Backlund, Queens, Earl Hall's villa.
Susie felt the time was about right. She stood up and opened the door with her paw, just in time to see Audrey already seated beside the easel. "Audrey, you looked a little sad."
Audrey held a pencil, but she had not drawn a single stroke. "Susie, I only realized today that I don't know what the world as a whole looks like. I don't even know what Backlund as a whole looks like."
"No one knows, Audrey," Susie comforted her. "I've read some descriptions in books. This world is too vast! Far beyond our imagination."
Audrey smiled. "That's not what I meant, Susie. I just... I just suddenly realized that some of the information I learned seemed to have been filtered."
A look of surprise appeared on Susie's dog face. "Are you saying someone has been secretly watching us all along, manipulating the information we receive, and even controlling what books we read and what delicacies we eat through recommendations?"
"It isn't that serious, Susie." Audrey said helplessly, "And stop reading those sensational magazines. Many articles are deliberately exaggerated just to attract attention."
Susie scratched her head with a paw. "All right, Audrey, but those poetry collections are really boring to read."
Audrey smiled helplessly. Having a dog that loved reading really was quite a headache.
But soon, her gaze became resolute. "Susie, I'm going to the East End soon. Hmm, I can arrange it for after the Justice League gathering. At the gathering, I can ask Mr. Hobart what I should watch out for when going to the East End."
Backlund, Blanca Street 192.
After waiting a few minutes, Hobart received Alger's 900 Pounds dividend, bringing his savings close to 7,500 Pounds.
In a few days, he might receive a quote for