When Patton was planning to add details to the beginning of the document, he found that Ferner had not submitted any information.
Does he think that with his relationship with the foundation, he can apply for funding in just one letter?Patton looked around the table and said to himself in confusion.
In his impression, Vernar, an archaeologist, was not such a arrogant person. Except for being more impatient, he could be called a standard gentleman of Ruen in other aspects.
Under normal circumstances, if you want to apply for assistance from the Ruen Antiquities Collect and Protection Foundation, in addition to the project description, you must also provide on-site photos, replicas of ancient books and other materials. Otherwise, the foundation will not be able to review and make a judgment at all, let alone spending a lot of gold pounds to send a team to the project location for inspection.
Or, in fact, Vernar was too careless and forgot to send the information out?
Of course, after seeing this letter above, it is entirely possible to send one or two people to contact and verify... Well, as a friend, I still have to do something for him... Patton shook his head, did not think much, stood up, and walked to the front of the bookshelf.
He then stretched out his right palm and stroked his fingers across the spine of books to select the reference materials he needed.
Finally, he drew out several books and journals, and combined the various views above, and gave a detailed description of the historical origins of the mountains under the jurisdiction of Siviras County in the documents he was preparing to submit:
In the historical community, there is such a widely recognized view:
For some time, the Solomon Empire and the Tudor Dynasty coexisted in the Northern Continent, and their dividing line is likely to be today's Hornaches and the Fenerport Plateau.
Here, there is a high probability that the extension of the Hornatches Mountains in West Vilas County is the focus of the competition between the two sides...
Patton did not endorse Vernar, but instead provided references to indirectly suggesting that Quaternary remains may indeed exist in the mountains of Siveras County.
In this way, if it is finally proved that Vernard is lying, no one will hold him responsible, because those discussions were made by famous historians, and Patton just made some excerpts, selective excerpts.
At the end of the document, he listed his own references:
... "Search on Private Historical Materials in County Siviras", Azke Eggs, Lecturer in History, Hoy University...
After completing this document, Patton reviewed it from the beginning and modified some words and sentences.
Then, he took the draft and entered the clerk's room next door and asked them to use a mechanical typewriter to make formal text.
The Ruhn Antiquities Collection and Protection Foundation has been hiring a large number of female staff, from ordinary clerks at the bottom, but at least half of the senior vice-chairmen are women.
Patton actually complained about this situation, but he could not object and dared not object, so he could only choose to accept it.
Of course, he had to admit that it was also a good thing to watch the young female clerks busy when he needed to wait.
At least the colors here are richer... Patton muttered silently while listening to the slap sound.
After getting the documents done and signing and submitting the signature, he continued to work in an orderly manner as usual.
This includes, but is not limited to, preliminary review projects, providing professional advice and collecting information, and attaching additional discussions to certain Foundation papers.
The day passed quickly, and Patton left the company at six o'clock, rode a bus and returned home after more than an hour.
This is the norm in major cities of Ruen, so afternoon tea is popular. After lunch from 12 noon to 1 o'clock, you have to go home from 7:30 to 8 o'clock in the evening. For such a long time, if afternoon tea is not filled, most people will definitely be extremely hungry.
Of course, this is limited to the middle class and above. Many poor people may only eat two meals a day. Moreover, if conditions permit, both husband and wife must work, and after returning home at 7 or 8 o'clock, they have to be busy preparing dinner instead of enjoying it themselves.
Vernar visited you in the afternoon.Patton's wife said casually as she took his coat and hat he took off.
Ferner?Patton was stunned for a moment.
This archaeologist who discovered Quaternary ruins in West Vilas County returned to East Chester County?
As soon as he finished speaking, Patton frowned and said silently:
He did forget to send the information, so he came back in person?
No, there is no need to be such trouble, Kingdom Post is still quite reliable.
Moreover, he should know that on the other side of the weekend, I must be at the foundation, well, and may also be sent to some site for review…
Thinking of this, Patton asked:
Where is he?
He only waited in your study for a quarter of an hour before leaving.Patton's wife said truthfully.
Patton asked:
Did he say which hotel he lives in?When will you come again?
Fernard, an archaeologist from East Chestershire, is not a resident of Stoon, the capital, and has no place to live here.
He didn't say it, he looked in a hurry.Patton's wife paused and said, very impatient.
Patton touched his hairline that was gradually retreating, and nodded slightly:
I'll go to the study first.
His study is located on the second floor, with multiple bookshelfs and some porcelains. He is not too fanatical about porcelain and will actively collect distinctive items.
After searching, Patton did not find any legacy notes or letters in Fonnell.
He quickly decided to put this matter behind his head.
This is his usual rule that he will try not to worry about work after returning home.
After spending dinner and having a good time with his wife and children, Patton washed up and went to bed and fell asleep first.
After a while, Patton suddenly woke up from his deep sleep. It was pitch black around him. At some point, the lights in the room had turned off.
He is now in a state of half-sleeping, half-awake, and he seems to be awake but not awake. He is obviously a little awake, but his body is as unmovable as if he is carrying a heavy load of thousands of pounds of rocks.
The dark clouds covered the moon outside the house, and the inside was pitch black, and no light was shining into it.
But for some reason, in this dark environment, he seemed to hear the man's slightly heavy gasps and the woman's sweet and seductive moans.
I must be dreaming, how could someone in the bedroom do such a thing?Patton's mind that had not fully recovered made his brain unable to function normally. Faced with the sudden heavy panting and moaning, he did not contact the love between men and women at all. After all, there was only his beloved wife in the room...
Thinking of this, Patton couldn't help but squeal in his heart. But after a moment, a burst of fatigue came and Patton fell into a deep sleep again.
When Patton regained some consciousness again, raindrops seemed to fall outside the house, crackling and hitting the dense branches and leaves of an evergreen tree outside the house, making a slight sound.
There seemed to be a purple snake rolling among the dark clouds in the distance, and it seemed that a trace of thunder could be heard.
The room was still as dark as ink, and the male gasps and the woman's moans were still intermittent, as if there were, but not only that, there seemed to be a strong smell of male body fluids in the air.
When it was late at night, he suddenly woke up and opened his eyes.
Since encountering danger during an archaeological activity ten years ago, Patton has been inspired by some unusual inspiration and can always detect some movements that others cannot detect. For example, if someone else has to come to the door, he will know that he is coming to find him. Patton can sense whether the other party is related to him when the visitor appears in the corridor.
It wasn't a dream, someone sneaked in... Patton sat up suddenly and opened his eyes wide.
But seeing his wife beside him flat on the bed, sleeping quietly and peacefully beside him, it was not as he had imagined.
So Patton used the rest of his mind to make fun of himself, and he was indeed dreaming.He looked at his sleeping wife and didn't wake her up. He turned over and got off the bed with little movement and took off the double-barrel hunting rifle hanging from the wall.
After holding the gun, he opened the door gently and looked into the corridor.
Here is a rich night, and a little crimson illuminates the general outline of things.
Patton did not hesitate and entered the corridor with great action and patrolled back and forth.
However, he did not find the infiltrating thief.
Am I wrong?Patton turned his body not too confidently.
There was no sign of opening in every room on the second floor.
After thinking about it, Patton came to the door of the study, held the handle, and twisted it gently.
The door opened silently, and everything inside was immersed in the darkness, like all kinds of monsters.
Pulling the curtains and taking the moonlight into it, Patton carefully examined them and confirmed that the decorations here were exactly the same as those in his memory.
I'm really too sensitive... the sequelae of yesterday's nightmare?Patton breathed and quickly left the study.
Behind him, the opened curtains swayed gently, as if wind was blowing.
In the dream, Patton wanted to open his eyes wide and see clearly the source of the sound, but the room was too dark.He could only barely see a dark figure sitting between his wife's towering peaks.
The black shadow rider sat on his wife's big breasts, as if he was holding his wife's head with both hands while holding the latter's two snow-white breasts and kneading them hard, while his crotch was constantly moving back and forth.
A thick, long and ferocious black shadow passed through his wife's snow-white and plump breasts and could even appear and stuff it into his rosy lips.
He could only half open his godless eyes and look at the black shadow sitting on his wife's big breasts, using his wife's pair of white and huge breast balls to clamp the penis, and then stuffed the glans into his wife's mouth, fucking his wife's little mouth hard.
He looked at the man's figure trembling wildly in confusion, and the thrusting between the crotch became extremely violent. In the end, the black shadow's body stiffened and he stabbed the cock between the crotch into his wife's mouth.
Then he vaguely heard some puffy and puffy-spuffy-spuffy-spuffy-spuffy-spuffy-spuffy-spuffy-spraying liquid.
And he could naturally see his wife's throat squirming, as if he was swallowing the liquid ejaculated between the man's crotch.
The next day, Patton continued his slightly repeated life:
Kissing your wife and children, riding in a taxi carriage, reading newspapers, making black tea, reading letters...
Hey, Vernar has another letter.Patton felt relieved and opened the letter.
However, there was nothing in that letter, and the sender seemed to have forgotten to stuff the letter into the envelope.
Has Vernar suffered from amnesia recently?Patton glanced at the envelope on his hand and suddenly realized that the pattern on it was a bit strange.
This is a memorable envelope.
As far as Patton knows, in Beckland and Storn City, many high-end hotels provide special envelopes and letter paper to their guests, which is equivalent to a tourist souvenir.
Which hotel is this?Patton put the envelope to his nose and prepared to smell the fragrance on it, which is also unique and recognizable.
The next second, he smelled a faint smell of blood.
Does he think that with his relationship with the foundation, he can apply for funding in just one letter?Patton looked around the table and said to himself in confusion.
In his impression, Vernar, an archaeologist, was not such a arrogant person. Except for being more impatient, he could be called a standard gentleman of Ruen in other aspects.
Under normal circumstances, if you want to apply for assistance from the Ruen Antiquities Collect and Protection Foundation, in addition to the project description, you must also provide on-site photos, replicas of ancient books and other materials. Otherwise, the foundation will not be able to review and make a judgment at all, let alone spending a lot of gold pounds to send a team to the project location for inspection.
Or, in fact, Vernar was too careless and forgot to send the information out?
Of course, after seeing this letter above, it is entirely possible to send one or two people to contact and verify... Well, as a friend, I still have to do something for him... Patton shook his head, did not think much, stood up, and walked to the front of the bookshelf.
He then stretched out his right palm and stroked his fingers across the spine of books to select the reference materials he needed.
Finally, he drew out several books and journals, and combined the various views above, and gave a detailed description of the historical origins of the mountains under the jurisdiction of Siviras County in the documents he was preparing to submit:
In the historical community, there is such a widely recognized view:
For some time, the Solomon Empire and the Tudor Dynasty coexisted in the Northern Continent, and their dividing line is likely to be today's Hornaches and the Fenerport Plateau.
Here, there is a high probability that the extension of the Hornatches Mountains in West Vilas County is the focus of the competition between the two sides...
Patton did not endorse Vernar, but instead provided references to indirectly suggesting that Quaternary remains may indeed exist in the mountains of Siveras County.
In this way, if it is finally proved that Vernard is lying, no one will hold him responsible, because those discussions were made by famous historians, and Patton just made some excerpts, selective excerpts.
At the end of the document, he listed his own references:
... "Search on Private Historical Materials in County Siviras", Azke Eggs, Lecturer in History, Hoy University...
After completing this document, Patton reviewed it from the beginning and modified some words and sentences.
Then, he took the draft and entered the clerk's room next door and asked them to use a mechanical typewriter to make formal text.
The Ruhn Antiquities Collection and Protection Foundation has been hiring a large number of female staff, from ordinary clerks at the bottom, but at least half of the senior vice-chairmen are women.
Patton actually complained about this situation, but he could not object and dared not object, so he could only choose to accept it.
Of course, he had to admit that it was also a good thing to watch the young female clerks busy when he needed to wait.
At least the colors here are richer... Patton muttered silently while listening to the slap sound.
After getting the documents done and signing and submitting the signature, he continued to work in an orderly manner as usual.
This includes, but is not limited to, preliminary review projects, providing professional advice and collecting information, and attaching additional discussions to certain Foundation papers.
The day passed quickly, and Patton left the company at six o'clock, rode a bus and returned home after more than an hour.
This is the norm in major cities of Ruen, so afternoon tea is popular. After lunch from 12 noon to 1 o'clock, you have to go home from 7:30 to 8 o'clock in the evening. For such a long time, if afternoon tea is not filled, most people will definitely be extremely hungry.
Of course, this is limited to the middle class and above. Many poor people may only eat two meals a day. Moreover, if conditions permit, both husband and wife must work, and after returning home at 7 or 8 o'clock, they have to be busy preparing dinner instead of enjoying it themselves.
Vernar visited you in the afternoon.Patton's wife said casually as she took his coat and hat he took off.
Ferner?Patton was stunned for a moment.
This archaeologist who discovered Quaternary ruins in West Vilas County returned to East Chester County?
As soon as he finished speaking, Patton frowned and said silently:
He did forget to send the information, so he came back in person?
No, there is no need to be such trouble, Kingdom Post is still quite reliable.
Moreover, he should know that on the other side of the weekend, I must be at the foundation, well, and may also be sent to some site for review…
Thinking of this, Patton asked:
Where is he?
He only waited in your study for a quarter of an hour before leaving.Patton's wife said truthfully.
Patton asked:
Did he say which hotel he lives in?When will you come again?
Fernard, an archaeologist from East Chestershire, is not a resident of Stoon, the capital, and has no place to live here.
He didn't say it, he looked in a hurry.Patton's wife paused and said, very impatient.
Patton touched his hairline that was gradually retreating, and nodded slightly:
I'll go to the study first.
His study is located on the second floor, with multiple bookshelfs and some porcelains. He is not too fanatical about porcelain and will actively collect distinctive items.
After searching, Patton did not find any legacy notes or letters in Fonnell.
He quickly decided to put this matter behind his head.
This is his usual rule that he will try not to worry about work after returning home.
After spending dinner and having a good time with his wife and children, Patton washed up and went to bed and fell asleep first.
After a while, Patton suddenly woke up from his deep sleep. It was pitch black around him. At some point, the lights in the room had turned off.
He is now in a state of half-sleeping, half-awake, and he seems to be awake but not awake. He is obviously a little awake, but his body is as unmovable as if he is carrying a heavy load of thousands of pounds of rocks.
The dark clouds covered the moon outside the house, and the inside was pitch black, and no light was shining into it.
But for some reason, in this dark environment, he seemed to hear the man's slightly heavy gasps and the woman's sweet and seductive moans.
I must be dreaming, how could someone in the bedroom do such a thing?Patton's mind that had not fully recovered made his brain unable to function normally. Faced with the sudden heavy panting and moaning, he did not contact the love between men and women at all. After all, there was only his beloved wife in the room...
Thinking of this, Patton couldn't help but squeal in his heart. But after a moment, a burst of fatigue came and Patton fell into a deep sleep again.
When Patton regained some consciousness again, raindrops seemed to fall outside the house, crackling and hitting the dense branches and leaves of an evergreen tree outside the house, making a slight sound.
There seemed to be a purple snake rolling among the dark clouds in the distance, and it seemed that a trace of thunder could be heard.
The room was still as dark as ink, and the male gasps and the woman's moans were still intermittent, as if there were, but not only that, there seemed to be a strong smell of male body fluids in the air.
When it was late at night, he suddenly woke up and opened his eyes.
Since encountering danger during an archaeological activity ten years ago, Patton has been inspired by some unusual inspiration and can always detect some movements that others cannot detect. For example, if someone else has to come to the door, he will know that he is coming to find him. Patton can sense whether the other party is related to him when the visitor appears in the corridor.
It wasn't a dream, someone sneaked in... Patton sat up suddenly and opened his eyes wide.
But seeing his wife beside him flat on the bed, sleeping quietly and peacefully beside him, it was not as he had imagined.
So Patton used the rest of his mind to make fun of himself, and he was indeed dreaming.He looked at his sleeping wife and didn't wake her up. He turned over and got off the bed with little movement and took off the double-barrel hunting rifle hanging from the wall.
After holding the gun, he opened the door gently and looked into the corridor.
Here is a rich night, and a little crimson illuminates the general outline of things.
Patton did not hesitate and entered the corridor with great action and patrolled back and forth.
However, he did not find the infiltrating thief.
Am I wrong?Patton turned his body not too confidently.
There was no sign of opening in every room on the second floor.
After thinking about it, Patton came to the door of the study, held the handle, and twisted it gently.
The door opened silently, and everything inside was immersed in the darkness, like all kinds of monsters.
Pulling the curtains and taking the moonlight into it, Patton carefully examined them and confirmed that the decorations here were exactly the same as those in his memory.
I'm really too sensitive... the sequelae of yesterday's nightmare?Patton breathed and quickly left the study.
Behind him, the opened curtains swayed gently, as if wind was blowing.
In the dream, Patton wanted to open his eyes wide and see clearly the source of the sound, but the room was too dark.He could only barely see a dark figure sitting between his wife's towering peaks.
The black shadow rider sat on his wife's big breasts, as if he was holding his wife's head with both hands while holding the latter's two snow-white breasts and kneading them hard, while his crotch was constantly moving back and forth.
A thick, long and ferocious black shadow passed through his wife's snow-white and plump breasts and could even appear and stuff it into his rosy lips.
He could only half open his godless eyes and look at the black shadow sitting on his wife's big breasts, using his wife's pair of white and huge breast balls to clamp the penis, and then stuffed the glans into his wife's mouth, fucking his wife's little mouth hard.
He looked at the man's figure trembling wildly in confusion, and the thrusting between the crotch became extremely violent. In the end, the black shadow's body stiffened and he stabbed the cock between the crotch into his wife's mouth.
Then he vaguely heard some puffy and puffy-spuffy-spuffy-spuffy-spuffy-spuffy-spuffy-spuffy-spraying liquid.
And he could naturally see his wife's throat squirming, as if he was swallowing the liquid ejaculated between the man's crotch.
The next day, Patton continued his slightly repeated life:
Kissing your wife and children, riding in a taxi carriage, reading newspapers, making black tea, reading letters...
Hey, Vernar has another letter.Patton felt relieved and opened the letter.
However, there was nothing in that letter, and the sender seemed to have forgotten to stuff the letter into the envelope.
Has Vernar suffered from amnesia recently?Patton glanced at the envelope on his hand and suddenly realized that the pattern on it was a bit strange.
This is a memorable envelope.
As far as Patton knows, in Beckland and Storn City, many high-end hotels provide special envelopes and letter paper to their guests, which is equivalent to a tourist souvenir.
Which hotel is this?Patton put the envelope to his nose and prepared to smell the fragrance on it, which is also unique and recognizable.
The next second, he smelled a faint smell of blood.
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