The envelope was an ordinary parchment envelope.
Yan Hua carefully pinched it.
The inside actually felt somewhat soft, making it impossible to guess what had been stuffed into it.
The seal had not been closed with fire lacquer or wax. It had only been dabbed with a little saliva, and judging by the amount, Yan Hua suspected it probably was not the Little Fox's, but the saliva of that furry dragon in the hall.
There were only three crooked words on the front—
For Su Ya.
Yan Hua turned it over and looked it over. Aside from those three words, everything else was blank.
Yan Hua had once served as Qian Zi'ang's "book boy."
During that time, she had seen many, many words written by wizards—young wizards, adult wizards, old wizards, wizards from wealthy families, penniless poor wizards, good wizards, Black Wizard, and so on. In Beta Town, the Three Religions and Nine Streams gathered the greatest range of possibilities in the entire Wizarding World, allowing her to learn many things in a very short time, including the way Wizards wrote. Some of the writing she had seen was neat, some sloppy, some bold and sweeping, some written stroke by stroke.
But she had never seen anything this strange.
It was every bit as bad as ghostly Draw Talismans.
Judging only by the strokes, she would have thought someone had written those words while gripping the pen with their foot—and that foot might even have been the left one, and might have been trembling besides. There was no framework, no brushwork, no structure. Looking at just these few words, it was as if she saw three black-furred foxes rolling around in the mud!
"—No problem!"
Poseidon did not notice that the Little White Person had fallen into deep thought while