Lynn left his sword and horse at the door.
Then after passing through the main entrance of Oxenfurt University, a completely different world appeared in front of him.
Oxenfurt University is completely different from a town made up of ordinary buildings, nor is it like a town where you and I fight for every inch of land.
Everything here remains as it was when the elves left.
The spacious alleys are paved with colorful gravel, and on both sides are small palaces that are pleasing to the eye, as well as hollow fences, walls, hedges, canals, bridges, flower gardens and green parks.
Only a few large, crude mansions stood, obviously built after the elves left.
Everything looks clean, peaceful and solemn.
Students wandered through the alleys, intently reading tomes and parchment manuscripts.
Others sat on benches, lawns, and flowerbeds, discussing their homework or playing deliberative brain games like "odd or even."
Professors were also hanging around, chatting or arguing enthusiastically without losing their etiquette and style.
The young teaching assistant wandered around, staring at the skirts of female students.
Oxenfurt, where Oxenfurt University is located, is located on the north bank of the Pontar River. A breeze blows from the Pontar River, bringing weak water vapor.
The slightly stronger smell of hydrogen sulfide came from the Alchemy Department building towering beside the canal. Gray-and-yellow red-crowned finches chirped in the bushes of the park.
There was also an orangutan sitting in a poplar tree, no doubt an gorilla that had escaped from the natural history zoo.
It took Lynn some time to find out the location of Professor Gloger's office from several young and enthusiastic students.
In an office, Lynn met Professor Gloger.
The professor was about forty to fifty years old, with a beard, a serious face, and a tall and thin figure.
Give people an image of being knowledgeable, rigorous and serious.
When he heard that Lynn was here for the commission, Professor Gloger couldn't help but look at the witcher from top to bottom.
"Are you really a witcher?"
Lynn nodded and said, "If it is fake, it will be replaced."
"Forgive me for being offended, but you look a little too young."
"Trial of the Grasses caused mutations in our bodies and greatly delayed our aging. Of course, I know you don't want to hear this. Let me put it another way..."
Lynn spread his hands. "I don't know how much time will pass before the next witcher passes by Oxenfurt. In that case, why not let me give it a try? Professor, you don't have much to lose anyway, right?"
Gloger Professor thought quickly.
I think what Lynn said makes sense.
Anyway, even if the commission fails, there will definitely be no reward.
Of course it would be better if it succeeds.
And it is true that as Lynn said, there are too few demon hunters in the world today. Even many students in Oxenfurt University have never seen a demon hunter at all.
When another demon hunter passes by Oxenfurt, the grass on the grave of his missing student will be taller than anyone knows.
Therefore, Professor Gloger put away his previous look of contempt and suspicion, solemnly stretched out his hand and shook hands with Lynn.
"I apologize for my previous rudeness and reintroduce myself. I am Professor Sigismund Gloger from the History Department. The missing person is my student, Myshelle Sabina Ruxe."
Lynn was invited by the other party, sat down on the chair, and immediately started asking.
"I need to know more details. When did Miss Myshelle disappear?"
"This... I don't know the exact time. I only know that it was probably a few days ago." Professor Gloger said a little embarrassed.
"Okay, let me change the question. Who was your student last seen?"
"It's Marco·Gerd."
"Is this person also your student?"
"Yes."
"Okay, then where can I find him?"
"Just sit here and I'll call him for you."
A few minutes later.
A boy with freckles on his face, tall but also very thin, even a little too thin, walked in.
His eyes swept across the demon hunter's body, stopping on Gloger, and asked somewhat cautiously, "Professor, are you looking for me?"
Professor Gloger pointed at Lynn and said.
"It's this master witcher who wants to see you."
Lynn smiled and said to the embarrassed students.
"Marco·Gerd You? Sit down first. Don't stay so far away. Don't worry, I don't have any infectious diseases."
When Marco sat down, Lynn leaned forward on the chair and looked directly into Marco's eyes. "I heard that you were the last person to see Myshelle?"
Marco replied nervously, "Yes, Your Excellency."
"Okay, then let me ask you, when was the last time you saw her? Where was it?"
"In the evening, I don't know exactly what time it is, but it was just after class."
"Where did you meet her?"
"In the cafeteria."
Lynn suddenly asked Gloger sitting aside.
"Professor Gloger, what time does the university cafeteria usually open in the evening?"
Professor Gloger replied, "Five to six o'clock."
Lynn nodded and looked at Marco again.
"Marco, were there many people in the canteen at that time?"
"Not too... much?" Marco said with an uncertain tone.
Lynn couldn't help but frown. "What does not too much mean? Is it too much or not too much?"
Marco hesitated.
"There are some people, but not that many people."
Lynn can't help but help.
You leave it here and leave it here.
But Lynn can also understand.
Not everyone has keen observation and photographic memory.
Some people can't even remember what they ate two days ago.
After all, people and their physiques cannot be generalized.
He sighed and changed the question.
"Okay, so what were you discussing?"
"Aet Aye's..."
Just as Marco was about to answer, Gloger next to him suddenly coughed loudly, interrupting Marco's words.
Lynn looked back at Professor Gloger: "What's wrong, Professor, do you have any questions?"
"Sorry, Master Witcher, it's nothing."
He glanced at Marco pretending to be casual but full of meaning.
Obviously he doesn't want Marco to finish what he just said.
"With all due respect, Lord Demon Hunter, does this have anything to do with the topic we are talking about now?"
The other party was obviously hiding something, which made Lynn say impatiently.
"Of course, I must have all the information before I can launch an investigation. Professor, have you ever seen the performance of walking on a tightrope?"
"I've seen it, but..."
Before the other party could finish speaking, Lynn quickly interrupted him.
"The performers you saw must have performed lightly. No one had their hands and feet tied on the stage, right?"
Gloger said of course.
"Of course. Although I don't know much about the performance industry, I know that walking on a tightrope requires extremely high demands on performers, especially their balance ability."
"How can you perform if you have your hands and feet tied or if you are carrying heavy objects? Wouldn't it be difficult for others to perform?"
Lynn nodded.
"It's really great that you can understand. As you said, if you deliberately conceal part of the content, then to me, it's just like a performer with tied hands and feet."
Only then did Gloger realize that he was bypassed by Lynn.
"This... well, okay, but Lord Demon Hunter, I have a request."