"She never gave this earring to anyone else..."
Todd, who was busy observing Tristan, didn't hear what the other person said for a moment. He frowned and asked, "Sorry, I didn't hear you clearly. What did you just say?"
Tristan placed the earring on a clean handkerchief, carefully put it on the table, and looked at Todd, who resembled Felicidade, saying, "I've received the letter. She instructs me to assist you with all my might and to prioritize your life in the event of danger..."
Todd blinked in surprise and asked tentatively, "May I ask why you obeyed her orders?"
“Mr. Feliceld, don’t be mistaken.” Tristan’s tone was icy: “My relationship with her is not one of subordination, but of cooperation. The reason I agreed to help you is because I owe her a favor.”
Knowing that the other party had no idea he was amiss and was therefore being indifferent, Todd shrugged and said nonchalantly, "Fine, whatever your cooperation is, as long as you can help me with the school."
"Look, how can I help you?"
"I want to make contact with the delegation from Muxi City."
Upon hearing Todd's words, Tristan suddenly straightened up and widened his eyes, looking like a raptor preparing for battle. In a deep voice, he asked the man before him, "Why did you contact the envoy from Twilight City?"
“I have my reasons.” Todd cracked his neck and smiled at Tristan. “I swear to my father, I have no ill will toward the mission from Twilight City.”
Tristan, who had no faith in such a promise, shook his head and said, "The Muxi Mission is currently located in the inner city of Holy Guard City. They are under the protection of His Highness Sinclair, who is at odds with the Church. I simply cannot arrange for you to meet with them."
Todd hesitated for a moment, then asked, "Are all the members of the Muxi delegation safe now?"
Seemingly puzzled by the question, Tristan paused for a moment before replying, "Although they are all restricted in their personal freedom, they are all safe."
Feeling slightly relieved, Todd let out a soft sigh of relief: "If we can't meet in private, is it possible to meet in public?"
Tristan thought for a moment and slowly nodded: "The following evening, there will be a regular ball in the Royal Palace of the Holy City. You can attend... but I must warn you in advance that the Muxi delegation is now the focus of everyone's attention. Rushing up to talk to them will definitely cause unnecessary trouble."
“I know that.” Todd stood up from his chair, first glancing at Tristan, who was pale and sweating profusely, then at the leftovers on the desk, and said softly, “Eating these cold leftovers will only worsen your stomachache.”
After saying this, under Tristan's astonished gaze, Todd pushed open the door and disappeared into the night.
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