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On the other side, on a rooftop far from the city center.
Aleksey, who was trying hard to sort out his chaotic thoughts, sat on the edge of the rooftop, looking at Frank who appeared out of nowhere in the center of the snow, with a wry smile on his face. Okay, he decided to temporarily give up thinking about the principle of this unscientific event.
In any case, enough has happened tonight, and even if the other party said he was a wizard, he would believe it.
"Simply put, I am a wizard, for example..."
Frank looked directly into Aleksey's eyes and said with a serious face.
As the young wizard spoke, he raised his wand and gently tapped the middle-aged researcher's distorted glasses.
"Reparo."
Accompanied by a slight crackling sound, the glasses that had been damaged by the American intelligence officers in the scuffle were restored to their original state.
"..."
Aleksey picked up his glasses and looked at them carefully, a strange look flashed in his eyes, he put his glasses back on, and didn't speak.
"That... if possible, maybe you could let me..."
Frank glanced at Aleksey, whose nose was still bleeding, pointed to the wand in his hand, and gave a friendly smile, although he wasn't good at healing, he could still solve this kind of minor injury.
Aleksey looked at the small wooden stick in Frank's hand, raised his eyebrows, and let out a muffled voice.
"Thanks."
Accompanied by a strange spell, he felt the pain in his nose ease a lot.
He touched his nose with some curiosity, and Aleksey turned his head and looked at Frank calmly.
"Okay, so now you can explain to me, what exactly do you wizards want to get from me? After all, judging from the current situation, you didn't intend to reveal your identities, did you? - tell me, what are your requirements?"
"Originally, according to the work regulations in the manual, I shouldn't have invited you again today, but since such a thing has happened, I think it might be possible to try again. We hope that you can accept our employment and participate in the subsequent scientific research work and some potentially needed educational work... of course, that's for later..."
Frank swallowed and said nervously.
As the young chosen intern employee spoke, he took out a crumpled letter from his arms, with strange scale marks drawn all over the back, and handed it to Aleksey.
Although the seal looked intact, the paper seemed to have been opened many times.
"By the way, this is a letter of recommendation from Mr. Makarov, the director of the Nikolaev Shipyard, you can take a look. We are different from the Americans, the British, and most non-magical bureaucratic governments, we are not for war and hegemony."
"...Makarov of the Black Sea? Heh, I didn't expect you to convince him."
Aleksey raised his eyebrows, took the envelope, didn't rush to open it, pondered for a moment and asked.
"Besides me, have you contacted other researchers? Does everyone have a dedicated person in charge like me?"
"Some do, some have one person in charge of several. As far as I know, there are also Mr. Valerianovich, Mr. Chomochka, Ms. Arkhipovna, Ms. Poposha, and others... After all, not everyone is like you, um..."
"Difficult, stubborn?"
Aleksey grinned and continued Frank's words without caring, looking at the distant, brilliant and sparkling city lights, he slowly sighed, and said with some emotion.
"The stubborn old men of the Soviet Institute of Experimental Physics, the madmen of the Steklov Mathematical Institute, the strong woman of the Landau Institute... you are going to wipe out the most outstanding group of people in our era in one fell swoop. With these people, it is enough to start from scratch and establish most of the complete former Soviet technological system."
"Uh, actually, as far as I know, most of them are like you... um, relatively stubborn."
Frank scratched his cheek a little embarrassedly, and said with some frustration.
"Currently, it seems that only a few old people from the All-Russian Institute of Biology and the Mendeleev Institute have agreed to the invitation, and the rest are mostly still in contact..."
"So, what exactly do you plan to let us do?"
Aleksey raised his hand, interrupted Frank's words, and asked curiously.
"I mean specific work, researching nuclear bombs? Or nuclear power? You wouldn't let us guard the gate like the Americans, would you? After all, these old guys can only do these things..."
"About this, I'm not sure..."
Frank spread his hands helplessly, looked into Aleksey's eyes and replied.
"The task I received is just to protect your safety during this period, and at the same time, persuade you as much as possible to join our Destiny Group's potato retail store, to carry out basic cashier and sales work. Even the contract is to be signed there."
"Po-Potato store?! Let us be sales clerks and cashiers?"
A strange look appeared on Aleksey's face, and he repeated in disbelief.
"That's right, sigh..."
Frank glanced at Aleksey's reaction and sighed silently in his heart. Based on his past experience, the topic was almost over at this point, and he would have to erase his memory again and prepare for the next communication.
Counting the record strips on the envelope, there have been almost a hundred such situations from January to now, right?
So, next... is the 101st time?
After a moment of silence, Aleksey glanced at the loaf of bread that had become cold on the edge of the rooftop, subconsciously pushed the undamaged glasses on the bridge of his nose, and said thoughtfully in a low voice.
"That is to say... your authority can only stop at the potato store, and the rest will be explained in detail by a higher-level person in charge, but once I accept this invitation, it won't be so easy to quit?"
"Yes." The young wizard nodded again, and tightened the wand in his hand.
"In that case, I agree, take me to that potato store to work tomorrow and have a look."
"I'm sorry, I don't know more... Eh?! What did you say?"
"After all, from tomorrow onwards, I'm just an ordinary unemployed person. The news of the closure of the research institute will definitely not be able to hide from Natasha and the others, I have to find a new job, right?"
Aleksey stood up, hugged the bread bag next to him, pursed his lips, and said pretending to be relaxed.
"For people like you, if you can participate in such work, then there are only two possibilities - first, you have an extremely powerful force behind you; second, your organizer is a naive idealist; of course, or both..."
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There is no Chapter 5~ Goo ah~
(Oh my god!!!!)
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