Chapitre 147: Making Soap

"It's been a while, Teacher Jeeves," Guy commented casually while his attention was rapt on a container of lye solution. He was with his two students: Jean and Dora, in the clearing outside the orphanage.

"Don't get me started," Al groaned. "The sabbatical I applied for was denied because apparently, I 'was not involved in teaching or instructional activities in any way to warrant a sabbatical'. Kaist tore the application in front of me to boot. So I had to run a few lectures to appease the public."

"That should have attracted quite a crowd?" Guy responded with a light chuckle. He gestured for Dora to place the stack of mould blocks on the ground next to him in an ordered grid.

"Not really," Al said with a devious smile. "They were impromptu lectures at awkward hours. Not many even knew about it until the last minute, by which time I was long gone."