The world controlled by dice [Western Fantasy]

Siles was slightly taken aback.

Dorothea said: "I know that the society you were in charge of before is currently at a standstill due to the situation of the Dwight family. There may be a society reassigned to you within the academy.

"But since that's the case, it's better to let you become the instructor of our club. We can't just endure it like this."

Siles was a little touched by the students' protection, he couldn't help but smiled, and said: "Thank you, Dorothea, I am very happy to be the instructor of this club."

Dorothea also laughed, and she said with a bit of arrogance typical of a noble lady, "It's time for those old men to understand what the world really looks like! It happens to be your club tomorrow, and I will invite club members to join our club of."

Siles nodded and had no opinion on the matter.

Dorothea went on: "I was very surprised to see you at Grandpa Denton's funeral at Central Cathedral the day before yesterday."

Grandpa Denton.Such a title indicates that Dorothea has a great relationship with Professor Calverley.

Siles said: "I have dealt with Professor Calverley for some reference books. He is a very friendly bibliophile."

"That's true." Dorothea whispered, "Perhaps you may have guessed that my family has a certain connection with Atkinia, the god of music and art. My grandfather is a well-known collector of paintings in the city.

"Therefore, my family has a deep friendship with Grandpa Denton. It should be said that my grandpa has dealt with these things all his life: music, art, literature... He and his friends are the same.

"As a child I didn't understand such behavior. Back then I always thought it was just arty behavior when people had money... As you can probably tell, I was brought up as a rebellious, egotistical kid, especially in an aristocratic family .

"One time, Grandpa Denton came over to my house, and I talked to him about it, and he said to me, that's just ... the meaning of life.

"If people just live in ignorance until they grow old and die in mediocrity and indifference, then everything seems worthless. Human beings need something to recognize and find their own value.

"...and that might be art. Things that people think are 'beautiful.'"

Having said that, Dorothea stopped.After a while, she said again: "Death is really a cruel thing. The person who said such a thing to me, who said that he needs to find the meaning of life, has already lost his life."

When she said this, she carried a surprisingly cruel and confused tone.

It could be seen that the death of Professor Calverley was an extremely serious blow to this young girl.She was born in an aristocratic family, and her elders were well-known painting collectors, but she eventually embarked on the road of literature.

Maybe it's because the difference between the two is not that grand; but maybe it's because Professor Calverley, a bibliophile, finally pushed her down this path.Anything is possible.

Siles understood why Dorothea was talking about it at this moment.

He deliberated for a moment, and finally said: "But, Dorothea, birth, old age, sickness, and death are the subjects we have to face. They are inescapable things."

Dorothea stared at Sirius in bewilderment.

"And we also use all means to record them." Siles said in a low voice, "What you said, the things we have been pursuing all our lives: literature, art, music... You may think that before we actually find them, We've lost our lives."

Dorothea was silent for a moment, then nodded slowly.

"But those things themselves also record our lives. Our lives are immortalized and sublimated in them." Sirius paused, "I have been to Professor Calverley's underground library, and I have heard him speak with relish Share with me the exlibris on the title page of each book.

“The joy brought by every book, every exlibris, every collection and reading is what he wants to get, and it is also the trace of his life being recorded.

"We pursue the value of life, not really to find a rule that can measure all people, but to 'pursuit'. Pursuit itself is value."

Dorothea was stunned for a long time, and finally breathed a sigh of relief, her eyes brightened."I see, Professor," she said.

Siles looked at her.

Dorothea thought for a while, and finally said: "You once told us that gods were once the objects of human records. One day, humans will die, and gods will also fall. Death is just the starting point of another road."

Siles looked at the young student with some surprise.It was the first time he heard such words from the mouths of humans in this era.

Afterwards, Dorothea said again: "I can tell you this, but I dare not tell grandpa." She showed a slightly helpless expression, "He is a rigid old man."

Celes smiled.

"Whenever you are free, you can come to my house as a guest. However, it may take a while. My grandfather is not in good health recently." Dorothea couldn't help sighing.

Siles' heart moved, and he said, "I remember...your grandfather once ate some...something at the dinner party on the eve of God's birthday?"

Dorothea nodded, and then said: "I'm not sure how much those things have affected Grandpa's body, maybe it's just because of the annoying weather. Professor, you should also pay attention to your body."

"I will," said Siles.

Dorothea quickly took his leave of him and left the office.

Siles sat there, pondered for a moment, then got up, and went to Professor Bright's office first, but unfortunately found that the latter was not there; so he could only go to the administrative teacher of the School of Arts and History, Aitley professor.

"Good afternoon, Professor Aitley."

As expected, Professor Aitley was processing the archives in the office. He looked up at Siles, and there was no emotion on his rigid and serious face.He said, "Good afternoon, Professor Noel, what's the matter?"

"My two apprentices are currently unable to serve as my teaching assistants." Siles slightly whitewashed the truth, "I would like to ask, does the position of teaching assistants have to be held by someone in the school?"

"No." Aitley's answer was not what Siles expected, "as long as you can guarantee that the other party's identity is harmless."

Siles nodded, and asked for an application form for a teaching assistant, intending to ask Qin Duo for his opinion.Having Cyndo as his teaching assistant was just an idea, and he wasn't sure that Cyndo would be willing to do it.

After finishing these matters, the time has come to twelve o'clock.Siles belatedly felt hungry, so he took the time to go to the cafeteria to eat.The wind was still piercing through the bones outside the castle, and Sirius felt that his drowsy brain was blown awake a little bit.

After the afternoon public elective class ended, Siles stood in the empty classroom and let out a long breath.He lowered his eyes and slowly packed up the lesson plans and materials, but suddenly he heard a knock on the door.

He looked over subconsciously, and then said unexpectedly: "Qin Duo...?"

Qin Duo, who was standing there, was about to speak, but couldn't help but stop because of Sirius' slightly hoarse voice.He frowned, then said, "You have a cold."

Siles was silent for a moment.

Qin Duo walked to his side, and leaned over to press his forehead.After a while, he said, "Fortunately, there is no fever. Professor Noel, can you take care of yourself?"

"...I can." Sirius whispered.

"You don't seem to be taking care of yourself like this." Cindo said, and then he sighed, leaned over and hugged Celes, and said sullenly, "Sometimes, I feel my feelings for you It's boiling, but I don't know how to express it.

"...I just want you to pay attention to your body."

"I will," said Sirius. "Don't worry."

After class, it was evening.They go to dinner together.Cindo looked critically at Siles' attire, and finally said: "You should wear more. Scarves, coats, gloves, hats...you have to wear all of these."

Siles knew he was wrong, so he nodded.

Qin Duo said again: "The stove also needs to be used."

Siles continued to nod, and decided to follow the arrangements of the people of this era and let go of the... reservedness that belongs to the people on Earth.

They went to buy some things together, and then had dinner together.Qin Duo helped Siles fasten the scarf with his own hands, and then looked at his face against the lights in the winter night.Finally, he said: "I should be glad that you were single when I met you."

Siles looked at him rather bewilderedly.

Qin Duo couldn't help laughing, and he said complacently: "My vision is really good. Of course, you are too."

"...Narcissism." Siles teased him in a low voice.

"My love for myself is less than one-thousandth of my love for you." Qin Duo said, "However, I hope you can love yourself more and stop getting sick."

Siles was at a loss for words for a moment, and he didn't know whether he should respond to Qin Duo's previous sentence or the latter sentence.

Cinder held his slightly cold fingers and said, "Let's go back to Hayward Street. I know you will continue to write your paper tonight."

"Time is tight." Sirius sighed.

"University professor is such a tiresome job."

"Indeed." Siles thought of the troubles brought by Professor Mantel, so he told Qindo about the teaching assistant.

They walked slowly back along Hayward Street.

"Oh, that's great. I'd love to be your teaching assistant," Cinder said. "That means I'm more deeply involved in your life."

Siles couldn't help laughing.He is sometimes touched by Qin Duo's "effort".The fluffy little emotion was scratching desperately at his heart again, trying to find a little tenderness and love.

But that was already wrapped in Sirius' tenderness.

Finally, Siles said, "Congratulations, Mr. Assistant Teacher."

The stove in the other world is more exquisite than Sirius imagined.It is indeed an open fire for heating. When using it indoors, it must be extinguished before going to bed, and the windows must be opened from time to time for ventilation.

Even so, the slowly rising temperature in the room made Sirius feel much more comfortable.

Since he moved to Lowell Street, Cindo also had a reason, so he justly stayed here at Celeste until nearly nine o'clock before leaving.

Qin Duo said convincingly: "You can't say that you have a curfew here, can you?"

Siles was amused at this remark.But at the same time, he thought of the strange night talk in the west city that he had heard.Just as the content of his thesis was almost finished, he told Qin Duo about this story.

"The underground gang in West City?" Qin Duo said thoughtfully, "The one we met on the train...?"

"Yes," said Siles.

Qin Duo then said: "They collect time tracks on such a large scale, I'm afraid they want to do something." He looked at the night outside the window, and then said, "It seems that the city of Ramifa is not very peaceful."

"This can already be seen from the previous Grayson incident." Siles sighed.

"I can go and investigate this matter. But...you stop talking. I really feel sorry for your voice and throat." Qin Duo said suddenly, "Drink the medicine quickly and go to bed."

Siles was slightly taken aback, and finally reluctantly agreed to Qin Duo's request.

Before leaving, Qin Duo extinguished the fire, and then gave the necklace with the Lycardian amulet to Siles, and asked him to wear it.

He said: "You can't find a reason to refuse this time. I have already taken it off, and this ritual is temporarily invalid for me. Therefore, you can treat it as a simple ornament."

"……Thank you."

Siles is very clear that although Qin Duo said that this is just an ornament, its actual meaning is far from being an ornament.That is the heritage of the Praia family.

"You're welcome." Qin Duo said in a very soft tone, "I hope you can [travel safely], at least you won't get sick again."

After Qinduo left, Siles reminded himself in his heart that he would also find an opportunity to choose a suitable gift for Qinduo in the future.He took a quick shower and then fell asleep.

When he got up the next morning, Siles felt much better. He didn't know whether it was because of the medicine or the warm sleep.

Now, his voice is still a little hoarse.He obediently wrapped himself up very tightly before going out.He bumped into Lorenzo who was walking in a hurry, and greeted the roommate.

Lorenzo stopped and said, "Professor Noel! Good morning. I suddenly don't want to be a university professor."

Siles couldn't help but startled, and asked, "What's wrong?"

"It's really tiring." Lorenzo said, "There are many things besides teaching. If I can, I really hope to be a teaching assistant for the rest of my life. I hope Professor Dunlop will come back soon. I can't stand it."

Siles laughed softly and said, "I'm afraid it will have to wait until next year."

Lorenzo sighed: "I don't know how the archaeological operations over there are going."

Because of these words, Siles felt a little turmoil in his heart.He thought of the archaeological operation being carried out in Land of No Embers, and fell into deep thought for a while.

The Noble Tomb of the Shadow Era...

He hopes that the development of the ruins will proceed smoothly.In this way, he can also learn more about the history related to the Shadow Period.

Siles bid farewell to Lorenzo, went to have breakfast, first handed over the application form of Cindo's teaching assistant to Professor Aitley, and then started the morning elective class.After class, he finally found Professor Bright.

"Good afternoon, Professor," said Siles, "I was just looking for you."

He met Professor Bright at the door of the classroom on the second floor, who happened to have just finished a class.The short and stout Professor Bright was still full of air, but instead he teased Siles and said, "Good afternoon. Siles, your voice doesn't sound very healthy."

Siles was helplessly aware that he had been ridiculed by countless people for having a cold.He said: "I have a cold, Professor. I have already taken my medicine."

Professor Bright nodded and said, "What do you want from me?"

They went to the cafeteria to have a meal together, and during the dinner, Siles slowly explained to Professor Bright about Professor Mantel.After hearing this, Professor Bright said angrily: "Damn old thing!"

Siles was taken aback, and he comforted the former mentor who was old and tempered, dumbfounded.

Professor Bright's mood seemed to be severely affected by this incident.He glared at Siles and said dissatisfiedly, "Why aren't you angry?"

Siles thought for a while, and said very honestly: "It doesn't seem to have any effect on me."

"It doesn't matter now, that damn old man will get his feet wet after a while," Professor Bright said.

Siles asked, "I still don't understand, Professor. Why on earth would Professor Mantel do this? Just because I'm writing a novel?"

"No, of course not." Professor Bright snorted, and said rather annoyed, "It's because the old man wanted to put his nephew in the yard, but Dean Hurst disagreed, and he admired you even more. Now , this old man is just venting his anger on you."

Siles suddenly realized.

Professor Bright suddenly sneered: "He thought it was his time. But the times have changed. Since the old man is old, he should leave quickly." He paused and said, "That's exactly what I think Siles, it's time to leave everything in the young man's hands."

Siles was caught off guard by this topic and couldn't help being startled for a moment. He said, "Professor, you are still young..."

"No, I'm already old." Professor Bright shook his head, "You should have heard about Calverley, right? He's about the same age as me, a few years older than me.

"A few years ago he was still very energetic, and even collected a lot of books with great interest. But this year he fell ill and was crushed by death in an instant. That may be my future."

He said this with a hint of melancholy.

After a while, he said suddenly again: "Before I die, Sirius, I will pave the way for you. My wife is long dead, and I have no descendants. You are my apprentice and my son. child."

Siles was almost at a loss, he looked at Professor Bright, hesitant to speak.

"Don't be so psychologically burdened," said Professor Bright. "Death has never been a rare event. I like the openness."

Siles hesitated for a moment, and finally said: "I can understand your thoughts. Thank you, Professor."

"It's good that you can understand." Professor Bright said, "As for Mantel... this damn old man, maybe he won't live for two days!"

What he said made Siles feel a little funny.

Now that he understood Professor Mantel's intentions, Siles became calmer.

Professor Bright also specifically asked about the progress of Siles's thesis, and Siles also said it very frankly, and mentioned that "the wandering poet is a follower of Lygardia".

Professor Bright was taken aback and said, "Have you found the evidence?"

Siles nodded affirmatively.

The evidence is all there.he thinks.

... He felt that he had told himself a bad joke.

Professor Bright let out an exclamation, and then laughed: "Siles, I was a little worried about you at first... But now, I think, when your paper is published, maybe Mantel will personally report to you Maybe an apology."

Siles was taken aback, and he humbly asked, "Is this discovery so important?"

"Compared with the literary significance, historians will be more excited and excited. Of course, this is enough." Professor Bright looked at Siles, "I began to suspect that you might have chosen the wrong major."

Siles looked at his mentor dumbfounded.

Professor Bright made a joke and then laughed: "I mean, Sirius, congratulations. You are already the youngest professor, and this paper will make you the youngest outstanding professor!" "

Siles touched his nose somewhat embarrassedly.

After eating lunch and discussing the thesis and Professor Mantel with Professor Bright, Siles bid farewell to him and went to the classroom where the club activities were held.

All the students in the classroom have come.Siles heard them talking enthusiastically, about what they did during the past winter vacation.Siles listened with interest.

Some students used this winter vacation time to travel or relax, and some even went to other countries.Kellogg also took advantage of this winter break to return to Kansas.

Siles also shared his experiences in the Neverland, which, of course, were glossed over.But that was enough to amaze the group of students.

They were all eager to try, and they also wanted to explore the land of no embers, but Sirius still warned them of the danger of the land of no embers in a more stern tone.

After that, Dorothea and Jules also talked about the club.Jules took the opportunity to apologize privately to Sirius, and said in a slightly low tone that he was a coward after all.

Siles told him not to take it personally.Instead he spoke of what he had seen at Maltz, and said that he thought Jules was a sufficiently young and good scholar.

"Don't let this matter affect your studies." Siles said, "I'm still your tutor."

Jules stared blankly at Siles, and finally pursed his lips a little nervously. With a rather solemn attitude, he apologized to Siles again, and then thanked him.

"...you are a very good professor," he said softly, "very good professor."

The other students present didn't know what was going on, but they all enthusiastically joined Dorothea and Jules' club.Dorothea is the president and Jules is the vice president.

"Perhaps we should think of a name for this society," said Dorothea.

Angela Clayton glanced at Siles, and then said, "I think of the professor's novel, which is called "The Revenge of the Rose". How about calling it the Rose Literature Society?"

The boys showed a very subtle expression.

Doreen Lucas, a young student from the literature major of the Mist Age, said: "It's just that the word 'rose' sounds a bit monotonous, how about adding another word?"

After pondering for a while, Jules said, "Why don't you call it Geisha?"

The rest were startled and asked, "How did you come up with this name?"

Jules said: "Because the professor's novel seems to be written in summer; and the cold winter now makes me want to go back to summer. In addition, this is a very cherished coffee variety... er, at least The name sounds nice."

He whispered, with a sense of "he didn't drink it, but he remembered the word".

Dorothea nodded thoughtfully, and said: "By the way, this word is also homonymous with 'under the rose'. Under the rose, this allusion means to keep a secret. Conversations under the rose require Confidential."

...These words suddenly made Sirius look at her.

Angela asked in surprise: "Is there still such a meaning?"

"Yes." Dorothea nodded, "a word that is not very commonly used."

Angela said a little excitedly: "It's a bit mysterious."

Miss Angela Clayton always liked such mysteries.

Dorothea smiled knowingly, and said, "If that's the case, then we use the word 'Gesia'?"

The rest of the people nodded, thinking that this word is good.Siles finally nodded slowly, signaling his agreement.

Although he has some doubts in his heart.

Roses, secrets.These images and concepts appeared around him so frequently, which made him instinctively vigilant and uneasy.

He wasn't sure if it was a coincidence, or if someone had deliberately done it behind the scenes.But, who can really do this kind of thing?

……destiny?

It was a possibility that Sirius found ironic.

After deciding on the name of the club, Siles mentioned some options for future activities of the club.He believes that it is necessary for students to participate more in the club, so he listens more to students' ideas about activities.

Some students like the form of a tea party. Everyone sits down, researches information on a certain topic in advance, and then shares their insights with others; some students prefer lively group activities.

"Maybe we can go out and do activities too?" a medical student eagerly suggested.

"That's right." A student from the seminary said, "We can visit those places of interest and learn about some related historical stories."

They all agreed to this approach.

Siles gathered their opinions, and managed the time.At about four o'clock, he announced that this event was over, and that the next club event would be in the form of a tea party, with the theme of "Mysterious Shadow Chronicles."

...In fact, Siles himself also needs to look up information about the gods of the Shadow Age.Part of the reason he chose this topic was to remind himself not to delay this matter any longer.

The other students bid him farewell.

Before Angela left, she said suddenly: "Professor, there is someone waiting for you at the door."

Siles was startled, and an idea came to his mind, and when he looked up, it was indeed Qin Duo.

Angela whispered: "This is what you mentioned before...?"

"Yes, my love," said Siles.

At the party last Saturday, he had already shared the story of himself and Qindo with Angela and the others.His friends are very curious about Qin Duo.

In fact, there are not many people who really know the relationship between him and Qin Duo, they are all his friends, teachers or acquaintances.Siles let them know of the existence of Qindo naturally, and they also thoughtfully blessed the relationship between Siles and Qindo.

Angela was a little surprised, then winked at him and said, "Then I won't bother you guys. See you tomorrow, professor."

"See you tomorrow," Sirius said.

But he was a little surprised to realize that Angela seemed to be implying something. After all, normally speaking, with Angela's character, she would not casually reveal what she was going to meet tomorrow—she planned to meet at Houseville Street tomorrow. What will you say at the meeting on the 18th?

Siles couldn't help feeling a little curious.

Cendo walked up to Siles and said, "Is it time to enjoy the weekend?"

"Busy weekend," said Siles.

The Historical Society, No. 18 Houseville Street, the Dawn Revelation Society, the Gathering of Novelists... He should be thankful that this long and cold winter has made the followers of the old gods seem to be dormant.

Siles stood up and said instead, "Come on, I have to go back to Hayward Street before I go out for dinner."

Cinder took his hand.He said: "When I become your teaching assistant, I can be with you at any time. That is really fascinating to me."

"Next week." Siles said, "Wait for the college to review your teaching assistant application form."

Qin Duo sneered, and said sarcastically, "An annoying administrative procedure."

Siles agreed with his idea, but he also slightly defended the administrative affairs: "We must not allow people of unknown origin to enter the school."

"Am I also unknown, Professor Noel?"

"Of course not." Siles said in a low voice, "You are my lover."

"This answer is really satisfying." Qin Duo nodded contentedly.

... Siles feels that Qindo is indeed a very simple and easy-to-understand person to a certain extent.pointed in front of him.

Together they went back to Hayward Street to put away their things and then went out to dinner.Because of the presence of Qindo, they went to the restaurant outside the school more and more to eat, which seemed more like a date.

The price is of course slightly less beautiful.Fortunately, Siles' "The Revenge of the Rose" still brought him a steady stream of income.

"Maybe next spring we'll be able to buy a house in Ramifa City," said Siles.

"I'm glad you used the word 'we,'" Gindo said very softly, before adding, "Spring is coming. It's going to be a nice day."

Siles looked sideways at the dark night outside the window.Even in the warm room, he can still imagine the cold north wind outside.How far is spring?How far is life?

After a moment, he said, "Yes, Gyndo. That's going to be a good day."

Saturday, November 11.Light snow fell again in Lamifa City.

At eight o'clock in the morning, Siles arrived at the Historical Society.He first met Ms. Aston, and then led by Ms. Aston to a mysterious room.

"Room 33 is related to the out-of-control time track, sealed items, and other research projects." Ms. Aston still has a resolute temperament even after she became the director of the research department, "I arranged a special room for you there. .

"Please remember, Professor Noel, any research related to sealed items must be carried out in this room. Your assistant Aneurin is already waiting for you there."

Siles nodded and said, "I understand."

Ms. Aston said: "I have prepared two strange sealed items for you. One is a sealed item that has been proved to be harmless in previous research by the Historical Society. This is the first thing that every researcher who studies sealed items will Get started watching.

"The other one is a rather peculiar one among the batch of sealed items that were suddenly discovered recently. I hope you can study the second one carefully after studying the first one."

Siles nodded, and asked somewhat curiously: "The sealed item that was suddenly discovered recently?"

Ms. Aston glanced at him sideways, hesitated, and finally said, "I got it from Clarence...to be precise, the torture seminar sponsored by the Dwight family."

Siles suddenly realized.

Ms. Aston probably felt that since this has already been said, let's just make it clear.

So she continued: "Actually, the church in the past wanted to take these sealed items for research, but because of Clarence's relationship, the Historical Society directly took these sealed items away.

"Some of them are relatively... ancient sealed items. However, you may not have access to them yet."

Siles understood, and he said, "I should really start researching from the more harmless sealed items."

Ms. Aston nodded approvingly.

They came to Room 33, and first greeted the other researchers.It can be seen that the other revelators are very curious about Siles.Gathered here are some revelators that Sirius has never seen before, and there are also some people with slightly weird expressions.

Ms. Aston later explained to him: "They have been immersed in research for a long time, and it is difficult to deal with people normally."

Siles couldn't help but sighed.

They came to room 557.Aneulin was standing there alone in a daze, looking at something on the table.When Siles and Ms. Aston entered the room, he suddenly came back to his senses.

"Ms. Aston, Professor Noel, good morning." He greeted them quickly.

"Good morning," said Siles.

"Good morning, Aneurin." Ms. Aston said, "Have you seen the two sealed items?"

"Yes." Aneulin said with a little nervousness, "That's a little... strange."

Siles looked over.He had already taken the potion when he went out, and he also put on [Akamala's Spectacle Frame] at this moment.Many people know that he has myopia, so it is not surprising to wear glasses.

It was a feather and a nail.

The white feathers seem to have just been plucked from the bird's body, and there is a breath of vitality.Siles even felt the thin fluff still trembling slightly.

Under the vision of [Akamala's Spectacle Frame], Sires saw a very strange blue mist lingering around this feather, carrying a very mysterious and weird aura.

...Is this feather related to Ruthmi?Siles thought.

The nail was even stranger.From time to time, it will turn in place, as if someone pinched the middle section and made it spin.The tip of the nail was stained with layers of blood, which made it look particularly hideous; but the tip was polished and smooth, making it look shiny.

That scene can almost make people imagine the tip of a nail piercing human flesh and blood.Thinking of the possible source of this nail, Siles felt a more sombre emotion—a torture seminar, wasn't it?

There was also a gray mist around the nail.Grey, rust, and blood, these three colors seem to be frozen in the air, accompanied by the friction sound from the continuous rotation of the nails, giving people a sense of creepiness.

At least Aneurin couldn't stand it anymore.He couldn't help crossing his arms in a self-defensive posture.

Siles and Ms. Aston remained calm.

Ms. Aston introduced the two Sealed Artifacts to Siles. Unsurprisingly, the former was a "harmless Sealed Artifact" and the latter came from a torture seminar.

"So what's their effect?" Sirius asked.

"Feathers make you light," Ms. Aston said. "It seems to make you run faster."

Siles was slightly taken aback, almost instinctively thinking of Birdman's feathers.He thought, birdman's feathers... sealed item?

"As for the nail ..." Ms. Aston hesitated, then said, "Our current research shows that it only seems to make people