Underneath the old literature building of the Magic Engineering College, the wide garden was bathed in morning mist and sunshine. The plants released a fresh fragrance, accompanied by the chirping of canaries, the buzzing of bees, and the babbling of the brook.
In this open meadow filled with flowers, two figures stood talking.
"Why do you suspect you've been defrauded?"
Lavisseir, the young reporter, asked.
"Actually, I received a penalty notice with an exorbitant amount on it. It was so outrageous, I have to verify it myself."
Noe Wilford sighed.
Noe speculated if Lanci, the good-for-nothing kid who fancies himself clever, might have mixed up the penalty notice.
However, if Lanci indeed has such a level of forgery skills, he wouldn't need to worry about sustenance for the rest of his life.
He would either be filthy rich or taken care of by the Kingdom Prison.
Noe suddenly remembered the last time he saw Lanci, he was engrossed in studying laws.