Dorothy's Forbidden Tome

"Gregorus's talent is obvious to all of you. He became an apprentice 'Concealer' within two years after he stepped into the secret. His extraordinary force has caused us a lot of trouble. If we can solve him... it is best to tempt him. He fell to us... Ann's seclusion in Igwent will greatly weaken our suppression."

Listening to Buck's words, Burton also nodded.

"Well... compared to the other captains of the Anyin Bureau, Greg is the youngest, least vigilant, and least experienced, so he is also the best one to attack. As long as we can control his only sister, use She goes to Gregorus, and the fastest knife in James' hands will be in our hands...

"So Buck, what's the situation with his sister now?"

After taking another sip of "red wine", Buck replied slowly.

"According to intelligence, Gregory sent his sister to St. Amanda's school the morning before yesterday."

"St. Amanda? It's not easy to do anything there..." Listening to Buck's words, Clifford said with a slight frown, and Buck also nodded.

"Yes, so it must be done outside the school. I am already making arrangements. Although it is a bit risky, this time I decided to let the people under our hands come in person."

While speaking, Buck forked another piece of meat and put it in his mouth. He chewed the uncooked fresh meat in his mouth, and dark red blood flowed out from the corner of his mouth.

……

On a sunny morning, the western suburbs of Eagle Winter, the banks of the Iron Mud River, and St. Amanda's School.

In a spacious room, bright sunlight comes in through the open windows and shines on a low table. On the low table are several geometric plasters of various shapes. The plaster appears under the sunlight. There is an obvious shadow relationship between black, white and gray, and around this low table, there is a circle of students drawing plaster bodies with drawing boards. Restoration on paper.

And one of them was Dorothy.

"Damn it... I never expected that art is still a compulsory subject in this school... It's the first time I've seen this kind of middle school..."

Complaining in her heart, Dorothy, who was sitting in front of the drawing board, looked at the geometry she had drawn again, and the more she looked at it, the more awkward she felt.

'Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

I don't know how many times, Dorothy continued to erase the geometry that had just been shaped and prepared to redraw it.

"Damn, if you continue to redraw like this, it will be endless... Don't wait until the get out of class is over and you won't even be able to hand in your homework..."

At this time, one of the male students among them accidentally knocked over the low table in order to pick up the eraser, causing the geometric plaster body on it to fall to the ground, and the sound when it landed was so loud that everyone around them jumped.

'nice boy!I feel very uncomfortable with the shape of these plaster composite pendulums, just knocking down the heavy pendulum...'

Seeing the scene in front of her, Dorothy couldn't help but feel happy, but she also bent down to pick up the scattered plaster bodies on the ground.

Then after she got one of the cubes, she frowned slightly.

"It's so heavy...so cold...the touch, the weight...it doesn't look like plaster at all..."

Then, Dorothy stroked the cube in her hand carefully...

'This feels...more like...a stone?Are these geometries all stone?Shouldn't plaster be used to place still lifes normally?What are you doing? '

Chapter 33 Volt

In the art room, Dorothy felt a little puzzled holding the stone cube in her hand. In her previous life, she also learned a little bit of art. Logically speaking, shouldn't all still life sketches be made of plaster?Never seen a stone.

After putting the stone cube in her hand back on the low table, Dorothy came to the cabinet at the edge of the classroom while the teacher was rearranging the still life, looked at the lifelike plaster head on the cabinet, and gave birth to her hands touched.

'This portrait is also a stone...it's just covered with a layer of white powder, which looks like plaster. Is this school so luxurious?Still life with stone carvings...and so much more...'

Looking at the whole row of lifelike stone statues on the cabinet, I couldn't help but feel confused.

Plaster statues are very different from stone statues. Plaster statues only need to make a mold, then pour plaster into the mold, and then it can be made after the plaster dries. As long as the mold is in place, it can be mass-produced at a very low cost.

But the stone statue is different, it needs a whole stone to be slowly carved out by hand, both the construction period and the energy consumed are much longer than plaster statues, so generally speaking, art still life sketching is no matter whether it is painting geometry or human head. They all use plaster statues, and a carefully carved stone statue can enlarge the local punctuation on the street.

And this school is a bit awesome. It not only uses the stone statues in the art room as still lifes for students to sketch from life, but also has so many. The more important thing is that these stone statues are still carved lifelike, with high precision, and each There are no duplicate samples, and you can tell it is the master's handwriting at a glance.

Thinking of this, Dorothy recalled that there seemed to be a lot of various stone statues in many other places in this school. Is there any stone carving master in this school?

For a moment, Dorothy couldn't help feeling a little doubt in her heart. With such doubts, Dorothy insisted on finishing the painting and waiting until after class, she planned to find someone to ask, and as for who to ask, she already had someone in mind up.

During the lunch break, the increasingly hot sun was scorching the campus. In a corridor somewhere in the school, an old school worker was cleaning a stone bust standing by the roadside.

The janitor looked serious, and he cleaned every detail on the stone statue carefully. He didn't let go of the cochlea, under the nose, eyebrow bow, inside the collar, and even under the eyelids. Wipe it clean.

Just as the old school worker was working seriously, a voice came from beside him.

"Mr. Dean, I want to ask you something."

Hearing this voice, the old school worker was taken aback for a moment, then turned his head away, and then he saw a white-haired girl standing aside, wearing a black girls' school uniform, with a polite smile, and then a trace of doubts.

"Excuse me, miss, are you..."

"Dorothy Methhouse, have you forgotten? We met before, not long ago, on my first day of school." Dorothy reminded with a smile, and Dean The old school worker also nodded.

"Oh, now that I think about it, thank you brothers and sisters, but what's the matter now? Miss Messhouse?" Dean smiled slightly, and then said to Dorothy in a slightly old voice, and Dorothy Xi replied immediately.

"It's Mr. Dean. I found that there are many exquisite statues in the school, especially in the art room. You can't see this phenomenon in other places. Do you know the origin of these statues? ?” Dorothy said curiously to the old school worker in front of her, she had already found out his name before, and knew that he had worked in this school for many years.

"Hehe... Are you interested in those statues? It's no wonder that there are no such exquisite still lifes in other places where you can cultivate fine arts. After all, these are not defective products poured out of plaster and molds. Each one is exquisite and lifelike. For some stores, they can be used as town treasures."

Listening to Dorothy's words, Dean showed a clear smile on his face, and then continued to speak.

"These statues were all carved by the principal of this school, Mr. Aldrich. That gentleman is a master in sculpture. He likes to display the carved things in the school as sketches for the students. , cultivate the artistic atmosphere of the whole school, he also hopes that one day this school can produce more artists..."

"The principal of this school... Aldrich?"

Looking at the smiling old school worker in front of her, Dorothy was lost in thought.

……

In the afternoon, in a classroom, a religious teacher with gray temples and glasses was enthusiastically announcing the teachings of the Radiance Sect on the podium. The students in the audience were praying and taking notes, while behind the classroom At the second-to-last table near the window, Dorothy was propping her head up, looking at the scene outside the window in boredom.

He could see that in the garden downstairs, the old school worker Dean was nimbly running around with a pair of large scissors, earnestly repairing the plants in the garden. The gardening he cut out was neat and beautiful, very ornamental .

"It's necessary to confirm a little... just a little boring..."

While thinking, Dorothy glanced at the religious teacher on the podium, took out a box from her messenger bag, pulled it out, put on the corpse puppet ring inside, and then said to Dorothy A big gecko crawled out of his pocket.

Wearing the puppet ring, Dorothy controlled the gecko to quietly crawl out of the classroom and to the entire campus, and Dorothy's senses were also extended through this.

……

The sun was setting, and the day passed quickly.

At dusk, when St. Amanda's school was dismissed, it was finally time for Dorothy to go home after a hard day.

Of course, Dorothy can go home after school. This does not mean that St. Amanda's School is a day school. On the contrary, it adopts a full boarding system, and the reason Dorothy can go home is because she It's a girl.

The discrimination in education in this era is very serious, not only in terms of status and class, but also in terms of gender.

Before the Industrial Revolution, there were almost no opportunities for women to receive education. For example, aristocratic women only hired tutors at most. Grammar schools and even universities like St. Amanda were all boys' schools, and boys were also in the school. Boarding.

After the Industrial Revolution, the status of women was slightly improved. Some middle schools began to accept female students, and children of nobles, bourgeois and citizens with economic conditions like Dorothy began to be able to enter middle schools.

Of course, this is not a common phenomenon. Nowadays, there are still a large number of middle schools that still adhere to the tradition of boys’ schools. Those like St. Amanda who are willing to recruit female students and change from boys’ schools to coeducational schools are pioneers of the times. Yes, but they have also made some concessions to the tradition, for example, the proportion of female students will not be much, for example, the current girls cannot board.

If a large number of female students boarded with male students, even strict separation of beds would be considered indecent by conservatives in society.

The fact that female students cannot board is not good news for female students, because it will cost them many evening classes, which will widen the gap between their grades and male students.

But these are completely indifferent to Dorothy. Anyway, she can take less of those weird courses, such as general mathematics, logic, art, grammar, etc., but religion, etiquette She really can't accept the lectures, unless it's for spirituality, or she doesn't want to listen to it at all.

In this way, as usual, Dorothy and a group of rich ladies walked towards the school in the setting sun as usual, and there were already many carriages waiting at the school gate.

Many daughters of nobles and bourgeois families have their own carriages to pick them up at this time. Those like Dorothy who can't afford their own exclusive carriages can only take a taxi home.

Fortunately, knowing that many students in St. Amanda's school need to take a carriage when school is over, some freelance coachmen usually park their carriages at the school gate. Dorothy used to take these taxis back, anyway, the taxi fare is not expensive. expensive.

Slowly, Dorothy walked out of the school gate with her satchel on her shoulders. As usual, she glanced at the place where the general coachmen gathered, but she didn't see a free coachman's carriage.

'Strange... Usually there should be several cars parked here, right? '

Looking at the scene in front of her, Dorothy thought suspiciously, but at this moment, there was a sound of horseshoes in the distance. Dorothy turned her head and saw a carriage being pulled towards her from a distance by the driver. It drove over, and then stopped firmly in front of him.

"Miss, do you want a ride?"

The coachman in the carriage looked at Dorothy below, and said with a smile, while Dorothy was slightly taken aback.

'I'm looking for a car...the car is here?Isn't it a bit of a coincidence, this guy seems to drive here after seeing me coming out...'

"Hmm... let me think about it for a while..."

Pretending to be in agreement, Dorothy secretly activated the puppet ring, causing the gecko hiding in her pocket to poke out its eyes slightly to observe the surroundings, especially the blind spot of her sight.

Then, she found that behind her obliquely, two adults in hats and windbreakers had approached at some point. They were pretending to read newspapers while staring at Dorothy in front of them.

"Looks like... I've been targeted..."

Seeing this scene, Dorothy took a deep breath, then, as if she had made up her mind, she looked at the coachman in front of her and said.

"Okay, please go to Mr. Nanyang Hualu."

"Miss Ming, please come up."

Listening to the coachman's words, Dorothy walked forward, then accidentally slipped and fell down.

"Ouch~"

"Are you all right miss!"

Seeing this, the coachman hurriedly got out of the car and helped Dorothy up, and Dorothy also took the opportunity to cast a sideways glance at the coachman's waist.

There, hangs a gun case...

'There are guns...'

"thanks……"

While thanking, Dorothy was supported by the coachman and walked into the carriage. Then, the coachman set up the carriage and drove forward.

Seeing this scene, the man standing behind Dorothy looked at each other, and then walked towards the corner of an intersection in the distance. After a while, two more carriages drove out from the corner, followed by behind the carriage in which Dorothy was riding.

And on the gravel road, after watching the three carriages leave, a gecko quickly crawled towards the campus.

Chapter 34 Gunfire

The sun is setting and the night is approaching.

As night fell slowly, Igwent gradually turned on a little bit of light, starting the bustling time at night, but in the outskirts far away from the main city, darkness still came as expected.

It was not yet completely dark, and darkness shrouded the wilderness in the western suburbs of Igwent. On a suburban road, there were three carriages driving one after another. The drivers drove the horses forward. The surrounding environment was silent, only dense The sound of horseshoes and wheels sounded.

An adult man in a windbreaker was sitting in the front and back two cars, and their eyes were on the two cars in the middle, and in the carriage compartment in the middle, Dorothy was sitting quietly. In it, she is currently reading a thick book seriously by the gas lamp in the carriage, at least on the surface...

'Sure enough...it's not the way to the city...and it's getting farther and farther...'

In the carriage, Dorothy, who was pretending to be reading a book, clearly knew that she was in a dangerous situation, but now she also knew that she couldn't show this, as doing so would only irritate the enemy and thus lose the opportunity.

'The one in the front...the one in the back, I have been traveling with this car since the beginning and have never left. I am almost certain that they are my accomplices. They took me away in this way, which shows that they don't want to make a big noise. ...'

While flipping through the pages of the book in her hand, Dorothy was analyzing in her heart, and there was no wave on her expression. In the eyes of the coachmen, she seemed to have no idea that she had been kidnapped.

'This way of action against me should be the Crimson Sacrament, they haven't given up on arresting me yet.And they don't know where they got the information that I came to Igwent, and even know that I entered St. Amanda's school, so they started to act again? '

"Heh... If that's the case, then their intelligence network is really well developed..."

With a sneer in her heart, Dorothy turned the page again, and continued reading with the lights on.

'Now I guess I'm being taken to their stronghold. Although I don't know what their purpose is, I must not be taken there. Although I made a little arrangement on the school side before, I haven't seen any reaction until now. It seems that this For once, I can only rely on myself...'

'I can't go any further, otherwise, if I meet my companions, it will be more difficult to deal with more enemies, so I can only do it now...'

"There is a driver and a passenger in each of the front and rear cars, plus the driver on my car, there are five people in total. I'm afraid they all have guns. It's not easy to deal with. We must act first..."

While thinking, Dorothy turned a page, and what appeared behind it was not dense text, but a revolver lying quietly.

The thick book held in Dorothy's hand, except for the first few pages, is complete, and all the pages behind are only the edges and the middle is hollowed out, becoming a paper groove, and in this groove, Dorothy Xi put a pistol, that's right, it was the revolver Dorothy got from Edrick when she just traveled here.

Because she knew that she was being watched by the cult, Dorothy always carried the key items with her, even when she was going to school.

'Bringing a gun to class is exciting... but that's where it's going to come in handy. '

While thinking, Dorothy took out her pistol, clenched her hands, pointed forward and upward through the front glass of the car, and aimed at the driver who was driving with his back turned to her.

Then, after taking a deep breath, he pulled the trigger.

"Bah!"

Accompanied by loud and loud gunshots, the bullet shot out of the muzzle in the flames, shattered the glass and shot directly at the back of the coachman's head, piercing his skull. Due to the short distance, Dorothy easily managed a headshot.

The violent gunshots not only shocked the drivers of the two carriages, but also shocked the horses. The horses in the carriage that Dorothy was riding lost control instantly. The body of the coachman who was about to be thrown off the car turned into a corpse.

Under the nourishment of the spirituality of the "cup", the driver who was headshot to death began to move. He grasped the handrail on the side with a blank expression to sit firmly on the car, and then pulled the rein tightly with one hand, trying to push the horse out of control. control, but with little effect.

'Oops...I can't drive...'