Chapter 484: Chapter 234 Cambridge Entrance Exam (End of the month, asking for monthly pass!!!!)_2
Following Thomson into the room were Little Niu and a short-haired Eastern person.
Who is this?
A merchant from the East?
Or a relative of Little Niu?
Or perhaps...
He is Maxwell, and the one with the axe is actually the driver?
Just as a series of questions arose in William Whewell’s mind, Thomson had already approached him and, pointing at Little Niu, said:
"Mr. Whewell, I’m glad I didn’t let you down. I’ve completed my task."
"This is James Clark Maxwell, the second ever reduced-fee student in the history of Trinity College."
William Whewell: "..."
Interrupted by the unexpected appearance of the axe and Xu Yun, William Whewell temporarily blanked out, completely forgetting the act he had prepared.
First, he hastily shook hands with Thomson and then cautiously greeted Little Niu, avoiding the axe.
He then looked at Xu Yun with a probing gaze and asked Thomson:
"Classmate Thomson, who is this Eastern friend..."
Upon hearing this, Thomson was slightly taken aback and asked in surprise:
"What, Mr. Whewell, didn’t Mr. Temple send you a telegram?"
Just like a flashlight.
The telegraph was invented by a British inventor as early as 1801 (actually 1830 in reality), and it has now become an efficient and mature means of long-distance communication.
So logically speaking.
Henry John Temple should have conveyed the whole situation to William Whewell upon reaching the outpost.
But why was this head of Trinity College completely unaware?
In an instant, Thomson’s mind filled with a forty-thousand-word political drama.
Facing Thomson’s question, William Whewell shook his head slightly and said:
"Mr. Temple recently attended an urgent strategic-level meeting, so he only left for the border two days ago, and has probably yet to arrive."
"So apart from knowing that you were attacked, I’m completely unaware of the true situation of the whole event—after all, the English army was the attacker, and it’s improbable for the Scots to keep us fully informed of everything."
Only then did Thomson understand.
Grant, the mastermind behind the attack, was already dead at the station, and most English soldiers had also perished; the few captured ordinary soldiers weren’t privy to the details.
The only person alive who knew the truth of the whole incident was Kurz.
At this time, Kurz was being closely guarded by Sadaoyi in a prison cell, and given that the attack occurred within Scotland’s territory.
Until Henry John Temple’s arrival, the English side indeed had no means to uncover the whole story.
With this in mind.
Thomson changed his intention of what he was about to say, instead detailing the attack:
"Jibber jabber... Blah blah..... Gurgle gurgle..... Meow meow....."
Ten minutes later.
William Whewell exhaled deeply, glanced around at the three people in front of him, a hint of fear flashing in his eyes:
"I see..."
He truly felt a bit frightened.
In these times, the entire Great Britain didn’t yet have a widespread train network, let alone planes.
Thus to bring Little Niu to Cambridge, the only choice besides swimming was:
A carriage.
And compared to the singularity of transportation, there was much more contention over the choice of the receptor.
William Whewell believed involving a professor-level individual would be too conspicuous and prone to accidents within Scotland.
Little Niu’s identity, on the other hand, didn’t warrant cross-border military escort.
Therefore, after much discussion.
The trustees finally selected Thomson, who was from the same area as Little Niu and also a Cambridge Apostle.
No one expected that even with all the precautions the University of Cambridge took, the entire process still turned out to be somewhat nerve-wracking.
With this thought.
William Whewell could not help but look at Xu Yun, gratified, saying:
"Mr. Luo Feng, thanks to your presence, otherwise, our University of Cambridge would have lost two very outstanding students."
"Moreover, the families behind them would suffer irreparable damage, you saved not just two people."
"So I, personally and on behalf of Trinity College and the University of Cambridge, as well as the families of the two students, formally thank you."
"Additionally, if there’s anything Trinity College can assist you with, feel free to ask!"
Hearing this, Xu Yun gave Thomson a look.
Thomson, understanding the implication, moved to William Whewell’s side and placed Little Niu’s letter before this head of Trinity College:
"Mr. Whewell, please take a look at this first; this object has been passed down from Mr. Xu Yun’s ancestors."
Whewell, puzzled, glanced at Thomson but still picked up the letter to read.
After a moment.
Gulp——
Whewell’s Adam’s apple bobbed a few times as he swallowed hard.
He quickly lifted his head, looking at Thomson, then at Xu Yun.
Without waiting for Thomson to speak.
He placed the letter on the table, quickly stepped to the display cabinet by the bookshelf, and reached into his pocket as if searching for something.
A few seconds later.
Whewell’s pocket-searching motion suddenly intensified.
Both of his palms clapped on his body as he spoke with urgency:
"Strange... where are my keys? Where did my keys go?"
Xu Yun: "...."
It proved.
That "the more you need something, the more challenging it often becomes to find it" is essentially a universal truth, timeless and constant.
