Days and nights of pursuit of Dottore

Chapter 180 Letter

In Inazuma Castle, in a store filled with books, the smell of pens, ink and paper is mixed with the aroma of food.

"Slurp—"

Guo Beng chewed the delicious ramen in his mouth vigorously, and was so moved that he almost wanted to cry.

The taste buds had undergone inhuman torture, and only then did Guo Beng feel like he was alive again.

It’s just a pity...this noodle was bought on the street and not made by Cheng Yan himself.

Guo Beng looked up from his bowl of noodles and saw Cheng Yan burying his head in a pile of books again.

"Hey, do you want to eat some more?"

Cheng Yan didn't even raise his head, he stuffed a candy into his mouth while shaking his head.

"I've already eaten."

Guo Beng's back tensed a little, he quickly picked up the bowl and finished the noodles, then walked to Cheng Yan with a serious face.

As soon as her hand touched Cheng Yan's shoulder, he stuffed a candy into her mouth before she could even open her mouth.

The speech became mumbled and Guo Beng put his elbow on Cheng Yan's shoulder.

"I'm telling you something serious. Next time, don't praise her cooking. Is that something that people can eat?"

Cheng Yan stared at the book intently, "But I think it tastes really good, it can fill my stomach."

Guo Beng frowned and grabbed Cheng Yan's shoulders and shook him.

"I don't care! I don't want to eat any more dark food. I'll have nightmares for three days after eating one. You don't have taste buds but I do."

Cheng Yan couldn't concentrate on the story anymore because of his disturbance. He put the book down and grabbed Guo Beng's hand.

"Okay, okay, I won't praise you next time. Keying worked so hard to make it, she'll be sad if we don't eat it."

Guo Beng grimaced with a headache, "Then at least let her do it less often. I really can't stand it."

"What can't you stand, little ones?"

The voice was so twists and turns that Guo Beng got goosebumps when he heard it.

Turning his head to look at the door, Yae Shinto walked slowly towards him with a fragrant breeze and a thick document in his hand.

It’s not a familiar storybook or novel, Cheng Yan tilted his head and asked her.

"Son of God, what is that in your hand?"

Yae Shinko looked at Guo Beng, who was wary and moving away from him, and chuckled with his hands covering his mouth.

"Haha, are you so scared? Ying doesn't cook every day. Thanks to you, she is in a much better mood every day now."

Guo Beng smashed his face directly onto Cheng Yan’s back, not wanting to face reality.

Yae Shenzi handed the document to Cheng Yan, "This is the information about the mechanic from Fontaine that was investigated. This matter involves you deeply, so you should read it yourself."

Cheng Yan's face changed slightly, and he took it with pursed lips.

"I see. Thank you, Shenzi."

After the Eightfold Divine Son left, Guo Beng sat back in his chair and looked at Cheng Yan, who looked distraught as he held the documents.

"What are you afraid of? No one knows who Escher is. Isn't it a fake identity?"

Cheng Yan tightened his fingers, "His intentions may not be pure, but he didn't hurt anyone directly. Judging from the Son of God's intention, he shouldn't pursue it any further."

Guo Beng tilted his head and glared at him, "Yeah, I didn't hurt anyone directly, I just stabbed you lightly."

Cheng Yan lowered his eyes and said nothing. The matter of the Ta'er Sword Forge had already been known to Shen Zi and Ying, but the two men wanted to leave the matter to him and Guo Beng to decide.

Cheng Yan didn't know Zandik's current identity, but he thought it must not be too ordinary, otherwise why would he come to Inazuma and do something with such a big impact.

The divine aura in the ore used in the new smelting method would have spread to the entire Ta'ersha if Cheng Yan hadn't interrupted it early.

Cheng Yan didn't want to see Zandik doing these extremely dangerous things, but at this moment, he was not by Zandik's side. Rather than whether he could stop Zandik from doing those dangerous things, he was more worried that Zandik's identity would be exposed and affected.

Cheng Yan clenched the documents in his hand and looked up at the country's collapse.

"I opened it."

Guo Beng was helpless. "Open it, open it. You can handle it yourself. You have already bent your elbow on others, how can I stop you?"

A thick stack of papers was spread out, and the official's pedantic words gave Cheng Yan a headache.

Keep reading patiently and draw conclusions.

There is no one named Escher in Fontaine.

As expected, Cheng Yan knew that Zandik must have used a fake identity.

I felt a little relieved, knowing that even if Inazuma wanted to hold Zanzan responsible, she wouldn't be able to hold him responsible.

Although Cheng Yan knew clearly that with Zandik's intelligence, he would probably have a way to deal with it even if he did these things under his real name.

It seems that Cheng Yan is now worrying about nothing.

With a slight sigh, Cheng Yan put away the piles of papers.

Amid the rustling, a piece of paper with some creases was squeezed out.

The handwriting on the paper is sharp, flowing yet elegant and decent.

Cheng Yan's eyes lit up, "Wow, this handwriting is so beautiful."

The sentence formed by the combination of fonts does not quite match the elegant and graceful words when read.

"Old friend...I'll never see you again."

The momentum revealed by these five characters is different from that of other fonts. Just by looking at them, one can sense the uneasiness and loss in the heart of the person who wrote them.

Cheng Yan pursed his lips, and as if possessed by a spirit, he picked up the pen and wrote a sentence under these five words.

"I miss you when you can't see you."

I wanted to utter some eloquent words, but Cheng Yan knew his own level clearly.

He scratched his head and looked at the paper in his hand that was "tainted" by his own words.

Although he had tried his best to write, the comparison between his own handwriting and the original handwriting on the paper was simply unbearable to look at.