There was a pug with a haggard head and a drooping head, which looked like it had gone through more than a dog could bear in a short period of time; there was also a civet who seemed to be in such a happy mood that he could hum a song, and his whole body exuded happiness.

When Kitahara and Kaede and Fyodor beside him finally solved the matter of "falling from favor" and publishing it in the newspaper, this was what they saw when they went out.

"..." I can't believe what happened to this dog in this short period of time.

Beiyuan and Feng sighed, stretched out their hands to take it from Gogol, and rubbed their heads soothingly, their eyes full of subtle sympathy and pity.

"Thank you so much for your help." The traveler sighed silently, and then nodded slightly to the two people in front of him, "Otherwise, it will probably take me a long time to solve this matter."

"It doesn't matter. After all, it's good to be able to help others." Fyodor smiled, then walked to Gogol, "Do you have anything else to do?"

"The specifics haven't been decided yet, but I plan to go to the Petrov Theater to watch a ballet tonight." Kitahara and Kaede hesitated for a moment, but smiled and said their only plan for the next step, "I heard that

The ballet there is very good..."

Then he saw the two people in front of him showing a slightly subtle expression that he didn't want to hide at all.

Wait, why do I feel so ominous?

The traveler was silent for a moment, and felt that something was not quite right.

Could there be something wrong with the Bolshoi Theater?

Sure enough, at the next moment, Fyodor spoke unhurriedly: "Sir, just at noon today, there was an accident at the Petrov Theater, and it seems that it was decided to suspend the show for half a month.

show."

"Uh." Kitahara and Kaede, whose ominous premonition came true, were speechless and choked. Finally, their desire to complain and sadness condensed into one sentence, which was spit out heavily from their mouths, "So, does the Grand Theater accept refunds?"

"...I think it should be accepted."

Fyodor didn't seem to expect to get such an answer. After a slight pause, he calmly replied amidst the hidden laughter of Gogol next to him who was having a hard time holding back.

"As long as you can accept it." Kitahara and Feng's mood suddenly improved - although he has money, it is better to save as little as possible.

After all, I just spent a completely unnecessary amount of money to publish a newspaper... I need to stop the loss in time, otherwise he will be very distressed!

"Then I'll go over there to go through the refund procedures. Thank you for letting me know." The traveler took advantage of this and reached out to rub Fei Jia's hat again, then showed a very sincere smile, "Goodbye.

"

——It’s hard to tell whether this is because I can recover a wave of blood, or because I can finally take care of these two future troubles.

Of course, the one that accounts for the largest proportion must be "successfully achieving the achievement of defeating Goda all over again".

"..." A certain underage rice ball was unexpectedly attacked by someone without any martial ethics.

Mr. Dostoyevsky, who was still only thirteen years old, calmly straightened his crooked hat, still maintaining the polite persona of a Russian gentleman: "I wish you a safe journey."

"I wish you all the best -" Kitahara and Kaede hugged the dog and said goodbye with a smile. Then they tightened the scarves around their necks, turned around gracefully, and merged into the crowds of people walking on the streets near Red Square.

One thing to say, although it didn't damage the hair, Mr. Tuo's hat felt really good. It was so good that the traveler wanted to ask him where he bought it...

Beihara and Feng walked a few streets, then looked at the dog in his arms, smiled and tapped each other's forehead with his finger: "Don't you plan to leave? I got into big trouble for you."

"Wooow." The dog in his arms whined a few times in a guilty voice, then gently broke away from the other person's arms, rubbed it flatteringly a few times, and then ran away without looking back.

"..." Beihara and Feng looked at each other's disappearing figure, and then smiled helplessly, as if something had fallen into the air for no reason.

People coming and going, passers-by passing by, stories of meeting and parting.

"Huh, this is really true." The traveler sighed, then waved his hands, with a liberated look on his face, "Finally, I sent this person away. He always held such a dog in his arms, and his hands

It’s super sour... Speaking of which, since I can’t go to the Bolshoi Theater, why not go to the small theater next to it to watch a play..."

Kitahara and Feng shook their heads, complained in their hearts about each other's weight, and then walked back into the bustling crowd.

——After all, travelers and so on are not beings who will be beaten separately.

On the other end, Fyodor, who used the blind spot on the street corner and used the other party's space ability to arrive at an uninhabited alley, raised his head and glanced at Gogol indifferently, with a bit of helplessness in his eyes.

"If you want to laugh, you can do it now."

As for holding back laughter until now, his whole expression is distorted?

"Pfft hahahahahahaha!" Gogol burst into a burst of laughter in a shameless manner, almost falling on Fyodor, who was a head shorter than him, "Fedya, you are here too! What do you mean?

How could you endure it and not use your powers? Hahahaha!"

Fyodor glanced at him thoughtfully and said slowly: "How do you know I'm not using my powers?"

"?" Gogol's laughter suddenly stopped, and his golden eyes were filled with a look of "curiosity" and "excitement." "Hey? Did you really use your powers on him? But no

use?"

"I didn't use my powers." Fyodor closed his fluffy collar with his hands, and some inexplicable meaning flashed in his burgundy eyes.

That look in the other person's eyes when he saw him for the first time.

Although it was incredible, there was indeed a feeling of being "seen through" in an instant - that's why he had so many temptations later on.

But it always feels a bit inconsistent.

Fyodor frowned in confusion, but had no intention of mentioning this matter, and instead brought up another topic: "What did she say?"

"So I'm still curious, Fejia, how did you figure out that the dog was a lady... But it's true that only Russia, Japan and the UK were involved in this matter." Gogol shrugged, "Look.

The planner from Great Britain is very clever."

"It is the famous Miss Moulton-Barrette after all."

Fedor, who quickly judged the identity of the other party, was not too surprised by this: "Even if she is squeezed out by the inner circle there, her ability will never be lower than those of those people. In this world, it is impossible to create chaos in Moscow

Not many people can guarantee that they will escape unscathed in the end..."

"Now, so what are we going to do next?" Gogol jumped lightly onto a cargo rack in the alley, then turned his head and looked at Fyodor with interest, his golden eyes sparkling, "In

A particularly grand magic show in chaotic Moscow—"

"No." Fyodor raised his head and looked at the other party, as if he had thought of something, "Let's resolve the situation prepared by Miss Moulton-Barrette in the next few days, and then we will leave Moscow."

"Huh -?" Gogol tilted his head, looking a little surprised, and then he suddenly understood, "This has something to do with the Transcendent in Moscow? What is his superpower?"

The Russian boy at the entrance of the alley was slightly startled, as if he did not expect that the other party would ask such a question.

It seems that it is blocked by those buildings that are ten thousand times more complicated than advanced mathematics. The light in the alley seems a little blurry and dim, and it only shines hazily, as if there is still coldness from the north in the marrow.

meaning.

"War and Peace, these are the names of his powers."

He was silent for a while, and then gave a reply that didn't quite answer the question. His tone sounded calm and calm, as if nothing had happened.

"As for the specific effect, you should know it soon."

On the opposite side of the alley wall, a dog that had finally been liberated furtively lowered its ears that had been pricked just now, let out a humane sigh, and then ran away quickly.

The destination, a hotel next to the British Embassy in Russia...

The small dog looked at the hotel in front of him, wagged his tail, found a hidden place and got in, transforming into a human form again.

——A very typical image of a British girl, an elegant and close-fitting black cotton dress, long wavy dark brown hair, and a pair of calm, dark green eyes.

The fog is unreasonably reminiscent of the city of London. It is so thick and thick that it is impossible to capture anything, but it also has an incredible lightness, almost flowing freely in the air.

The young girl raised her head slightly, then walked calmly across the street towards her destination.

Enter the door, go upstairs, open the door, and close the door all at once.

"Miss Moulton-Barrette." The girl looked at the woman sitting in the wheelchair in the room, sighed slightly, and then said hello.

"Here you are, Flush." ​​The woman tilted her head slightly, turned the wheelchair, and smiled softly at the person who came in, "It seems you are in trouble?"

"...Indeed, and Miss Moulton-Barrette." The girl took a deep breath and looked a little helpless, "I have said it many times, my name is Virginia Woolf."

"I know, Flush -" the woman in the wheelchair responded nonchalantly, just as perfunctory as she could, "I'm telling you, I just discovered something very magical."

Woolf, who had become accustomed to the other party's answer, pressed her temples, and then asked with a little helplessness: "What is it?"

"It's fate, fate." Miss Elizabeth Barrett Moulton smiled, took out a folding fan from somewhere, and shook it open with a "swish", revealing all kinds of things on it.

Astrology and tarot symbols.

"In a sense, the goddess of fate - if she really existed - would probably be a god with a very bad taste and dramatic aesthetic, because the fate in her works is so full of comedy and drama, and

It’s to the point where everyone involved finds it funny.”

"But if you let those smart people look at it, they tend to be more inclined to 'man-made' coincidences than accidents - because in their eyes, they often believe in inevitability more than chance encounters."

The woman in the wheelchair raised her head and smiled gently at the woman in front of her. The waves in her light brown eyes seemed to be holding a handful of clear warm water.

Bright and transparent, soft and light.

She smiled so happily, with a girlish slyness in her tone: "But Flush, you have to know that I am more of a poet than a diplomat."

Huh? Woolf was stunned for a moment, and suddenly thought of the reason why she was invited to become his subordinate.

Because she wants to satisfy her desire to stay in Russia to watch ballet and theater... Is it really that simple a reason?

"So, many things don't need to be as complicated as they think." The woman closed the hollow fan, then tapped Woolf's forehead with a smile, with a leisurely ridicule in her tone, "Even if you have special powers,

It's not that suitable...even if it's a person without superpowers, I wouldn't mind helping."

"Nothing else, even if it is a small favor to another art lover, it is not impossible."
To be continued...