Eden Garden, Main Laboratory.
Richard walked in, sat down before the circular laboratory table, and glanced at a simple calendar lying on it.
The so-called simple calendar was a scroll divided from top to bottom into twelve large sections, representing the twelve months of the year. Each monthly section contained roughly thirty small boxes, marked with numbers such as one, two, three, four, and five to represent each specific day of the month.
At this moment, more than half the boxes on the scroll had been circled with a Goose Feather Quill, indicating that those dates had passed.
Normally, he drew them casually during his breaks. Pandora would occasionally add a few strokes with great enthusiasm. The Lich Old Man had tried it once, but after drawing a single circle, he declared it boring and gave up.
The differences between the circles on the scroll were obvious: most were quite standard—those were drawn by him; a small number were exceedingly precise, as if made with a compass—those were drawn by Pandora. Ever since Pandora began studying mathematics in depth, she had displayed astonishing talent for drawing figures. Her hand-drawn diagrams were almost as precise as those made with tools. There was also one lone, flattened circle—the work of the Lich Old Man.
At that moment, he saw that the newest circle had been drawn at the very end of the eighth large section. But that circle was different from all the previous ones. It could not even be called a circle, because it was square.
Square?
Richard raised an eyebrow when he saw it, a thought flashing through his mind: *This square pattern definitely wasn't drawn by me, and Pandora couldn't have done it either. It's crooked and irregular in every way. In that case, only Lich Old Man A