Academic Gathering with Lich Colleagues

Chapter 3 A Job

After experiencing the collapse of the college, witnessing the miracle of the Holy Light, and finally finding out that he was nowhere to be found, Lyle felt haggard, and even wanted to go to the spot and take a deep sleep.

But he kept his spirits high and queued up early at the bakery he frequented.

It's a bakery, it's more like a relief station. The owner doesn't seem to have any intention of doing business. The price of bread is much lower than the average price, but the quality is also ridiculous.

But some bad taste doesn't affect filling, does it?

With his meager savings, he bought a piece of brown bread, and the texture in his hand was no different from that of a cane. Lyle couldn't help but recall his young self who tried to eat the brown bread raw, and felt that his teeth began to hurt again.

The correct way to use this food is to soak it in water to soften it, and it is best served with hot soup.Lyle is also familiar with several forest farms in Cassandel, and there are some edible wild mushrooms in the shadows. Fortunately, there are relevant records in the textbooks of the medical school, so that they will not die from poisoning.

When I got home, I started to boil the water and boil the soup. The mushrooms were torn into small pieces. The bread was directly placed in the water pot, and the other end was exposed high outside the pot, which could be used as a soup spoon.Lyle does not live a delicate life, nor does he care about life. Under such living conditions, every expense consumes Lyle's brain cells, and he has no idea of ​​​​playing hard. He just wants to work hard now and in the future. Been a little better.

It seemed that there was still a little time before dinner began. Lyle sat down at the only table in the house. Except for a small piece in front of him, the rest of the place was filled with medical-related books, notes, and papers sparsely piled together.

In the past, this short period of leisure was bound to be used to review homework, but now it is unnecessary. The carrier of this knowledge will be regarded as taboo and burned down soon, just like the future that I originally planned, it will be reduced to ashes. .

There was a sound of bubbling in the pot, and Lyle approached. A section of black bread soaked in the pot had begun to soften, and it was finally able to break off smoothly. Put the rest in the cabinet for future rations. Cook it for another 10 minutes or so.But you must chew slowly when eating. This kind of bread is often mixed with sawdust. If you don’t bite carefully, it will get stuck in your throat in the next second, and it will hurt you to death.

Hunger had begun to appear, and Lyle watched the soup roll with all her heart.

Until the knock on the door startled him.

This era is not very peaceful. As far as Lyle knows, there are no less than ten countries at war. Fortunately, Cassandel is in the hinterland of the kingdom, but petty theft is inevitable.

"Who's outside?" There was no decent iron at home, and Lyle took the remaining bread sticks in his hands.

A low male voice came to mind outside the door. "it's me."

Crisis lifted.

The sound of cold water being poured upon listening to it is familiar to Lyle, the owner of this sound.

Ralph Buller.

Lyle's cheap uncle, his father's younger brother, the relationship between the two brothers is not harmonious, the kind that is so bad that even if they are in the same city, Lyle knows very little about it. The first time they met was At his parents' funeral, it was also the time when he traveled through the past.

With a face that looks like Daddy Cheap, with a hunched back and a dead face, everyone looks like they owe two to five million to eighty thousand. His eyebrows are always twisted together. After the funeral, he came to be alone. In front of Lyle, who was alone, he said, "I'm your uncle, Ralph Buller."

At that time, Lyle was absorbing the memory of this body, and the whole person was in a trance.Looking at this gloomy man quietly, waiting for the next.

"I'm a sheriff in Cassandale."

Lyle was silent.

Ralph was silent.

Lyle was silent.

"...live well."

The conversation between the uncle and nephew ended.

It took Lyle a long time to realize that this socially retarded uncle was actually a kind hearted man.Maybe it's because the brother's orphans realize that the estrangement doesn't need to exist.

Lyle was outside the academy and saw him more than once.

As soon as he sees Lyle approaching, he will say to himself, "I'm on patrol." Then he will leave Lyle's sight.

All in all, the relationship between the uncle and nephew is not bad.

Lyle opened the door, and the man in the black uniform stood outside.

Ralph likes to speak only half a sentence.

"I'm on patrol tonight. (So I came to see you)"

"Ah."

"The Eiffel School of Medicine is closed. (What are you going to do in the future?)"

"I haven't figured out what to do next."

"...(...)"

"..."

"The sheriff needs a forensic doctor." The word forensic doctor was mentioned by Lyle and Ralph. In some cases, the cause of death did not surface so easily. The lack of evidence and the vague wording of witnesses were all obstacles to the investigation.

"What about the autopsy results?"

"Autopsy?"

"Is there no forensic doctor in the sheriff?"

"...(Forensic?)"

Lyle explained the role of forensics in detail.

"Desecrate the dead. (This is not right.)"

"The dead are more important than the living."

"..."

I didn't expect Ralph to bring it up again now, Lyle thought, this is indeed a way out, but now it seems that this way is a bit deviant.

Medicine is taboo, and desecrating corpses is taboo. If this is discovered by the church, it will be burned.

"Give you a public sheriff. (Private forensic work.)"

"..."

"The top doesn't want to rely too much on the church."

"?" You're a policeman, why did the church provoke you?

"The killer turned himself in and detailed the modus operandi. (The church made him do it.)"

My holy light, cow, what do the police have to do with this.

"Understood, pity each other with the same disease, the rabbit dies and the fox grieves."

"...Are you going to do it?"

"Go! How is the treatment?"

"Standard treatment."

"Okay, anyway, I'm a national civil servant. I'm going to work tomorrow. Do I need any written documents? Do I need an exam?"

"No, there is something waiting for you now."

"Ok?"

"A body is now lying in the bureau, the cause of death is unknown."

"I'll go now?"

Ralph looked in the direction of the pot.

"Actually, it's not too urgent. (You can eat first.)"

"Then why don't we have some together?" Lyle pulled his chair over and prepared to serve Ralph a bowl. After all, he helped him solve the employment problem, so he still wanted to express his gratitude.

"I still have to patrol. (No need.)"

"Wait for you to report to the bureau," Ralph took out the letter from his pocket, with his name written on the surface, probably a letter of introduction or something.

"Give the letter to Mr. Wilt, and he'll make arrangements for you."

"Ah."

Ralph walked out of the gate, his figure slowly engulfed by the darkness, and then he walked back.

"Lyle."

"Is something forgotten?" Lyle stood up.

"Remember to lock the door when you leave."

Running back to say something, Lyle looked at the walls of the family in the shadow of the fire, and smiled at Ralph, "Okay."

"Ah."

(End of this chapter)