Chapter 479: Chapter 232: Saint Cultural Treasure (Fog)_3
In any case.
If Little Niu’s personal letter can’t even earn a student place at the University of Cambridge in this timeline...
Then Little Niu could really rise from the grave—come to think of it, I wonder if in this timeline Little Niu was cremated or buried?
But to bring some comfort to Little Niu’s soul in heaven, it’s clear that Thomson is not one to betray his mentors and ancestors.
He ignored Wheat’s request to see the letter and carefully folded the letter:
"Maxwell, I’m sorry, you don’t yet have the privilege to access this level of items, I can’t agree to this."
After speaking.
He took a few envelopes out from the compartment of the carriage.
He first placed the folded letter into one envelope, then continued to layer another envelope over it, repeating this process...
Eventually, Thomson nested it four times before stopping, then he retrieved the small box that had previously held alcohol—the one used to clean Xu Yun’s wound.
He emptied all its contents into his hand and solemnly placed the envelope inside the box.
Finally, Thomson carefully locked the box, cradling it in both hands with a reverent expression akin to holding Little Niu’s urn.
After these actions.
He then looked at Xu Yun, revealing a rare smile, and said:
"Luo Feng... no, Mr. Luo Feng, with this letter, I can now promise you."
"Even the most rigid Professor Militang at the University of Cambridge would absolutely have no objections to your admission!"
"From now on we are fellow alumni, welcome to the University of Cambridge, Mr. Luo Feng!"
Xu Yun shook hands with him, smiling:
"It’s truly my honor to be an alumnus alongside Mr. Thomson, please guide me in the future."
Thomson nodded and turned to Wheat, saying:
"Given the circumstances, Maxwell, we should hurry on... uh, what are you doing?"
In front of him.
Maxwell, holding an ax, waved it before Thomson, his expression as honest and earnest as ever:
"Mr. Thomson, didn’t you say that if Mr. Luo Feng could get into the University of Cambridge, you’d eat this ax?"
"Here, open wide..."
Thomson: "...."
Watching Maxwell, who had been denied the chance to see the letter and was now attempting to feed Thomson the ax, Xu Yun shivered slightly at the sight:
Just as expected.
Pink fuzz... oops, it’s terrifying when the earnest turn dark...
Come to think of it.
If Thomson actually gnawed on this ax, would I avoid having to eat one myself?
Ahem...
A few minutes later.
The three stopped their antics and returned to the carriage.
The Shire Horse snorted crisply, slowly pulling the carriage toward a certain direction.
And just as Xu Yun and the others set off.
A hundred meters away, in a small alley.
A few men dressed in patched robes stood with arms crossed, gazing coldly at the departing carriage.
Once the carriage disappeared from view.
They swiftly turned around.
Whoosh—
Several long braids skimmed through the air, as their figures faded into the darkness...
...
He looked as if in the advanced stages of Parkinson’s disease, even the letter paper in his hand trembling violently. Yet Thomson didn’t notice his body’s abnormality at all, intensely staring at Xu Yun, asking, word by word, "Luo Feng, is this... Lord Newton’s personal letter?" Upon hearing this, Maxwell could no longer remain seated: "What, Lord Newton’s personal letter?" He darted to Thomson’s side in a flash, the expression on his face a mix of eagerness to snatch it while fearing to damage the letter, ultimately tentatively saying: "Could I take a look, Mr. Thomson?" Seeing this, Xu Yun shrugged at the two, nodded, saying: "Yes, Mr. Thomson, this is indeed the letter Lord Newton wrote to Fat Fish, authentic as ever." "Using this letter to secure a student place at the University of Cambridge shouldn’t be very difficult, right?" Indeed. The confidence enabling Xu Yun to select [fairly difficult] - [extremely difficult] this set of tasks stemmed precisely from this Little Niu’s letter. Back when Old Su set off to Five Continents Mountain for a graveside visit, Xu Yun unexpectedly received Little Niu’s plea for help in his letter. In the letter, Little Niu mentioned some issues to him, to which Xu Yun responded with a letter, sending it back to Little Niu via the halo. That response letter stirred Little Niu’s timeline into a second alteration, ultimately culminating in creating the third dungeon... which is the special era background of the current dungeon. At that time, the letter paper and pen Xu Yun used for the response were all new items provided by the halo—back then the halo even generated a table, with a large sticker of Jia Ran on it. This means. Throughout this process... the letter of Little Niu had never left Xu Yun’s grasp. Additionally, upon Xu Yun’s departure from the space, the letter was stored in a package with Hawking’s invitation. Consequently, upon learning that the third dungeon started in the Western world of the 16th century AD. Xu Yun slipped this letter into the backpack, using it as travel supplies. Although in conventional history, Little Niu never actually penned this letter, it doesn’t mean that Xu Yun must give it away entirely intact, does it? If the opportunity arises accurately, he can simply trim parts not involving ’Fat Fish’, taking portions of it as a correspondence between Little Niu and friends to hand out. Little Niu’s handwriting is notably distinctive, easily allowing authenticity confirmation when enough samples present. (For specifics, refer to the Chapter explanation on 23, showcasing Little Niu’s handwriting) The University of Cambridge is Little Niu’s alma mater, in the real world has always elevated Little Niu to the highest regard, even prizing the cup Little Niu used. Should this item be handed over to the University of Cambridge, it might bring unexpected returns. After all, it’s only a palm-s
