Roger stood in front of the University of Bordeaux, looking at the higher education institution that had a history of more than 150 years.
The university was built during the colonial period of Bordeaux, so the architectural style of the school is quite different from the surrounding buildings.
Century-old trees can be seen everywhere in the school, and walking among them, one could feel the profound history and weight of this institution.
After explaining his purpose, Roger didn't have to wait long before he was brought to a separate office. He knocked on the door, stepped inside, and at the sight of the man sitting behind the desk, he couldn't help but pause for a moment.
"Surprised?"
The man behind the desk smiled, a seemingly friendly smile, and yet, for some reason, it sent an inexplicable chill through the heart of the beholder.
"Mr. Dickinson, what are you doing here?"
