Why it never ends

Chapter 1211 Guests
“That’s quite good,” Si Lei nodded again. “You’re still young. With such a senior to guide you, you’ll be able to avoid some detours.”

Klar's eyes dimmed for a moment: "Even a detour is still a path; it's good enough to have something to walk."

"how?"

“Either this is the best case I’ve ever handled,” Clara said, “or after this case, I’ll clean up and make room for the next one.”

Si Lei sensed the weight of those words: "What do you mean?"

“It’s nothing,” Clara laughed, her gaze lingering on the distance again. Her voice sounded like a reply to Sire, yet also like she was talking to herself. “That’s what it means to accept the consequences of a bet.”

Clara was silent for a moment, then suddenly turned to look at Si Lei: "Don't look at me like that, as if I'm pitiful—I'm not like you. Sister, your family are all police officers. You moved to a different district and continued to work in this line of work, which is just fulfilling your duty... It's not like I have to do this line of work."

Si Lei wanted to ask more questions, but Clara waved her off, saying, "Don't bother seeing me off anymore. You still need to go back and pass on my message."

Si Lei glanced at his watch: "It's too late today, let's talk tomorrow—are you coming tomorrow afternoon? The preparatory meeting is supposed to be at four o'clock in the afternoon."

“Come on,” Clara answered firmly. “I want to see what this inspector of yours is up to.”

……

The next morning, many more guards suddenly appeared outside the palace.

The sounds of horses' hooves, motorcycles, and cars woke Boheng from his sleep early in the morning. A certain fighting instinct made him jump out of bed quickly, crawl to the window, and quietly lift a corner of the curtain.

Outside the palace walls, motorcycle patrol teams in uniform and wearing white helmets were moving around. Temporary roadblocks were erected at several intersections—iron railings crisscrossed everywhere, and military police guarded all the intersections, even on several narrow paths that were only accessible by foot.

Several military vehicles were parked in an open area further away, their doors half-open. Boheng could see fully armed soldiers lurking inside, waiting for orders.

He held his breath, his fingertips pressed against the windowsill, a thin layer of sweat already beading on his back. He stared at the soldiers who seemed to have fallen from the sky, at the weapons in their hands, a strong sense of fear rising in his chest.

—Who can guarantee that this isn't a coordinated attack against him?
Just then, there was a knock on the door. Boheng instinctively went into battle mode, until he heard a familiar voice: "Teacher Boheng?"

It's Gahodorei.

Boheng did not answer immediately, but moved silently to the door.

The knocking started again, this time much louder and more urgent than before.

"Teacher Boheng!" Eunice shouted, "Are you awake, Teacher Boheng!"

The two girls sounded relaxed, and there was nothing unusual about them. Boheng hesitated for a moment, then opened the door.

"...Just woke up." He yawned. "It's you guys."

“Breakfast is half an hour earlier than usual today,” Eunice said. “Gahodorei was worried that no one would inform you and you wouldn’t have breakfast, so she thought she’d come and tell you…”

Gabrielle's hand trembled involuntarily—Eunice had just blurted it out like that! How embarrassing!
"Would you like to come down to eat with us? We can take you to the restaurant." Eunice pointed to the other end of the corridor. "This area is quite winding. There used to be road signs, but they've been removed today."

“Okay… wait for me to wash up.” Boheng regained his composure and pointed out the window, “Is it always this noisy outside?” Gahodore and Eunice looked at each other and shook their heads together.

“They said we have important guests today.” Gahodore suddenly remembered, “The reason breakfast is half an hour earlier is because there will be a curfew for a period of time, and no one can leave their rooms—that’s the notice Hershta just sent this morning. Didn’t she tell you?”

"she……"

Just then, the phone rang in Boheng's room. He gestured to Eunice and Gahodorei to "wait a moment," then went inside and picked up the receiver.

"Hey."

Hershta's voice came from the other end of the phone: "Do you have any plans for today?"

“…I was planning to check on Gahodorei and Eunice, and then leave,” Boheng said in a low voice, “but now outside—”

“I forgot to tell you yesterday, we have an event here this afternoon.” Hersta’s voice sounded flat. “If you’re interested, you can stay, otherwise I’ll take you out in a bit.”

"what activity?"

"Let Gahodore and the others tell you. See you in a bit."

The phone went dead.

Boheng quickly finished washing up and followed his two students downstairs. Along the way, he listened to Gabrielle talk about the major and minor events that had recently occurred at the farm and the palace, including the "community preparation meeting" that afternoon.

Gabrielle herself wasn't quite sure what the meeting was about, so she spoke vaguely. Eunice, standing nearby, said it was probably just a matter of everyone introducing themselves and getting to know each other. Boheng remained silent after hearing this.

Clearly, the current martial law is inextricably linked to Hesta's activities this afternoon, which likely means that some important figures will be present at the event.

"Have you kept in touch with that Saler man you met in the farm's backyard last time?" Boheng suddenly asked.

“She rarely went out after that,” Eunice replied. “We tried to say hello, but we rarely had a chance to talk in depth, and we still don’t know where she came from… but now she can call me and Gabrielle by name.”

“Really? That’s good,” Boheng said. “What’s her name?”

“Vorsandetta,” Gahodorei replied.

The three of them originally went from the indoor corridor to the first floor of the main hall, but when they were almost there, they found that the corridor door was locked. Eunice was a little angry, but he could only lead the other two to go around through the garden.

However, as soon as she stepped into the garden, her eyes lit up—she saw the old carpenter, Polney, sitting with two other men, smoking and chatting.

"Good morning, Polny!" Eunice waved to the old man, looking very happy. She turned to Boheng and said, "Teacher! I want to introduce someone to you!"

Gabrielle was somewhat surprised. Of course, she recognized the old carpenter; after all, she and Eunice had once gotten into a fight with this master carpenter's workers over the waterproofing groove under the windowsill. But she didn't know that during her frequent trips away, Eunice seemed to have become friends with the old carpenter.

“This is Mr. Polney, the carpenter on the farm,” Eunice introduced happily. “This is my teacher, Connor Gonza!”