A prebattle talk
"In addition, please bring the skull from the Skull Museum, the one named Oliver."
"Dr. Morgan added."
"Is it also what Love wanted?" Jack asked.
"Yes."
They both agreed.
Before Dr. Morgan hung up, Professor Armitage suddenly asked, "Are you using Mr. Sawyer's phone now?"
"Yes," Dr. Morgan replied.
I'd like to say a few words to him.
"Hold on."
Dr. Morgan found Paul and Mr. Sawyer locked in a stalemate in another room.
Upon seeing Dr. Morgan's arrival, both of them seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.
Mr. Sawyer stood up, and after hearing Dr. Morgan's request, his cane moved with increasing urgency. "Of course, I would certainly like to speak with Professor Amity."
He paused for a moment. "Let me think—it may have been more than thirty years since I last spoke to this esteemed scholar."
He picked up the microphone. "Hello, this is Sawyer Walter from Dunwich."
"Hello, this is Henry Armitage from Arkham," Professor Armitage replied.
They exchanged a few pleasantries, and it was easy to tell from their conversation that although they hadn't been in contact for decades, they had both left a deep impression on each other.
Professor Armitage finally voiced his request. "If possible, I would like you to provide some assistance to my colleague Dr. Morgan."
Mr. Sawyer raised an eyebrow, stroked his white beard, and a hint of smugness appeared on his face. "So, I'm useful again?"
"Oh, really, you're one of my most trusted friends," Professor Armitage boasted.
Mr. Sawyer was clearly pleased with that. "Of course."
He asked, "Can I know what the reason is?"
"I'm sorry, I don't know either," Professor Armitage replied. "Dr. Morgan didn't explain anything clearly on the phone."
"I will inform Mr. Sawyer separately," Dr. Morgan said. "But for certain reasons, after Professor Rice and I confirmed it together, there are some things I cannot inform those in Arkham."
"That's a real shame," Professor Armitage said. "Jack and I will send the book and the bone to you as soon as possible. Goodbye, Mr. Sawyer."
"Oh, goodbye, Professor Armitage."
The call ended.
"Thank you for your help," Dr. Morgan said to Mr. Sawyer.
He guessed why Professor Armitage had asked Mr. Sawyer for help; Mr. Sawyer was a local of Dunwich and could act as a guide.
Professor Armitage was unaware that Dr. Morgan had already found Paul Corey.
So now, Dr. Morgan has two guides.
The tall, thin old man nodded and adjusted his armband as chairman of the agricultural sector.
"If I'm not senile," Mr. Sawyer said, "What you're doing must have something to do with that little goat from the Whateley House."
Dr. Morgan blinked. From Paul to Mr. Sawyer, the residents of Dunwich were more hostile to Whateley than he had imagined.
He nodded. "Your guess is correct."
"I knew it. Armitage shouldn't have spared Oliver's two sons when he killed him."
"Two sons?"
"The goat cub's grandfather, and his grandfather's brother."
Dr. Morgan nodded.
Now both of them are dead, but Old Whateley has left behind other troubles.
He briefly recounted some events to Mr. Sawyer, omitting many details, only mentioning that the Whateley House kept Monster Monster would be detrimental to Dunwich.
Considering Mr. Sawyer's attitude, Dr. Morgan added, "Wilbur Whateley's Hope, Hope Love, is on our side."
Mr. Sawyer didn't seem to care much about Hope. He looked resentful and suddenly said that Professor Armitage had some credit for killing Oliver.
"What?" Dr. Morgan asked, somewhat confused.
Mr. Sawyer straightened his clothes again. "I mean, I'm an ordinary person, but I've seen that guy Oliver, survived his dark magic, and even helped thwart him."
He began to stroke his beard again. "Back then, it was just Professor Armitage and me, but we still beat Whateley. And now—"
He glanced at Dr. Morgan, then reluctantly at Paul: "Now, the two of us are still here, and with the addition of new, outstanding young men, victory will still be ours."
"Of course," Dr. Morgan replied.
He realized that Mr. Sawyer was giving a pre-battle speech—to boost morale.
"What do you want to do now?" Paul asked Dr. Morgan.
Dr. Morgan said, "Given the current situation, I don't need to go back to university for the time being."
He thought for a moment, then briefly explained Hope's current situation to the two men, "And we need to release Hope."
"How do we do it?" Paul asked.
"Lure that Monster away?" Dr. Morgan asked uncertainly.
He quickly shook his head. "No, that's too dangerous. Maybe Hope's mother has a way to get rid of the Monster. We could try kidnapping her—but that's risky too, since the Monster is in the same house as her. I'm not sure."
"I can go," Paul said.
What are you going to do?
"I could try kidnapping her."
Dr. Morgan and Mr. Sawyer both stared at Paul.
"Hmph!" Mr. Sawyer snorted in displeasure at Paul's remarks.
"Mr. Sawyer is looking down on you," Dr. Morgan said. "He's right, because you've been too reckless."
"We're discussing a solution, not necessarily doing it this way. What we need now are strategists; if you have a good idea, please share it. But we don't need a reckless brute; he's useless except for alerting the enemy."
Mr. Sawyer tapped his cane, and the two men looked at him.
"I can get Lavinia out," Mr. Sawyer said confidently. "If I need to speak with her, she can't possibly refuse."
"What reason?" Dr. Morgan asked.
"No reason is needed," Mr. Sawyer replied. "I just need to Door Opening and tell her she has to come to my farm. She can't refuse."
Sounds like some kind of rural bully------
Dr. Morgan couldn't help but think to himself.
But that does simplify things.
"Elizabeth," Paul said suddenly.
"Hmm?" Dr. Morgan was puzzled, not understanding why Paul would suddenly bring her up.
"She has a talisman that can terrify that Monster."
"I had no idea," said Dr. Morgan. "But if it's true, that would be wonderful."
He clapped his hands and stood up. "Alright, let's move on to another place. Elizabeth is at Paul's house."
Looking at the trembling Mr. Sawyer, he suddenly became worried about his health. "Of course, you can wait here."
Mr. Sawyer shook his head. "I can still ride a horse."