Why it never ends

Chapter 108 List
Before falling asleep, Hesta sat back at the writing desk, turned on the lamp, and put the business card that Ava handed her in the afternoon on the desk.

The business card has Ava's office address and contact information written on it.

Hesta stared at the name and address silently for more than ten minutes, then pulled out a blank piece of paper from the side, leaned over and began to write.

Baron Richard Fernand
Sir Chris Hoffman
Viscount Frollo Fischer Rich
Viscount Claude Tanglar

Earl Kim Schmidt
Duke Aaron von Villefort
Pierre Roger

Gabriel Roger

david roger
After writing the last name, Hesta stopped writing. She stared at the nine names, and then solemnly crossed "Baron Richard Fernand".

Except for Pierre Roger, who is in the middle, she still doesn't know her whereabouts, and she has already inquired about the details of the others.

From last night to this morning, an exquisite plan had been simmering in her chest, and now it was outlined, but the remaining tasks were still serious.

Some unexpected variables have occurred, which are both opportunities and dangers.

Maybe she does need a helping hand?
But before that, she needs to figure out why Ava is reaching out.

She memorized all the information on Ava Morgan's business card, and then threw the business card and the white paper with seven names on it into the brazier and burned it.

……

The next evening, Hesta waited in front of the school where Valenti worked, arms folded.

Miss Valenti didn't know why she suddenly said that she wanted to take her to see a musical at noon today. She wanted to refuse, but she didn't expect to make up an excuse. Valenti told her that Ava had reserved for her today. Night leave.

Hesta weighed it for a moment, but still agreed.

She was fine, but she kind of wished she could avoid unnecessary contact with Valenti as much as possible.

Although most of the time, Miss Valenti is a very foolish person, but she is often suddenly keen on some unexpected details, and catches some abnormalities that the parties are not aware of.

Hesta glanced at his watch. It was 4:22 in the afternoon.

Valenti should finish class at 4:30 pm, and the musical starts at 7:00 pm. Before going to the theater, they can go to a nearby meal, and the time is just in time.

Hesta was pacing around the side entrance of the school. There were some shops facing the street, mainly hardware stores, occasionally a few small shops selling accessories for carriages and horses, and there was an iron shop diagonally across the corner.Hesta saw the large scissors and long pliers hanging on the wall of the store from a distance. She wanted to go in and take a look, but when she pushed the iron door, she found that the bolt behind the door was locked. There was also a stove with a kettle on it, but the owner of the shop didn't know where he was. Hesta looked around and waited for a while, but could only give up.

The setting sun at the end of September slowly shifted in the distant sky until it just slipped into this alley, and the orange sunset illuminated everything on the ground golden.

In every sunny evening, this street looks like this for about ten minutes. Hesta looked fascinated by the quartz sand contained in an iron bucket at the corner of the street. In the past, old Charlie’s backyard was always piled up. Sand piles, everything was golden when the sun went down, and she could look at it for a long time.

Suddenly, Hesta felt something hit him.

She turned around, and saw an eleven or twelve-year-old boy with his head in his arms, grinning and slumped to the ground. Just as she was about to reach out to help her, she heard a cry from a distance, probably shouting, "Give me back what?" Give me" and the like, the nasal voice was too strong for Hesta to hear.

The little boy stood up and patted the ashes on his body and was about to run when Hesta suddenly grabbed him by the collar.

"What are you doing!" he yelled.

"What are you holding in your hand?" Hesta asked.

He quickly hid his right hand behind his back, "It's none of your business—"

Before the little boy could speak, he suddenly noticed that the black-haired, black-eyed sister in front of him had a slightly terrifying expression on his face, and his arrogance suddenly went out a lot.

"You, you let me go," his voice became quieter, but he kept twisting his neck, trying to escape from Hesta's hand, "I'm playing with my sister—"

At this moment, a little girl came running, crying. She was very small, maybe only six or seven years old, with the same hair color and eyes as the boy.

As soon as she saw Hesta—especially Hesta, who was holding up her brother's collar and looking very fierce, the little girl's crying stopped abruptly.

She stood still far away, not daring to approach, but she was still sobbing uncontrollably.

Hesta squatted down, but still grabbed the boy by the collar, and beckoned to the little girl, "Come here."

With her hands behind her back, the little girl walked to Hesta's side tremblingly.

"What did he rob you of?" asked Hesta.

The little girl was still choking. She was a little shy and a little scared, but when Hesta looked at her, there seemed to be no hostility in her eyes. She lowered her head and murmured, "He stole... my key."

For a moment, Hesta was stunned for a moment, and the scene in front of her suddenly felt very strange.

"Where's the key?" Hesta looked at the boy.

The little boy gritted his teeth, his cheeks were puffed up, but he still stretched out his hand reluctantly, spread out his palm, and a wooden spoon with mottled surface appeared in front of Hesta. Went half way.

Just as she wanted the little boy to be more honest and hand over the things as soon as possible, she saw the little girl happily going to pick them up.

"Is this your key?" Hesta was surprised.

"Yes, this is my key." The little girl cried and laughed, and she blinked hard a few times, "This is the key I made, and I will bring it to handicraft class tomorrow..."

"This is a spoon! This is a spoon!" The little boy clenched his fists again, and he yelled loudly, "What kind of key, no one's key looks like this—"

"Give it back to her." Hesta interrupted mercilessly.

The little boy's tantrum died down again, and he stared at his sister, watching her take the thing away from him.

"Eureka?" Valenti's voice came from afar.

Hesta raised her head, and sure enough, she saw Valenti had appeared at the school gate——she looked at Hesta in amazement, because at this moment, Hesta's movements and the expressions of the two children beside her made her look It's like a bully blocking people at the school gate.

Valenti trotted closer: "What are you doing?"

Hesta loosened the boy's clothes and stood up, "I'm..."

"Bring it to you!" The boy who regained his freedom suddenly snatched the "key" from his sister, and threw the wooden spoon into the stove under the nearby courtyard wall.He quickly ran a few steps, then turned around and yelled at his sister, "You're really embarrassing your father for making something like this and taking it to school!"

The little girl froze for a moment, then instinctively ran towards the stove.

"Don't move!" Hesta pulled her to his side with sharp eyes and quick hands.

The little girl's tears welled up, and she was just about to cry, but the scene in front of her forced her to choke back her voice—Hesta quickly moved forward to remove the kettle, and she rolled up her right sleeve, Covering his mouth and nose with his left arm, he went into battle with his bare hands and directly took out the "key" from the shallow furnace mouth.

(End of this chapter)