Su Wen recalled the Old Dean's final words, which seemed tinged with a sigh, but he did not say much more to Jiang Menghan. He merely opened the map app on his phone:
"The abandoned Tsurumi Power Station site in the northern district—the first key location Old Constance mentioned."
Hearing this, the iceberg girl merely nodded slightly.
The moment she set foot in Tokyo, she had sensed a slight anomaly in the stability of space.
But even as a third-rank, she still could not determine where that anomaly came from, so she did not deliberately bring it up.
The two of them leisurely took one of Tokyo's exceptionally expensive taxis to the old power station site.
But after paying the fare, Su Wen rarely found himself regretting something. He shrugged, then casually said to Jiang Menghan:
"If I'd known, we should've gone to the Doors branch in Tokyo first, and borrowed a vehicle.
Take a few more taxis, and I'm afraid all our operations from here on out will have to come out of our own pockets."
In response to his complaint, the iceberg girl merely curled her lips slightly.
"You don't honestly think Lorenz Riel will reimburse our previous expenses, do you? I asked our tiny acting vice dean.
For an unlucky branch like Saint Mourning Hughie Fal Academy that doesn't even have reconstruction funds, it's already a good thing they aren't charging you to work.
You should stop thinking so much about it."
At that, Su Wen was completely speechless. After getting out of the taxi, he looked toward the power station before them, built during the Taisho era.
This had once been an important power hub in northern Tokyo:
The reinforced concrete plant buildings had long since become weathered and dilapidated; gigantic rusted turbines and severed transmission