"Just dropping by." Lao Mo tossed one of the strings of Big Eyeballs in his hand onto the floor. "Brought you a little gift while I was at it."
"A gift? Looks more like spoils of war." The Art Teacher, "Big Golden Retriever," looked over. "'Feather Pupils'? So many?!"
With a hint of surprise, he sniffed again. "This fresh? Don't tell me you slaughtered these 'gifts' right nearby before visiting?"
"Touched?"
"No, and I wouldn't dare be touched again." The Art Teacher, "Big Golden Retriever," shook his head repeatedly, thinking of the time he had foolishly said he was touched, only for this fellow to immediately reply, "Then give me a little gift in return," and fleece him for a whole pile of things. This time, he would be stone-hearted and immovable.
Lao Mo curled his lip. "I'm not fleecing you this time. Help me locate Mu Daxian. Once you find him, I'll leave right away."
"Mu Daxian?" The Art Teacher, "Big Golden Retriever," paused slightly. "He's most likely over by the Lookouts..."
Lao Mo said bluntly, "Of course I know that, but checking them one by one is too much trouble. Help me pinpoint him."
Seeing Lao Mo's grave expression, the Art Teacher, "Big Golden Retriever," immediately nodded. He took the pipe from his mouth and put it back on the desk, then picked up the string of Big Eyeballs. "Give me a few minutes."
"No problem."
The Art Teacher, "Big Golden Retriever," grabbed his protective leather coat, turned, and clattered up the steps.
Lin Yi slowly withdrew his gaze from behind the bookcase. "Does that lead up to the watchtower with the Searchlight?"
"Yes." Without looking further, Lao Mo began wandering aimlessly around the Art Office, making himself so at home that Head Teacher 039 seemed like the