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"Then I'll open it..."

Xu Yanwu reached toward the box once more.

This time, however, Rita did not stop him.

After Xu Yanwu opened the box, he froze for a moment.

Inside was a... helmet that looked brimming with futuristic technology.

Beside the helmet was a neatly wrapped envelope.

"? This is... a helmet and a letter?"

Xu Yanwu raised an eyebrow and took out the letter.

He turned to Rita and asked,

"Rita, is Schicksal that poor lately?"

"You know me?" Rita was briefly stunned, then hurriedly answered Xu Yanwu's question. "Schicksal certainly isn't poor. Why would you say such a thing?"

Xu Yanwu waved the letter in his hand. "The dignified Bishop of Schicksal can't even afford a phone call? He actually sent a letter?"

"Sending letters is merely Lord Bishop's hobby. As for other means of communication, Schicksal has as many as it needs."

Rita said, "Aren't you going to see what Lord Bishop wrote in the letter?"

"...What good could he possibly have written?"

Though Xu Yanwu said that, he ultimately tore open the envelope, pulled out the stationery, unfolded it, and began reading.

He could not be bothered to read the meaningless compliments at the beginning of the letter and went straight to the main text.

The body of the letter was unexpectedly short.

The handwriting was exceptionally neat.

Xu Yanwu, do you still remember our agreement concerning those questions? Recently, I have gradually developed certain doubts in my heart. If these doubts remain in my mind, they will undoubtedly affect my thinking... Therefore, I would like to use one of my rights to ask a question in exchange for an opportunity to speak with you.

Do you remember that question I once asked? It was precisely because of that question... that I discovered something...