About half an hour later, everyone got into Finn's private car.
"Hey, kid, take this." Tesla, sitting in the back row, angrily handed the folder she was holding to Welt, sitting in the passenger seat.
Welt took the folder and found several hardcover books inside.
"Open it and take a look. This is what you'll need later: memorize it."
Welt took the book out of the folder: a passport and some documents, including the Imperial Academy work certificate, entry and exit guarantees, to ensure that Welt wasn't detained when leaving the country.
"Welt Joyce?"
Welt looked at the name on the passport with some surprise.
Familiar, but not completely familiar.
"Ah, the name Joyce comes from a writer," Finn, holding the steering wheel with one hand and pushing his glasses with the other, said, "Do you know Ulysses?"
"Ulysses? Odysseus in Latin?"
Welt's knowledge is quite subtle.
"No, it's "Ulysses," which is known as the best novel of the 20th century. I don't know if this is okay."
Finn shook his head at Welt like a careless professor.
"Please ask someone to drive carefully. I don't want to have a car accident on the road," Tesla interrupted the conversation between the two.
"Yes, yes, yes."
"Anyway, just remember the name that guy gave you. If you reveal your true identity to customs, you'll have to bear the consequences."
It should be Senior Tian Shi.
Welt felt that the last two didn't seem to have time to name themselves.
Wait... what did Dr. Tesla just say?
"Show your true colors?"
After hearing what Tesla said, Welt felt uneasy, and his eyes became strange when he looked at the pile of documents in his hand.
"Could it be that these documents... are forged?"
"It depends on what you say," Tesla yawned, "If you insist, this is an 'official certificate issued by a private person without authorization,' right?"
"What kind of statement is this…?"
There are so many flaws in Tesla's statement that Welt doesn't know where to start.
"Relax, there's nothing wrong with the certificate itself, as long as you memorize your name."
Finn patted Welt on the shoulder, "I hope this guy knows how to drive well."
"By the way," Tesla suddenly remembered something, "Finn, what about your son?"
"I already called the school. It's not the first time Joachim has encountered something like this. There's no problem... By the way, why do you look so surprised, Welt?"
Finn looked at Welt, who seemed stunned and somewhat confused.
"No, nothing."
Can't he tell that Finn doesn't look like a family man?
Finn's wife, Heinrich Yang, is a Chinese-German beauty, a promising young archaeologist.
Archaeologists and paleographers complement each other.
"Let's not talk about me." Finn pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses. "Did 'that person' from your laboratory come out too?"
"No."
"It's a pity. I still want to meet that «hidden third person»."
"It's Tian..."
Just as Welt was about to speak, he received a blow to the back of his head.
Finn only laughed when he saw this, a very smart man, but also a very measured man.
Maybe he already knew something, but he never thought of asking.
Welt, who had been warned by Tesla, couldn't help but shut his mouth.
"By the way, have you two considered the hotel issue?" Finn said casually, "We have to change planes twice on this trip, so we may need to rest for a night on the way."
"Oh..."
"Double room."
Einstein said expressionlessly, "Me, Dr. Tesla."
"Ah, you didn't fall for it," Finn smiled like an experienced person, "It seems the gentleman hasn't come. I envy him for conquering the hearts of two talented ladies at once."
As a veteran in love, Finn can naturally see the thoughts of the two girls in the back seat; well, 21-year-old Tesla should actually be called a young woman.
Young woman... Finn sighed in his heart.
Then, he thought of something he had vaguely noticed.
It's better to let it rot in your stomach.
"I'll pass on what you just said to Dr. Yang, Finn."
"Hahahaha… can we let it go now?"
However, Einstein didn't seem to care at all that her thoughts were seen, while Tesla blushed but hesitated and found it difficult to say.
After all, if it's a double room, it's quite good.
"If Dr. Tesla finishes drinking, showers, and is willing to dress properly."
Einstein added without changing her expression.
"..."
"..."
Everyone present fell silent.
After drinking, it can be said that Tesla is truly aggressive and defensive, without taboos, of course, the most important thing is to make a fuss.
"Hate, hate..."
Some people try to get away with acting cute.
"How could something like this happen… hahahahaha…"
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New York International Airport.
After crossing five time zones and a flight of nearly eight hours, the plane landed here.
Then, they have to transfer to Chicago and then transfer from Chicago to Billings.
Fortunately, the longest part of the journey has passed.
"Dr. Einstein, Dr. Tesla."
Two people stopped them.
"As expected, Otto has his eyes on us." Tian Shi had already separated from the pen he possessed and looked at the two of them with a slight smile as he floated in the air.
No, it should be said that he was only looking at the blonde woman in a suit standing next to me like a secretary.
The middle-aged man who seemed to be in charge was simply ignored by Tian Shi.
Blonde with blue eyes, disheveled hair, and dressed in a suit was:
Reanna Brigantia
A Valkyrie whose entire body has been transformed into Soul Steel, the main Valkyrie of Schicksal, the "last card of Schicksal," and the wielder of the White Flower of the Abyss.
It can be said that this woman is the strongest among Schicksal's Valkyries in this era, and her status in this era is equivalent to Durandal 60 years later.
"What can I do for you?"
Einstein looked coldly at the middle-aged man blocking her path.
"The old bishop wants me to give you this," the middle-aged man handed a box of scrolls to Finn, "You are an expert in ancient writing, right? Then you should recognize this."
"...?" Finn took out the tattered scroll in the box with a hint of doubt, and translated with some difficulty, "The... sacrificial song... of Judgment Day?"
A look of surprise appeared on Finn's face.
"This form... difficult... could it be a Dead Sea Scroll!?"