Chapter 112 "I feel relieved with these words."

All people knew about Duke Eddie was from Celeste.

"So, Celeste's funeral was not held because Duke Eddie was ill?" After listening to Edith's story, Tuttle quickly moved on to other things.

"Celest's funeral hasn't taken place yet?" Edith frowned. She had been out of touch with the news for a while and didn't know a lot of things.

Heda shook her head. "No, and for some reason, there was no official news of his death."

In a large family where the grief of a loved one's death is put aside and a grand funeral is the top priority, it is really abnormal that there is no news at all about the death of a formally acknowledged child.

Hedda had recently received a letter from her father, in which the father cursed at her and firmly believed that it was because Edith killed Celeste that the Turner family did not receive the funeral invitation, and that the family's decline was due to the fact that she had chosen the wrong study partner.

Hedda didn't bother to reply and threw the letter into the fireplace.

"But just one day later, my great-grandfather sent me a letter, saying that he had severely criticized my father and told me not to take it to heart." She leaned back and laughed and complained, "But to be honest, he didn't even know whether the Eddy family had held a funeral. He was indeed excluded from the mainstream aristocratic circle."

"Honestly, I still don't understand how Celeste died." Edith's eyes were empty. "The injuries I caused were not enough to kill her, and she was still alive when I handed her over to the doctor."

With the level of doctors in the school hospital, they should be able to save the injured person as long as he is still breathing, even if the injury is not caused by a spell.

"Perhaps Duke Eddie himself felt ashamed and took the initiative to deal with it."

Bell said, "However, based on the state you just described, he should have lost the ability to feel humiliation, right?"

"Never mind, let's just go dig up Louisa's grave."

Amy was silent for a long time, and when he spoke, it was like thunder. Except for Edith, everyone turned their heads and looked at him with incredulous eyes: "What did you say?!"

It's rare to see everyone so neat.

Moreover, the most terrifying thing about this incident is not Amy’s proposal, but that Edith actually showed that she was thinking: “…It can be considered, but this is something that should be done after we explore the cave.”

She was really curious about what the tomb built by this strange man himself would look like.

After they discussed the details of going to the cave, they also casually discussed how to deal with Joe. They didn't realize how much time had passed until the library closing bell rang. Everyone hurriedly packed up and left before the administrator came back.

"By the way, do you need my help to contact Xia Zhi?" Tuttle turned around and asked casually until they reached the men's and women's dormitories. Edith turned back halfway, waved to Heda and the others to go back first, and looked up at them, "Do you know each other well?"

"There is some intersection between their parents. If you go directly to the third grade and it is difficult to find each other, I can help you make an appointment in the reading room." Tuttle's eyes drifted to the side, and Lynch, who was swept away, reluctantly stepped away.

"I think it would be more useful to find someone who knows Joe well to understand it rather than paper materials."

"Thanks, I really need it." Edith accepted the offer without hesitation, "Can it be scheduled within this week? I'll need some time to prepare after asking the questions."

"Of course. Tomorrow I will go to my parents' house to get Qiao's sister's medical records and invite her directly. If nothing goes wrong, we can meet in the next two days."

"Thank you, and I hope I can help you in the future."

Edith thanked her sincerely, and somehow, after hearing what she said, Tuttle seemed to be in a good mood. He chatted with her casually for a few more words until Edith realized that the dormitory was about to close, and then he hurriedly said goodbye.

Hope all goes well.

Edith looked up at the sky. The lights in the capital were still bright until night. Compared to the cold and gloomy Oliver City, the night here was warm.

I also hope that there won’t be any problems with this year’s Fireworks Festival.

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The next day, Magic Association, staff apartment.

Tuttle pushed open the door to his parents' apartment—they had forgotten to lock it again—and, as expected, saw signs of life all over the place.

Sure enough, as soon as he was not at home, the two of them happily moved into the association's apartment. If there were no regulations, he really doubted that his parents would just spread out a blanket and sleep in the laboratory.

"Let me see the medical records..."

The apartment was so small that Tattle found the cabinet where the treatment plan was stored without any difficulty. The cabinet was locked and could only be opened by the magic fluctuations of his mother, but Tattle was prepared and directly opened the box where the magic fluctuations of his mother were stored and opened the cabinet door with a click.

That was the room key that his mother had specially saved for him, in case he occasionally came here and couldn't open the door, but she probably didn't expect that her son would take advantage of the fact that the two of them were too lazy to lock the door and keep this key for unlocking.

They probably never expected that the person who came to steal the medical records would be their own biological child.

"I'm sorry, mother. Anyway, if these patients are still alive after many years, they will be inherited by me." Tuttle was alone and talked more than usual. "Let me find where it is..."

His voice suddenly paused, his hand hovering above a booklet, and he took a second to pull it out.

Found it.

Jennifer Rodney, the third daughter of the Rodney family, was born with her legs fused together and is unable to walk normally.

How can it be... so thick?

"Squeak--" There was a sound of the door opening outside the door, followed by my father's puzzled hum, "Who's in there?"

Tuttle quickly closed the cabinet, took two steps back, pulled a book from the bookshelf, and then stuffed the medical record in with the spine facing inward. At this time, the father flashed into the study and saw his son sitting in a chair reading a book and impatiently poking his head out from the pages: "Can you stop yelling all day?"

"Damn it! Why didn't you tell me you were coming?" His father relaxed and patted Tuttle's shoulder with a smile. "How did you get in? Oh, yes, Marjorie left you a key."

He looked down and saw his son's empty box. He nodded and stopped asking questions. Tuttle's sweaty hands loosened slightly, leaving a faint fingerprint on the page. He closed the book as if no one was around, and said to his father who strode into the living room and sat down, "Where's my mother?"

"Why is it that every time we talk, the first thing we ask is your mother." Mr. Kirk looked hurt. "Don't we have anything to talk about?"

Tuttle was silent: "...What's for dinner?"

"What a boring topic. Forget it. Let's not talk about it if we have nothing to say."

Tuttle hummed, and looked at the bookshelf beside him naturally, as if he was studying the title of a book. He caught a glimpse of his father pouring water, and quickly reached out and pulled out the medical record, and put the one in his hand back: "This book is quite interesting, I'll take it?"

"Go ahead and take it. You are old enough to understand professional books now."

Tuttle put the "book" into his robe in front of his father. He walked out of the room and paused for two seconds. Sure enough, he heard his father's voice, unable to bear the loneliness: "Are you planning to leave now?"

"I plan to go find my mother. I need her help with something."

"What can she do that I can't?" My father really took the bait. He slammed the table and shouted, "Speak!"

Tuttle took the opportunity to tell Xia Zhi everything he wanted to know.

"It's just a small thing, Xiangfang. I will definitely do it for you!" His father rushed into the study to write a letter angrily. Tuttle curled his lips slightly and left the apartment smoothly.

All done.

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The next day, in the Potions classroom.

Shelly finished the class without even having time to assign homework. He glanced at the time, announced the get out of class ended early, and hurried upstairs.

The teacher has been very busy lately, but it seems that he has no use for him, which makes him a little annoyed.

Then help out in other ways.

He found the classroom for magic circles and waited at the door until the bell rang. The teacher on the stage announced the end of class and walked out of the front door, startled: "Professor Scott?"

Shelly said apologetically: "Sorry, find someone."

He walked around the magic teacher and went to the classroom where most people were still slowly packing up their things. He glanced left and right and finally found Xia Zhi who was sorting out her school robes in the back row of the classroom.

"Sorry to bother you."

Xia Zhi looked shocked, but considering that the other person was a teacher, she followed him to the corridor.

"Ah, that's what you're talking about." After hearing the other party's intention, Xia Zhi breathed a sigh of relief. Although she didn't understand why Professor Scott came to see her, it wasn't a bad thing after all. "I was planning to talk to Edith today."

"What a coincidence! I just accepted a commission from someone else this morning, and they also asked me to talk to Edith about Joe."

Shelly paused: "Did Edith approach you?"

"No, the news from home said that it was Tuttle's father, Mr. Kirk, who brought the request." Xia Zhi scratched his head, "You didn't know? So you didn't come here on Edith's behalf, but on your own. Didn't expect to bump into someone else?"

Shelly fell silent: "...Okay, I get it."

As long as the teacher can accomplish his goal.

It is the teacher's freedom to ask anyone for help.

teacher--

…No, it’s not good at all.

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Reading room.

"This is my first time here." Xia Zhi looked around with some curiosity. "Usually, we have gatherings outside the school."

Edith put the teacup she secretly brought in on the table and poured a cup for Xia Zhi: "I'm quite surprised you came."

After all, I heard that the two companies have close cooperation, and this kind of interest relationship should be the most difficult to destroy.

"A close family relationship doesn't mean a close personal relationship." Xia Zhi took a sip of tea and said calmly, "The relationship between the two families ends with us."

"I feel relieved with these words."

Xia Zhi was amused by this. She lowered her head and considered her words: "You want to know Joe's game mode, right?"

"I don't know much, so I may not be able to tell you important news directly."

"It's okay. No need to use fancy words. Just tell me what you know." Edith sat up straight. "How about starting with how you two met?"

Xia Zhi nodded: "If you want to know from here."

"You should know that Joe was taken back at the age of eleven and did not reappear in the public eye until he was fifteen, right? But during this period, I saw him more than once."

"I was brought into the Rodney family by my father as a healing agent when I was twelve years old."