In the evening, the Gringoire brothers dragged their suitcases and moved into the inspection area for Class D students.
The furniture in the inspection area is simple and plain, and it is more like a prison cell than an apartment - this is a residence prepared for all students with a credit rating of D and below. Falling into this rating usually means that they are not suitable for collective living.
Calvin put down his luggage and gently touched the surface of the bedside table. There was a thick layer of dust.
"You shouldn't cause trouble for that girl." Calvin whispered.
"I didn't intend to cause trouble for her," Sean seemed to be in a good mood. He threw away his luggage and jumped on his bed. "Originally, I just wanted to follow her to see what she was doing, but she found out... You see Her expression at that time - oh, you couldn't see it, you were standing behind her."
Calvin didn't speak, just looked at Sean quietly.
"You don't believe me?" Sean blinked, "I really didn't lie this time. I didn't plan to show up. She ran away first and made a big fuss without any clues."
"Did you know that the District 3 Coalition Government is currently fighting with AHgAs over the future custody of Jane Hestad?"
"I know, I found out yesterday." Sean lowered his eyes, still smiling, "...I know what you want to say, and I will restrain myself."
Calvin glanced at Sean.
"You better be."
…
At night, Hesta sat at his desk doing handwork. She opened the window, and the cool night breeze kept blowing her short hair, bringing the fragrance of the distant woods.
The layout of the entire room has been rearranged by her. The bed that was originally by the window has been moved to the other end of the room. The wooden side table and carpet sent by Mrs. Ravitt have been placed directly under the window. If someone sits on the green Sitting on a cast-iron chair, he would find that it had the best view of the entire room.
In order to make space for this semi-circular side table, Hesta placed her desk in the corner. At this moment, her desktop was scattered with scraps of cardboard and some tools, and a paper rose with a wire stem. Has taken initial shape.
Her expression was so focused, as if this was the most important and greatest cause in the world at this moment.
There was a sudden knock on the door outside.
"Please come in."
Liz opened the door and came in.
She had just taken a shower, with a towel hanging around her neck, and her half-wet hair was dripping with water.
"What are you doing?" Liz looked at Hesta's room curiously. She first saw the side table under the window, the double-sided jacquard carpet with small round green patterns on the white background, and then I saw the glass bell jar and paper rose on the desk.
Liz suddenly recalled the fragment that Hesta had read to her last night, and couldn't help but take a breath.
"...God, you really love Edgar."
Hesta did not say a word, with a slightly embarrassed expression on her face. She stood up and stood in front of the glass cover, asking in a low voice: "Are we leaving?"
"Yes, I just came here to tell you that I've finished washing." Liz said with a smile, "You can get ready. When I go back and change clothes, I can take you to the gym downstairs."
"Okay." Hesta was silent for a moment, "...what should I prepare?"
"Hahaha, just bring yourself." Liz replied, "You don't have to do anything today, just go and have a look and have fun."
Ten minutes later, the two appeared in the gym on the second floor.
Hesta originally thought there would be many people here at this time, but when she arrived, she realized that there were only the two of them. Liz took Hesta around the strength area, demonstrated the use of the equipment and let Hesta try it out.
After trying a few bench presses of 1/2 her own weight, Hestad felt a little exhausted. She got up and walked around the gym to rest, using her hands as fans to cool herself down. "Is this place always so empty?"
"No, usually there are the most people at this time." Liz handed over a bottle of water, "Today is the start of the 'Second Sleep Training' for first-year students, so many people have applied to go to the training ground to participate in the subsequent actual combat."
Hesta suddenly remembered last night that Rico suddenly opened the door and asked them to keep their voices down.
"Is this the special training that Rico mentioned yesterday?"
"right."
"Can I go take a look?"
"You're not good enough yet." Liz replied with a smile, "Only students who are first-year students and above are eligible to go."
"How long will the special training last?"
"Depending on the student's condition, the shorter one only takes a few hours, while the longer one takes about seven days."
"Can I use 'Bullet Time' freely after that?" Hesta asked, "Are there any restrictions?"
"Yes..." Liz looked at Hesta, "But why do you suddenly think of asking this?"
Hesta frowned slightly, "...I think Sean will come to trouble me again."
"You don't have to be afraid," Liz said seriously. "If he violates the restraining order again and comes to trouble you, he will directly face imprisonment. The base will keep its promise."
Seeing Hesta didn't respond, Liz sighed, "Okay, I know these promises are very pale to express in words -"
"Is it a coincidence?" Hesta asked suddenly, "Shortly after I triggered the alarm, you arrived immediately."
"Yes and no." Liz replied, she raised her right hand, "The chip in our arm can determine our geographical coordinates and some basic information in the habitable area, because I am your assistant officer, So when you have an abnormally high heart rate during a non-training period, I get an alert - I was around in the afternoon and heard the fire alarm and got there right away."
"……I see."
"So you can trust that the base can guarantee your safety. When you are in a panic situation, others are always on the way to you." Liz raised her arms to show off her muscles, "And I know Sean's level , his main advantage lies in intelligence collection and data analysis. With his close combat skills, I can defeat ten of them alone."
At this point, Liz finally made Hesta laugh, but she could clearly feel that the haze in Hesta's eyes had not dissipated.
Liz was a little confused, and stood up and sat next to Hesta, "You still seem to be worried."
"Yeah." Hesta nodded.
"Would you like to talk to me?"
Hesta was lost in thought. She tried to form words, but she didn't know how to speak. Somehow, Sean's insights into her questionnaires made her feel very uncomfortable, especially after Liz told her that Sean came from Hekla, a wasteland similar to Snake Lane.
Sean was like a mirror, suddenly reflecting her childhood in Short Alley. In that place shrouded in the aura of death, plunder and decay, constant vigilance and fear of the outside world are a daily routine. After she entered St. Anne's Monastery, these shadows briefly disappeared, and this survival instinct that penetrated deep into the bone marrow was almost completely awakened with the appearance of Sean.
Just as Sean recognized Hesta immediately, so Hesta recognized him immediately. She is familiar with this kind of greeting and tracking, and is familiar with people like Sean. She is convinced that these rigid rules cannot trap him, and this person will definitely appear again if he wants to.
Liz from Askia couldn't understand this intuition, otherwise she wouldn't have asked why she was still worried.
