Mystery: The Star Key

"Hello, Ms. Artea Grosways." Igna looked back in time and nodded to the animal trainer.

"Good morning, Mr. Dalot Evans." The tall, stern-faced Altaya also bowed to Ignatius.

The head of the regiment didn't know what he was talking about with Altaiya before. His face didn't seem very good-looking.

When the regimental commander saw Igna, his gray-blue eyes immediately lit up, and he also nodded to Igna: "Good morning, Dalot."

"Good morning, Mr. Head."

"Is there something wrong with coming to see me so early?" the head of the regiment said with a smile.

Looking at the commander's amiable appearance, Ignatius suddenly felt a surge of unbearableness in his heart. But Igna gritted his teeth and still submitted his resignation.

The head of the regiment opened the envelope with a smile, but the smile on the corner of his mouth froze when he saw the liquidated damages in the envelope. His hands trembled almost visibly as he held the resignation letter in the envelope.

However, even so, the head of the puppet circus still raised his head after reading the resignation letter, and smiled with his gray beard matching his expression.

Although this smile looks particularly embarrassing.

"Have you all made an appointment?" The head of the regiment said softly with a wry smile.

"What's the matter, Mr. Commander?" Igna asked in a low voice.

"Altaia also came to resign today." Matthew Connor pointed to Feysac, who was sitting beside him, "Altaia said that Ivan had little time left, and Altaia wanted to bring Ivan back to the mountains."

"And then, Esme disappeared today, and only asked Madeleine to hand over the liquidated damages to me." The commander said, "Now you have to resign. Isn't this an appointment?"

Igna was a little embarrassed. Looking at the commander's expression, he felt a little bit of unbearable.

Matthew Connor is already the best circus leader he's ever seen. He was very caring and caring for every circus employee. There is no boss look at all. He lived a very poor life. He didn't put the pressure of running a circus on his employees. Instead, he was running around all the time.

It seems that his only purpose in running the circus is to run a happy and free circus.

But even so, the puppet circus's finances are also stretched, and now the pillars are leaving one by one.

"Don't blame yourself, Dalot." The head of the regiment said so. He put Igna's resignation on the table, then walked around to Igna, and patted Igna on the shoulder.

"I know you and Artea, as well as Esme. I know that you must have your own reasons to submit your resignation. Besides, you all paid liquidated damages, so don't be burdened." The head of the regiment said comfortably. He smiled, although it didn't look good, but it was obvious that he tried his best.

"Thank you." Igna whispered. Still full of guilt, he lowered his head.

"Then, Dalot, when are you going to leave?" The regimental commander patted Igna's shoulder and asked.

"The night after tomorrow," Igna replied.

The main way from Constant to Aalto is by train. There are only trains to Aalto on Wednesday, Thursday, Friday and Sunday nights during the week. The closest shift that can usually go home is the day after tomorrow.

"I will find time alone to explain the situation to the employer who made an appointment for Wednesday night's trick show and apologize, and ask them whether to change other performances or accept compensation. If they accept compensation, then I will pay the liquidated damages myself." Igna told the group Chang said his next plan.

Even in a hurry, the work has to be handed over. This is the basic professional ethics.

And Igna planned to use these two days to visit the orphanage that he was familiar with before, and ask them if they could take in Octavius ​​and Rachel.

Although the atmosphere of the puppet circus is very good, a good education is a necessary condition for Octavius ​​and Rachel to have a bright future.

"Well... OK." After being stunned for a while, the head of the regiment nodded to Igna, and said, "Thank you."

"This is what I should do." Ignatius said, "It happened so suddenly, and I'm sorry too."

After saying those words, the office suddenly fell silent. In such an environment, Igna was on his back, but just as he was about to leave, Mr. Colonel took a deep breath as if determined, and then stopped him.

"Dalot."

"Yes, Mr. Commander." Igna replied.

"Since you are on the train at night, can you accompany Altaia to Thun tomorrow? Ivan is going to be buried in the forest. Thun is not far from Conston. If you leave early tomorrow morning to go to Thun If you are Encheng, you will be back in the afternoon the day after tomorrow."

"Huh?" Igna couldn't help frowning. This request from the boss is very strange.

Although there is indeed a certain feasibility, the time is still a little tight. It was not in his habit to arrange things so tightly. And, why let him go?

"No." Before Igna could refuse, Artea said ~www.readwn.com~ no need. "

"Didn't you promise to take Rachel out for a walk? Are you in charge of so many things alone?" The head of the regiment disagreed, "If Dalot follows you, I would be more at ease with Rachel. Rachel. Er has often told me that in addition to Uncle Starlet and Sister Artea, her favorite is Brother Dalot in the regiment."

What the hell?

Ignatius' eyebrows jumped involuntarily.

Why does this sound like a male mother?

No, no male mother!

"You can hire someone else to do it." But this sentence twirled around in Igna's heart and didn't say it.

The economic situation of the circus has been stretched, and now there are few big assets such as fortune-tellers, jugglers, and animal trainers. It is really difficult for the head of the regiment to take out the money.

And even letting other people go, such as Starlight, is not very convenient. Starlight, after all, has a prosthetic leg.

"If you can be sure to come back in the afternoon the day after tomorrow, yes." Igna was relieved. Think of it as the last thing to do for the puppet circus.

Ignatius wasn't too afraid that he wouldn't be back on Wednesday. Because even if there was an accident, there was a train back to Aalto on Thursday. It is not beyond the "good home" days of divination.

After getting Igna's approval, the head of the regiment looked at Artea and asked, "How is it?"

Altaïa was silent for a while, and finally nodded, agreeing to the leader's proposal.

She stretched out her hand to Igna and said, "Excuse me."

Igna smiled and held Altea's hand. Then, unexpectedly, he found that the trainer's palm was much warmer than her own. Dry and warm.

"No." Igna laughed.