Chapter 122 Everyone Betrayed the Order in the End
"Harold, you really have a talent for writing papers!" Kavi recovered from his shock and exclaimed in surprise.
Setare and Seno, who were sitting nearby, also showed surprised expressions. Although they were not as troubled by the papers as some other scholars, they could not come up with so many paper titles suitable for their research projects in a few seconds.
Haroldt has a quick mind, which is his advantage. His wonderful ideas should largely come from this... The hybridization of monsters and plants can almost be regarded as touching the red line. He will know how to measure it. I hope he will not change from "Harold" to "Hello" because of this advantage.
In the society activities where the other four people had a certain understanding, Seno naturally showed some undisguised surprise and praise.
Setale looked at Harold with eyes full of respect. She once again intuitively felt the ability of this adult. Thinking of the recent evaluation and attitude of the scholars in the Institute of Decrees towards Harold, she couldn't help but silently recite Harold's promise to her and his warnings in her heart, telling herself that Harold must have planned everything and she just had to follow his instructions.
Just like last time, following Harold's advice, he used "Shakespeare" as his pen name, borrowed a typewriter from a Liyue merchant in Omos Port, typed out anonymous letters and sent them to various theaters.
She had been feeling anxious ever since, fearing that the theater members would think it was a prank, or report the letters she had sent to the Ordinance, or that she might have implicated someone who was willing to help her.
A week later, all the letters fell on deaf ears. Although she knew that this might be because the theater members were in the midst of intensive preparations or were unwilling to respond in order to avoid risks, she still couldn't help feeling anxious.
After spending ten days in tension and anxiety, she finally heard familiar lyrics while passing by the Grand Bazaar. She was stunned for a moment, and then almost ran towards the source of the singing.
From afar, she saw members of a theater rehearsing in the open air. A brown-haired lady sang verses with the scent of yellow sand in a graceful voice. Porters passing by, small vendors in a nearby grocery store, and elderly people staying at home were all attracted by this open-air performance and stopped to listen briefly.
Setale controlled her emotions and, like everyone else, just stood there and watched. When a rehearsal was over, she started clapping like everyone else, except that she clapped harder than everyone else. She didn't stop even when her hands were sore.
After the enthusiastic applause stopped, the theater members announced loudly that their theater would launch a new show and everyone was welcome to watch it.
Then, the theater members who had been prepared took out flyers and scattered them to the crowd. The white papers were like butterflies fluttering in the air. People nearby couldn't help but reach out and hold them in their palms. Even the flyers that fell on the ground were quickly picked up.
The faces of the few theater members were filled with joyful smiles. Their theater was not large, far inferior to the famous Zubair Theater in the Grand Bazaar. The members' performances were not outstanding, and the theater had no money to hire famous playwrights. The theater had been in a financial crisis.
Until they received the letter from Mr. Shakespeare, after reading it, everyone in the theater was impressed by his talent and his spirit. In addition, the theater had been facing a financial crisis. When the theater manager decided to use the script sent by Mr. Shakespeare, no one raised any objection.
Now, they have received good feedback. The lady singing the hymns took a freshly picked sweet flower from a child and pinned it behind her ear with a kind smile. She looks forward to the next letter from Mr. Shakespeare.
Our art can penetrate the windbreak. Setale recalled the time when Harold asked her to try to translate poetry and novels, and she could not help but sigh that the adult was so far-sighted.
As long as I do what he says, things will definitely change, Setale thought hopefully.
El Haisen...
Elhaisen was pleased that Harold did his part of the work, so he didn't have to spend extra energy dealing with the House of Decrees.
It would be better if the bird Harold brought back would stop making noise in its cage.
Kavi quickly picked up the pen and carefully wrote down all the paper topics that Haroldt had mentioned before, before he forgot them.
Then they thought of some paper topics, picked out the most suitable ones, and claimed their own parts based on their respective areas of expertise.
After doing all this, Senor, who had become a high-ranking disciplinary officer, suddenly said, "I have a proposal. After the society's activities are over, we can keep the society. This will make it easier for us to conduct academic exchanges outside of the subject."
It can also provide a suitable excuse for some of the secret activities you are carrying out. Seno did not say the second half of the sentence, because he knew that everyone present understood.
In the previous activities, in addition to completing the project, they also read poems and novels translated by Setare. Kavi also took the opportunity to invite Setare and Harold to test the sacrificial typewriter.
These activities obviously cannot be carried out in a high-profile manner, but as long as there is the guise of a society and in the name of exchanging interim results, their frequent gatherings and close contacts with each other will not attract attention.
"Well, that's a good idea. After the paper is submitted, I will immediately apply for the next project. According to the regulations of the Council of Magistrates, if everyone in our society signs on the new research topic, we can skip the process of disbanding the society and re-submitting the list of personnel, and start the next research directly.
Our exchange and learning this time was very pleasant, and I am very happy to continue to open new cooperative projects with you - what do you think? "Kavi immediately agreed.
He cherishes this time of studying together, considering it one of the happiest parts of his study career at the academy, and hopes that this time will continue.
He will be able to make a voice input typewriter in a while, and he will ask Setale to help test it then. The existence of the society means that they can plan ahead without having to worry about whether it will take up each other's time.
The textbook that Elhaisen is about to complete can also be taken to the society to seek the opinions of Seniors Senor and Setare. They are desert people and should be able to see the problems better, Kavi thought to himself.
El Haisen: "If the topic is suitable, I have no objection."
"I think that's a good idea," said Harold.
Is this "academic exchange" of yours serious? Harold did not show any abnormality on the surface, but he could not help but complain in his heart.
This society seems to be developing in a strange direction. Maybe one day it will become an undercover training camp. In this case, why not call the new topic "Everyone betrayed the High Court in the end?"
Seno and Setale have successfully penetrated into the enemy, and Elhaisen and I will follow closely behind. Only Kavi, who is determined to open an independent architectural design studio, is out of tune with the four of us.
The secretary, secretary, and security captain around you are all undercover agents. You are so miserable, Azar, you have been surrounded by undercover agents.
Why is this situation somewhat similar to someone else's?
You said so, Gin.