Before falling asleep, Hesta sat back at the writing desk, turned on the desk lamp, and placed the business card that Ava handed her in the afternoon on the table.
The business card had Ava's office address and contact information.
Hesta stared at the name and address silently for more than ten minutes, then took out a piece of white paper from the side and leaned down to write.
Baron Richard Fernand
baron chris hoffman
Viscount Frollo Fischer Rich
Vicomte Claude Danglars
Count Kim Schmidt
Duke Aaron von Wilfort
Pierre Roger
Gabriel Roger
david roger
After writing the last name, Hestad stopped writing. She stared at the nine names, and then solemnly crossed out "Baron Fernand Richard Wagner."
Except for Pierre Roger, who was in the middle, she still didn't know the whereabouts, but she had already found out the details of several other people.
From last night to this morning, an exquisite plan was brewing in her chest. At this time, it already had an outline, and the remaining tasks were still serious.
Some unexpected variables have occurred, which are both opportunities and dangers.
Maybe she does need a helper?
But before that happens, she needs to figure out why Ava wants to help.
She memorized all the information on Ava Morgan's business card, then threw the business card and the white paper with seven names on it into the brazier and burned it.
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The next evening, Hesta stood with her arms crossed in front of the school where Valenti worked, waiting.
Miss Valenti suddenly said that she wanted to take her to see a musical at noon today. She originally wanted to refuse, but as she was making up an excuse, Valenti told her that Ava had already reserved a ticket for her today. Night off.
Hesta weighed it for a moment and finally agreed.
She was indeed fine, but she somewhat hoped to avoid unnecessary contact with Valenti.
Although Miss Valenti is an easy person to fool most of the time, she is often suddenly sharp in some unexpected details, catching slight anomalies that the person involved is not even aware of.
Hesta glanced at her watch. It was now 4:22 p.m.
Valenti should finish class at 4:30 pm, and the musical starts at 7:00 pm. Before going to the theater, they can go to have a meal nearby, which is just in time.
Hesta walked around the side entrance of the school. There were some shops facing the street, mainly hardware stores, with a few small shops selling carriage and horse accessories. There was also an iron shop diagonally across the street. Hesta saw the large scissors and long pliers hanging on the wall of the store from a distance. She wanted to go in and have a look, but when she pushed the iron door, she found that the bolt behind the door was locked. It was clearly under the courtyard wall outside the store. There was also a stove with a kettle on it, but the owner didn't know where he was. Hesta looked around for a while and had no choice but to give up.
The setting sun at the end of September slowly shifted in the distant sky until it just slipped into this alley. The orange sunset illuminated everything on the ground with a golden glow.
Every sunny evening, the street looked like this for about ten minutes. Hestad was fascinated by the quartz sand in an iron bucket at the corner of the street. In the past, there were always piles of quartz sand in old Charlie's backyard. The sand piles, everything was golden when the sun went down, and she could look at it for a long time.
Suddenly, Hesta felt something hit her.
She turned around and saw a little boy of eleven or twelve years old holding his head and sitting on the ground with a grin on his face. Just as she was about to reach out to help her, she heard a cry coming from the distance, probably shouting "Give me something back?" "Give it to me" and other words, the nasal sound was too strong for Hesta to hear clearly.
The little boy stood up in a hurry, patted the dust off his body and was about to run away, when Hesta suddenly grabbed him by the collar.
"What are you doing!" he shouted.
"What do you have in your hand?" Hesta asked.
He quickly hid his right hand behind his back, "It's none of your business—"
Before the little boy could speak, he suddenly found that the expression of the black-haired and black-eyed sister in front of him was a little scary, and his arrogance suddenly went out a lot.
"You, please let go of me," his voice softened, but he still kept twisting his neck, trying to escape from Hesta's grasp, "I'm playing with my sister-"
At this time, a little girl ran over while crying. She was very small, maybe only six or seven years old, with the same hair color and eyes as the boy.
As soon as she saw Hesta - especially Hesta, who was holding her brother's collar and looking very vicious, the little girl's cries immediately stopped.
She stood far away, not daring to get close, but she was still sobbing uncontrollably.
Hesta knelt down but still held the boy's collar. She waved to the little girl, "Come here."
The little girl put her hands behind her back and walked to Hestad with some trepidation.
"What did he take from you?" Hesta asked.
The little girl was still swallowing. She was a little shy and a little scared, but when Hesta looked at her, there seemed to be no hostility in her eyes. She lowered her head and muttered, "He took away... my key."
For a moment, Hesta was stunned for a moment. The scene in front of her suddenly made her feel very strange.
"Where's the key?" Hesta looked at the boy.
The little boy gritted his teeth and his cheeks were bulging with anger, but he still reluctantly stretched out his hand and opened his palm. A wooden spoon with a mottled surface appeared in front of Hestad's eyes, and the surface of the spoon was still chipped. Went halfway.
She was just about to tell the little boy to be honest and hand over the things as soon as possible, when she saw the little girl going to pick them up very happily.
"Is this your key?" Hesta was surprised.
"Yes, this is my key." The little girl cried and laughed. She blinked her eyes hard a few times. "This is the key I made. I will take it to the handicraft class tomorrow..."
"This is a spoon! This is a spoon!" The little boy clenched his fists again and shouted loudly, "What kind of keys? No one's keys look like this -"
"Give it back to her." Hesta interrupted ruthlessly.
The little boy's temper died down again. He stared at his sister and watched helplessly as she took the thing away from him.
"Eureka?" Valenti's voice came from afar.
Hesta raised her head and saw that Valenti had appeared at the school gate - she was looking at Hesta in surprise, because at this moment Hesta's movements and the expressions of the two children around her made her look... He seemed like a bully blocking people at the school gate.
Valenti trotted closer: "What are you doing?"
Hesta let go of the boy's clothes and stood up, "I'm..."
"Bring it to you!" The boy who regained his freedom suddenly snatched the "key" from his sister's hand and threw the wooden spoon into the stove under the nearby wall. He ran a few steps quickly, then turned back and shouted to his sister, "You are embarrassing daddy by making such a thing and taking it to school!"
The little girl was stunned for a moment and instinctively ran towards the stove.
"Don't move!" Hesta, with quick eyes and quick hands, pulled her to his side.
The little girl's tears suddenly started to build up. She was about to cry when the scene in front of her forced her voice back into her throat - Hesta quickly stepped forward and removed the kettle. She rolled up her right sleeve, He covered his mouth and nose with his left arm, then went into battle with his bare hands and took out the "key" from the shallow stove mouth.
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