Tingen.
Daffodil Street.
The maid handed a letter to Melissa, who had just returned home, and said excitedly, "Miss, take a look. It's a letter from Mr. Trance."
Melissa wore a long black dress. Her previously gloomy mood finally blossomed into a smile.
"I thought he wouldn't contact me again."
She muttered as she opened the letter.
Dear Melissa:
I don't know what you're doing right now, but I have to tell you some good news: the government has passed the civil service examination bill. Tell Benson to start reviewing quickly.
Also, Backlund Technical College has been restructured into a university. It's a good school, and more importantly, I think it suits you very well. If you can get into that university, you won't need to take the more troublesome entrance examination for Backlund University.
It doesn't test grammar or classical studies, only technical skills. Do you hear me? It suits you perfectly. I remember that when we were home, you were always the one organizing the tools. Klein and I were always useless at helping.
Oh, I don't know whether Benson has told you the news, but whether he has or not, I am pleased
to inform you that I saw Klein. He really isn't dead.
He has another identity now and doesn't dare acknowledge me, but I know it's him. He must have found someone to disguise his face.
But his build and personality haven't changed.
Oh, I saw him because of a commission. He asked me for help. Honestly, I think he might as well return the compensation payment and come live with us again. He looks a little lonely now.
But no matter what, it's good that he's alive. This is definitely good news. Klein and I are waiting for you in Backlund. You'll make us