An Ordinary Person's Daily Life (2)

After drawing up the beginning of the document, Barton found out that Vernal had not submitted any information when he was about to add details to it.

"Does he think that by virtue of his relationship with the foundation, he can apply for funding with just one letter?" Patton said to himself in confusion after looking around on the table.

In his impression, the archaeologist Vernal is not such a arrogant person. Except for being impatient, he can be called a standard Loen gentleman in other aspects.

——Under normal circumstances, to apply for assistance from the "Loen Antiquities Collection and Protection Foundation", in addition to the project description, you must also provide on-site photos, copies of ancient books and other materials, otherwise the foundation will not be able to review it. It is difficult to make a judgment, let alone spend a lot of gold pounds to send a team to the project site for inspection.

Or, was Vernal too careless and forgot to send the information together? Of course, given the relationship between Vernal and the Foundation, after seeing this letter, it is entirely possible to send one or two people over to contact and verify... Well, as a friend, I still have to do something for him What... Barton shook his head, without thinking much, stood up and walked to the front of the bookshelf.

He then stretched out his right palm and ran his fingers across the spines of the books to select the reference material he needed.

Finally, he pulled out several books and journals, combined the above-mentioned various viewpoints, and made a detailed description of the historical origin of the mountains under the jurisdiction of West Velas County in the documents to be submitted:

"In the historical world, there is a widely held view:

"I don't know if it is a short or long period of time, the Solomon Empire and the Tudor Dynasty coexisted in the Northern Continent, and their dividing line is likely to be today's Hornages Mountains and Fenepot Plateau.

"There is a high probability that the extension of the Hornages Mountains in West Villas County will be the focus of contention between the two sides..."

Barton did not endorse Vernal, but only indirectly indicated that there may indeed be Quaternary remains in the mountains of West Vilas County by providing references.

In this way, if it turns out that Vernal is lying, no one will hold him accountable, because those expositions were made by famous historians, and Patton only made certain excerpts and selected excerpts .

At the end of the document, he lists his references:

"..."Study of Private Historical Materials in West Vilas County", Ards Eggers, lecturer in the Department of History at Hoy University..."

After completing this document, Patton reviewed it from scratch,

Modified some words and sentences.

Then, taking the draft, he went into the clerk's room next door and asked them to use the mechanical typewriter to come up with the official text.

——The "Luen Antiquities Collection and Protection Foundation" has always employed a large number of female staff, from the bottom to the ordinary clerks, but at least half of the top vice-chairmen are women.

Regarding this situation, Barton actually has quite a few criticisms, but he has no way to object, nor dare to object, he can only choose to accept it.

Of course, he also had to admit that when he needed to wait, it was a good thing to watch those young female clerks busy.

At least the colors here are richer... Barton muttered silently while listening to the sound of the da da da.

After getting the paperwork, signed and submitted, he continued to work in an orderly manner as usual.

This includes, but is not limited to, preliminary review of projects, providing professional opinions and collecting information, and adding arguments to certain papers of the Foundation.

The day passed quickly, and Patton left the company at six o'clock, took a stagecoach, and spent more than an hour back home.

This is the norm in the major cities of Loen, so afternoon tea is popular - after lunch from 12:00 to 1:00 noon, you have to go home from 7:30 to 8:00 pm. During such a long time, If there is no afternoon tea to fill, most people will definitely be extremely hungry.

Of course, this is only limited to the middle class and above. Many poor people may only eat two meals a day, and, if conditions permit, both husband and wife must work, and they have to be busy preparing dinner after returning home at seven or eight o’clock. rather than enjoying it yourself.

"Vernal came to visit you this afternoon." Patton's wife said casually while taking the coat and hat he took off.

"Fernal?" Barton was stunned for a moment.

The archaeologist who found Quaternary ruins in West Villas is back in East Chester?

As soon as he finished speaking, Barton frowned and said silently to himself:

"He did forget to send the materials, so he came back in person?

"No, there is no need to be so troublesome, Kingdom Post is still quite reliable.

"Also, he should know that during non-weekends, I'm definitely at the Foundation, um, I may also be sent to some sites for auditing..."

Thinking of this, Barton asked:

"where is he?"

"He only waited for a quarter of an hour in your study and left." Patton's wife said truthfully.

Patton asked:

"Did he say which hotel to stay in? When will he be back?"

Vernal, an archaeologist from East Chester, is not a resident of the capital, Stone, and has no home here.

"He didn't say it, he looked in a hurry." Patton's wife paused and said, "very impatient."

Patton touched his receding hairline and nodded lightly:

"I'll go to the study first."

His study is located on the second floor, with many bookshelves and some china - he has a not too fanatical love for china, and will actively collect unique items.

After some searching, Barton did not find any notes or letters left by Vernal.

He quickly decided to put the matter behind him.

This has always been his rule - try not to worry about work when you get home.

After having dinner and spending a good time with his wife and children, Barton washed up and went to bed and went to sleep first.

In the dead of night, he suddenly woke up and opened his eyes.

Since he was in danger in an archaeological activity ten years ago, Patton has had some unusual inspiration, and he can always detect some movements that others cannot. Come to find yourself, and Barton can sense whether the visitor is related to him as soon as they appear in the corridor.

Someone sneaked in... Barton sat up suddenly, his eyes widened.

He glanced at his sleeping wife beside him, didn't bother to wake her up, rolled over and got out of bed with little movement, and took off the double-barreled shotgun hanging on the wall.

After holding the gun, he gently opened the door and looked out into the corridor.

This place is shrouded in rich night, and a little crimson reflects the general outline of things.

Barton did not hesitate, entered the corridor with great action, and patrolled back and forth.

However, he did not find the infiltrating thief.

Am I feeling wrong? Barton turned his body not too confidently.

Every room on the second floor shows no sign of being opened.

After thinking about it, Barton came to the door of the study, held the handle, and twisted it lightly.

The door opened silently, and everything inside was immersed in darkness, like all kinds of monsters.

Pulling the curtains, Barton took a serious look at the moonlight that came in, and confirmed that the furnishings here were exactly the same as in his memory.

"I'm really too sensitive... The after-effects of that nightmare yesterday?" Barton sighed and quickly left the study.

Behind him, the opened curtains swayed gently, as if the wind was blowing.

The next day, Barton continued his somewhat repetitive life:

Kissing wives and children, riding in a taxi, reading newspapers, making black tea, reading letters...

"Hey, Vernal has another letter." Barton was relieved and opened the letter.

However, there was nothing in the letter, and the sender seemed to have forgotten to put the letter in the envelope.

"Did Vernal have amnesia recently?" Barton glanced at the envelope in his hand, and suddenly found that the pattern on it was a bit strange.

This is a commemorative envelope.

According to Barton's knowledge, in Backlund and Stone City, many high-end hotels will provide special envelopes and letter paper to their guests, which is equivalent to a tourist souvenir.

"Which hotel is this from?" Barton put the envelope to his nose, ready to smell the fragrance on it, which was also unique and recognizable.

The next second, he smelled a faint smell of blood.

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