret gate to open.

At this moment, they didn't know that someone had already been preparing to look for that ring in the secret realm of Nibelung.

The boundless water carries the dark blue color and falls from the sky drop by drop.

The snow felt the most sensitive. She raised her hand and used a drop of rain: "It's raining."

Shiyin Shintani also put down the real estate card in her hand. She is now a real estate tycoon in the Sims, so whenever Andoyuan appears on the chessboard, she has to pay her toll.

Andaoyuan looked at the dozens of IOUs in his hand, and brought a hint of relief: "The game is over, and now it's time for us to enjoy this wonderful performance."

It started to rain lightly in the hazy sky, so he quickly put all the IOUs and various inexplicable incident cards on the table into the box.

Xue looked disappointed: "Ah? I haven't finished playing yet. Andaoyuan, have you lost too much, so take the opportunity to put it away?"

Andaoyuan smiled and touched the cat girl's hair: "I am willing to accept the loss. When I return to Hyacinth, I will make braised pork ribs for you."

In order to prevent the canvas from getting stuck in water, Mr. Zhu set up a parasol in advance. The umbrella was very large and could cover all the people. The most important point is that this umbrella would block all the outside world's observation methods here.

The dark blue raindrops under the sky seemed to be connected by silk threads, with a trace of misty rain in the haze, dyeing the originally bare sand with a layer of blue color.

The vitality of the earth's veins began to revive.

Mr. Zhu knew that Andaoyuan invited him to come in order to provide experience, so naturally there was no reservation:

"This is the process of color adjustment. The dark blue rain and the gray-yellow ruins are rendered together, and the natural vitality begins to recover, and everything shifts towards the color difference in the present world."

Andaoyuan suddenly thought of a classic question raised by Balzac:

Can you still find flowers you missed in spring and summer in late autumn?
Chapter completed!