Because the participants were all from the mystical side, when Everton first chose the location, his top priority was the seclusion of the venue.
So the actual location of the exhibition
was set in a private manor located four kiloters outside of Blenheim City.
It was said that the forr owner of the manor obtained a very satisfactory price from Everton and has now moved with his family to the newest residential area of Springs, enjoying the splendid life of the capital.
And in Blenheim, under the influence of the "Ginkgo Leaf Business Alliance," everything had been going smoothly for Everton before the temporary suspension of the exhibition.
No troublemakers dared to cause a disturbance near the manor, the Investigation Bureau dispatched personnel for defense as usual, and the flow of people was routinely reported to the recorders of the church.
All the necessary tasks were being carried out thodically.
It wasn’t until a heretic Magician caused trouble that the manor had to close and seal off for half a month.
Then today,
Ronald arrived at the manor outside of the city, which led to his problem’s ergence.
Cleaning and tidying up the manor were naturally handled by professionals.
The first thing Ronald had to confront wasn’t how to start the security asures.
What he faced, in fact, was a visitor list spanning dozens of pages, with a specific count reaching into the hundreds.
He had to morize all this information of over a hundred visitors, and then categorize them according to their status and rank.
In a place like a business association, not rembering people was a serious mishap.
And even out of his personal interest, Ronald had to commit the list to mory.
This was not information that he, alone, could have collected.
"..."
"Truly impressive..."
So sitting in an office by a second-floor window, Ronald was honing his mory skills with the roster in front of him.
One had to admit.
The "Ginkgo Leaf Business Alliance" truly had a formidable intelligence-gathering capability.
A list of hundreds, although they couldn’t pinpoint each individual’s exact school of thought, they did have an approximate assessnt of the types of Spells controlled by the targets.
Moreover, the records on the targets’ interpersonal relationships were even more detailed.
Even more, they had categorized them in advance based on political leanings, economic power, greed for wealth, fondness for beauty, and other factors, doing so with considerable refinent.
And furthermore...
Moreover, the level of painting skill in this world was also quite advanced!
Ronald, as an avid reader, greatly admired the craftsmanship of the person who compiled the roster.
Beside each na, the book’s creator sketched each face with such lifelike precision using pencil, while the layout remained clean and orderly, free of any ss.
If one were to categorize it, this was a work of very high completion!
To put it bluntly,
for ordinary people, the creative value of this booklet was beyond comprehension, not to ntion the figures depicted within, who all held certain statuses in the mystical side.
That Ronald could now casually place this docunt before him
was thanks to his earlier negotiations with Everton.
The provision of intelligence, this was one of the most directly demonstrable aspects.
"..."
"Sigh——"
Alone, he stared at the roster and morized it, and it was about nine o’clock in the morning...
Of course, Ronald knew exactly that it was nine o’clock, five minutes, and twenty-four seconds in the Blenheim ti zone...
He let out a sowhat dejected breath and then stood up from his chair.
He turned and walked to the window, pushed it open, and the cold and fresh air imdiately surged into the second-floor room from the pure white world outside.
Outside was a landscape draped in silver.
Blenheim had snowed again.
Since last night, when Ronald went to bed, heavy snow had begun to fall from the sky.
Nearly one and a half months into winter, Ronald had witnessed several snowfalls.
But the snow from last night until today was far more exaggerated than anything he had seen this year.
The most direct sensation
was that just overnight, the accumulated snow had already passed his instep when he stepped outside this morning.
Even now, snowflakes continued to float down outside the window.
...
In that case, sothing interesting had arisen.
In such severe weather, how many people would attend the exhibition event today?
Ten o’clock in the morning was the start ti for the exhibition.
And there was still about an hour left until opening.
Staring at the dazzling white outside the window, Ronald stood for nearly a quarter of an hour before silently shaking his head.
He might as well continue to check the list...
He took a deep breath of the fresh air outside, and Ronald’s originally stiff thinking beca sharp due to the brisk winter chill.
Snap—
With a light sound, he closed the window.
It was not that Ronald didn’t want to breathe the fresh air outside,
but that was the rule.
To ensure the safety of the exhibition, a spell had been cast upon the main building of the manor; closing the windows ensured the integrity of the defense system, and also blocked so unfriendly gazes.
Since he had accepted the task from others, he should do it well,
"..."
Returning to his chair, Ronald forcefully morized the list, gradually recapturing the spirit of learning from his school days.
The basic learning capabilities brought by nine years of compulsory education proved beneficial even in this otherworldly place.
"Compulsory education is really great..."
Together with Ronald’s barely audible sigh in the room,
the heavy snow outside continued to increase its thickness on the ground, unconcerned.
As ti passed, ten o’clock ca as expected.
Ronald’s office was conveniently located directly above the main gate for easy movent and observation of visitors.
Thus, when the gatekeeper opened the gates, he vaguely heard the commotion.
There had been no signs of carriages coming during this period, and this weather likely discouraged anyone enthusiastic enough to walk out of the city on foot.
With this thought, Ronald’s gaze still lingered on the book on the desk.
At the sa ti, his right hand waved nonchalantly.
Swoosh—
The black mist created by the "Fury" spread along the shadows in the corner of the room, spreading like sentient life throughout the dark corners of the exhibition, providing protection for this suburban manor.
—Ronald’s work ti had arrived.
However, it turned out that in this damnable weather, indeed no one liked to get up early, nor did anyone walk to the suburban exhibition event.
Due to the heavy snow,
not a single visitor had co here all morning.
It was only after Ronald had finished the complintary lunch provided by the manor and another hour had passed.
Just around two in the afternoon, he faintly heard the sound of a carriage traveling along the road to the outside of the manor.
"Soone has co."
Ronald stretched and then stood up from the chair.
Today’s rare first guest, he certainly had to take a good look at them.
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