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[b]As the younger Ted wobbled along with Henry and Ted, he said, “You guys don’t have fighting skills at all. If you won’t mind I’ll teach you how to fight kungfu.”
“How will you teach the kungfu masters how to fight?” they demanded, “It’s not done.”
Ignorantly he asked, “And who are the kungfu masters?”
“We are of course! You called us that of late, didn’t you?” Henry grinned.
The younger Ted scratched his head as he remembered that he had actually said so, but under duress. However, he said, “It was a slip of tongue. Hey where’s that pretty lady—I’ve got to get a copy from her.” The younger Ted had just remembered again the photograph Susie had taken.
“You’ll never see her again,” Henry and Ted assured and the boy fumed in frustration. Henry parted ways with the two of a kind with the same names. He was going to hurry to get to the lecture theater, though he was late already. As he was hurrying away he saw Cynthia trudging towards another direction, but she did not see him. Henry was not going to call her this time, since he was late for lecture already; as a matter of fact the two still had some scores to settle.
Henry’s eyes roamed the lecture room as he stepped at the door. He had insinuated some grievous insults from the lecturer, who was backing Henry, facing the chalkboard squarely.
Doctor Mrs. Walter was the ugliest thing Henry had ever seen. While Henry had described Cynthia as a peacock, he had given Mrs. Walter the opposite—vulture, but Henry had never told her to her face. Her nose was almost twice as long as that of Henry and it seemed wrinkled all over and hirsute inwardly, curving downward to form a convex shape. She was scrawny and her snaggleteeth were making it difficult for her to close her lips whenever she would have them closed. Anytime she spoke, it always seemed as if she had more than thirty-two teeth. Since her teeth were sticking out of their boundaries, her students would have no problem counting them.
Whenever Mrs. Walter had attempted to conceal her blemishes by applying much cosmetics, her look had appeared funnier than the way it was before applying them—no thanks to her foliated long scrag, her bandy legs and her skinny face, which had been covered with scars, creases and pustules. Her breathe was always unbearable for those who had had the course to come close to her earlier in time.
Since the first time Henry had set his eyes on her, he had taken her for a witch. Henry had borne such mentality until seven months ago when he became a Gyrus citizen and found out that ugly people were not necessarily witches and wizards contrary to what the little ones and himself had often felt. Henry made this discovery by noticing that the ladies and women he had seen in Gyrus were not ugly ones. At least the one sitting beside him (Dolly Atkinson) was one of the ladies he had ever seen not having a single pimple or wrinkle, but dimples.
Henry had never missed Mrs. Walter’s class, so also were the rest of the students, since they wouldn’t want to come in close contact with her, whose breathe was unbearable (because she would always send for anyone that had missed her class and would have a close conversation with such an one in her office for many hours). It was such Henry was trying to avoid that had made him not to be late to her classes or miss them once, but Henry had always compensated for such attendances by making sure he was seldom present in the classes of other lecturers.
Sure that she had not seen him, Henry skulked to a seat nearby. Hardly had he sat down when he heard, “Henry White, please see me after class in my office.” Henry was shocked. With open mouth he looked ahead and found out that the woman did not look back when she was saying that. It remained a mystery to Henry how Doctor Mrs. Walter got to know that he had entered the class, even when he had skulked in, unnoticed by almost all the students, though Susie saw him when he entered.
Henry observed that Susie was laughing quizzically when the lecturer called his name earlier. He was shocked at such manner Susie had put up.
“I’m in trouble again,” Henry whispered to himself. His fear was hiked as he felt that Susie’s laugh could mean something mysterious. He had guessed that for her to have laughed that way, she must have been offended by his reaction towards her earlier, when he was on the basketball court with the Teds. He tried many times without success to have an eye contact with Susie, who was sitting at a corner in the large hall where, if it was Henry that was sitting there, he wouldn’t be able to see the text on the board clearly, since such spot would be too far for Henry’s eyeshot.
Since no eye contact was achieved Henry was not able to elicit from Susie if she was still a friend or a foe now. Henry was not able to concentrate throughout the lecture. He would read them up one or two days to the test or examination date.
Henry called at her office after the lecture. He lingered for long at her door that was shut. It seemed Henry was walking to the lion’s den the way he had reluctantly slogged to her door. She was staring at a mirror when Henry entered, so she saw him in it and lowered the mirror into the bag in front of her, Henry never noticing this.
“Henry, you’re here,” she said, turning around on the swivel chair, “Sit down and move closer.” There and then Henry picked up the jettison thought he had had towards her in the past, that she was a witch. He felt that there couldn’t have been any way she could have known that he was the one, since it was not himself alone that Mrs. Walter had asked to call at her office.
Henry’s eyes bulged in fright, frustration and annoyance. He wasn’t going to buy the idea of a close talk with her.
“Sit here,” she pointed at the swivel chair opposite her. Henry slumped into it and cleverly allowed the chair to slide backward some distances away from the woman. He was still in the euphoria of the triumph he felt he’d acquired when he heard, “Move it closer. Please, please, please, I can’t speak loudly now.” Reluctantly Henry brought himself closer. She hunched over the desk between them and her forehead almost made contact with Henry’s as she said, “Can you guess why I’ve called you here?” Henry nodded to say that he had no idea. He had made the nods so that he would not have to open his mouth to respond, else her smelly breath could get into his mouth.
“Can you guess?”
Henry’s heart boiled when he heard that. He shook his head again.
“Guy what’s the matter with your mouth? Listen to me, I don’t permit students nodding on me—only dumb students are permitted to do that—understood?”
Henry nodded again in the affirmative, as if he’d forgotten that he’d been warned not to nod anymore. Surprisingly, Doctor Mrs. Walter seemed to have forgotten too. She said, “Alright…” with a smile on her face, which was difficult for Henry to notice, perhaps because of the many permanent wrinkles and pimples on her face.
She continued:
“Just guess.”
Henry held his breath as he said, “Em—maybe ’cos I scored all—in your test.”
“Wrong,” she said, “Why d’you think I’ll call you for that?” she gripped Henry’s face with her stiff palm and said, “Every one knows you’re a boy wonder, so why should I be surprised that a genius was scoring all? I’ve called you for something that can make your life better.”
As Henry heard that, his mind flashed back to the past—his first encounter with Professor Wilson, who had ensured his Gyrus citizenry. He feared that what she was also going to say was that she wanted him initiated, perhaps into another cult.
“What’s it?” Henry asked quickly, wanting to end his curiosity. Just then he perceived those smells of her breathe for the first time, because he’d just taken in a draught of air after having been holding his breath for long.
“You’ll need to see a doctor.”
“Why?”
“A psychiatrist,” she modified, “You’ll need to see a psychiatric doctor.”
“Why?” asked Henry still but felt like he should tell her to see a dentist too, to help pluck out her teeth and plant some new ones there for her.
“Your ingenuity is turning you into a mad person, so go see a psych—”
“How dare you?” Henry impugned rashly in annoyance, forgetting at the moment who she was to him. Looking at him sinisterly, the woman tucked her fingers into her bag and took a thick paper from it.
“Have it!” said the woman as she tucked the paper roughly into Henry’s left palm, “Take a look at it.”
In a daze, Henry gazed at the thick paper quickly and saw on it the scene Susie had just snapped. It amazed him greatly.
“Take that to the psychiatric hospital,” the woman advised, “Tell the doctors over there that that was what you were doing when an important lecture’s going on in your class. Then let’s see if you’ll be permitted to get out of the hospital just like that.”
Henry’s countenance fell and he felt cold all over. He bent his head low and stared at the picture again. He felt like tearing it into pieces and casting the pieces on his lecturer’s face, but he managed to suppress his enraged temper.
Henry tucked the photograph into his change purse and pulled on its zipper to have it closed, then he looked briskly at his lecturer’s face which was beaming with ugly smiles. He rose to his feet without asking for permission and mused, “Thanks a lot and sorry for how I’d been insolent to you earlier.”
Funny enough, the woman smiled and said, “Oh Henry, I’m not angry at all, or will you let me prove that to you with a hug?” She had spread her arms out already, but Henry said promptly, “There’s no need for that. Thanks for your advice.”
Henry hasted to the door, got it opened swiftly and banged the door after exiting, but he thought he had Dr. Mrs. Walter call his name and he turned around instantly to get the door open again.
“Idiot!” yelled the woman referring to Henry in absentia, but the door flung open again and Henry peeped just as she was pronouncing the abusive language. All Henry had come back for was to ask if she had just called his name when he was about leaving the room, but with what Henry had just heard the woman address him he wouldn’t need ask her anything. The lady stared at Henry shamefacedly, but her stare was short-lived, since Henry had banged the door swiftly and walked away, intending to go vent his anger on Susie who had taken the snapshot.
Doctor Mrs. Walter remained motionless as she gazed numbly at the door as if Henry was still there.[/b]

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[color=][b]but a large breeze from nowhere blew the crown away. Then the soldier beside the younger Ted had been sent flying in the air too, with his sword and himself flying different directions by the younger Ted’s left leg kick.
“What! What’s going on here?” screamed the magistrate in confusion.
“I did it,” a voice sounded from a near distance to them. It was the voice of the dean, Professor Wilson. He had just stepped forward to accept the responsibility. He was the one who had engendered the breeze which was believed by every one watching to have blown the crown away, but they also felt it was the wind that had blown the second soldier away too, but Henry saw the kick, so he knew the truth.
“Why?” the magistrate asked in fury, gaping at the dean.
“Because Harrison’s lying,” the dean replied without any iota of fear, “Harrison’s lying and all have been believing in lies all these whiles,” he added.
“How dare you?” the magistrate yelled, having remembered the vows made by them all earlier that day that none of them would no more stand as a witness for any citizen again. Just then Harrison rushed to get the dean hurt. He pointed his wand at the man’s direction but the professor snaffled it quickly from his grip, then he placed the selfsame wand on Harrison’s neck as if to get rid of his head with it as a matchet would do. He had already put Harrison on headlock. Harrison’s eyeballs were dilating in horror, roaming their sockets with extreme frequency of oscillation. He was anticipating a good response from the magistrate.
The other soldier, who had floated away earlier, was now back to take his position beside Ted again, but he was now wary of another kick from the boy, looking lopsidedly at him all the time in fright as he thought of how his kicks had almost killed Raul earlier. The younger Ted had already pretended as if he had done nothing earlier. The tip of his sword was now touching Henry’s knife neck lightly.
“Professor Wilson, are you out of your mind? Didn’t you support that Henry was lying too, when Grandwala brought him that day?” the magistrate asked in shock and the dean hung his head in shame.
“I’m sorry,” said the man in a soft tone, but his hand was still tightly gripping Harrison’s scruff, “I lied then.”
“And you acquired points and attained position with it, isn’t it?”
“Well…I’m ready to be stripped of all my positions and become an ordinary pointless citizen, provided that Henry and Ted are spared and this fool destroyed.” He pressed the wand at his neck to gesture to the magistrate the fool he was talking about. The planet went into silence, but an ephemeral one. They soon began to chant very loud, “Kill them; spare Harrison!”
At last their voices made some impacts on the magistrate. He said, “Professor Wilson, you shall die with your boys for your inability to prove your point. You’ve got to prove to us now that the boys are innocent, else—you shall die with them in two minutes.”

Harrison, who was still under the headlock, smiled satisfactorily when he heard the magistrate’s pronouncements. He felt that the dean would have nothing to say about it.
“He can’t unravel the mystery,’ thought Harrison as he wriggled in the man’s grip, perhaps to send a message to the magistrate that he should ask the man to let go of him, but Patrick Rutherford never thought of saying that. All he was waiting for was to hear Wilson say something. To Harrison’s astonishment, the dean opened his mouth and uttered, “Five days ago, during the fight involving Ted the magic solider and Raul the dream-maker, I noticed that one of Ted’s kick sent Raul’s wand flying in the air. I saw it flying in the air, but the scope of my eyes was not able to say precisely where the wand had eventually landed on. Probably it had landed on the floor around Henry’s seat and the boy did not notice it.” The gullible magistrate was already making some senses out of the man’s prove. He expressed his credulity externally by saying, “It’s quite making some senses, Wilson’s prove.” All of a sudden he said in addition, “You’ve got to prove that in a lucid manner ’cos I’m quite sure there’s no way it would have landed around Henry’s seat without the boy, or any one in the planet noticing it.”

Harrison’s heart was gladdened by the comment made last by Patrick Rutherford. He was still in his elated state when he heard Professor Wilson say, “Well, I believe Henry must have been so much engrossed in the fight that he didn’t notice the wand flying to his direction, just as no one had noticed it too.”
“What do you mean?” the magistrate countered his words, “ How come none saw the wand when it was flying then? Myself never realized throughout the fight that any wand was flying in the air. How come it was you alone that saw a flying wand then?”
Professor Wilson said, “That’s what I’ve just said. Everyone was concentrating two hundred percent attention on the fight, such that they didn’t see the wand fly in the air. Remember our slogan, the more you look, the less you see. I never concentrated as much as two percent attention to the fight then so I saw it clearly, the flight of the wand. I was having the thought that Raul would win, so I felt it useless to concentrate much of my attention on the fight.”
“What an expatiation!” the magistrate’s voice beamed with shock, but he heard behind him a voice belonging to one of the Gyrus lawyers, a female, “But sir, we’ve vowed earlier not to give heed to the witness of any of the dignitaries.”
“Shut up comrade Margaret,” the man railed at her, “I didn’t solicit your assistant, Gyrus liar.” The woman had to fleet at once to her seat in shame adulterated with anger. Patrick continued, “Professor Wilson, you’re not totally justified. No, not until you’ve explained to me how Henry had not been able to see it since the past five days. You know this is the second meeting we’ll be having after that event.” The dean laughed and said, “Simple! We all know what Raul can do. He’s such a powerful fellow. He must have done something to the wand to make it invisible for Henry to see so that he could pick it up later. Yes, and for that reason Henry did not see it. If it had been visible, then Henry should have picked it up and hid it somewhere in his room on earth, not on the bare floor in Gyrus.”
“Hmm!” the magistrate hummed in adoration for the man’s clever philosophy. He had been undoubtedly carried away with the man’s bogus explanations. To express his credulity outwardly further, he said, “I think you’re making a great deal of sense.” He nodded in silence for some seconds and said at last, “One more thing; I’ll like to view the playback of the fight. Control room, get to work right away.”

Hearing that, Harrison was scared beyond measure. His face glowered and his body system seemed crippled at once. He felt a cold sensation creeping around in his body. If the man had let him loose then, Harrison may slump at once and die. He was sure that the screen would reveal the direction of flight of the wand in question. As the controllers came around to display the fight, Harrison winked at the main man among them, who was about to get the screen to work. The man understood what the wink should mean, but he kept on in what he was doing.

As envisaged by all, the screen began to reveal the fight again. It had begun the display from the commencement of the fight till the point Raul was sent flying in the air by one of the younger Ted’s kicks. The younger Ted was fixing his gaze proudly at himself on the screen. He was glad about the skills he had displayed, but the other soldier was having a look that was quite the contrast of his. The young man was scared as he was intermittently gazing at the younger Ted to see if his kick was coming again, so that he could duck quickly to avoid it. However, contrary to his thought, no kick came.

Everyone was watching the wand fly in the air when suddenly the display paused abruptly. They had not seen much of the direction the wand was taking when the display stopped, but none of them, except Harrison, knew the cause of the abrupt discontinuity of the video. It was the work of the man in charge. Harry smiled in satisfaction.
“What’s happening to the machine again?” the magistrate yelled in annoyance as he took hold of the controller’s shirt roughly and shook him.
“I don’t know,” the man shrugged, feigning ignorance. The magistrate left him in fury as he gazed at the screen as if to manually get the rest of the video to display. He said eventually, “Well, I’m convinced already that Harrison was lying against the boys, seeing how the wand was flying towards the citizens,” he paused to look at the other screen that was displaying the citizens, but the eyes he met in it were the angry and dissatisfied types. However he continued his speech, “My judgment’s this, Wilson shall be promoted to become my assistance and…” His speech was interrupted.
“Sir, if you ain’t going to promote the accused then keep the promotion. I won’t need it,” said the dean firmly.
“Well, it’s your choice,” the magistrate said, “I can’t promote Henry and Ted because they’ve done nothing worth points or promotion. So, I hereby proceed with my judgment…” he paused deliberately to gaze at the citizens again. He said eventually, “Harry should be beheaded in place of the boys!”

The verdict was greeted with much hullabaloos, but the executioners had already shifted their location to Harrison’s side, raising their swords above his head. Harry hope was restored when he began to hear chants of, “No! Harrison must not die!” “He’s not worth dying!” “He helped to repair our gadgets!” “He’s truthful and honest!” “Ted and Henry should be killed!” “Harrison’s as good as Sergius his father!”[/b][/color]

[b]The chants were pouring out endlessly from many mouths. In a short moment no one was sitting down anymore. They were up on their feet, perhaps getting ready to fleet forward to prevent the judgment. The magistrate was sore afraid. He wouldn’t know what the aftermath of the suspected stampede would be.
“Okay, okay, please sit down everybody. I said please be on your seat!” the man yelled continuously and the citizens obeyed reluctantly, slumping to their feet incongruously. The magistrate knew at once that he must need to change the judgment, seeing that Harrison was the favorite of many. He came up with an idea, which he aired without delay.
“Well, Harry may be absolved if he can just repair this machine so that we can see all that had happened in the fight. We shall then see where the wand had flown. Based on where the wand had actually landed, Harrison could be exonerated.”
Harrison’s fear, which seemed allayed of late by the protest made by the citizens, had now been aggravated by the magistrate’s new idea. He was scared an indecisive. By abstaining, he would be beheaded, and if he ventured into revealing the rest of the video, he would face the same judgment all the same. He was in a state of catch-22. His thought was dilating from one to another as he shook for fear in the man’s grip.
“Harrison, come over, repair the machine so we can see the rest of the display and…” The dean released him from the long headlock he had put him, but Henry and Ted were still left on the floor, captured.
“My wand,” Harrison demanded, looking at the dean disdainfully. Professor Wilson restored the wand to him quickly. Harrison smiled when he got the wand back. He moved to the screen and hit it lightly with the wand, but nothing visible seemed to take place. He stroke it for two more times, but nothing happened. Harrison had not commanded the wand to do anything, so it was not working. The wand itself seemed to know the right thing to do, since it was the late Power Guard’s own possessing discretion, but Harrison had turned his appearance to his own long time ago already. His original wand had since then been kept somewhere, since he had felt there was no need for utilizing something inferior when there’s another thing superior.
“Harrison, you can’t repair the gadget, so you shall die! Lose them quick!” The magistrate’s command was obeyed. Ted and Henry were set lose by the soldiers, who were rushing back to Harrison again to get the job done. The younger Ted’s sword was already on Harrison’s neck, ready to chop it off. At that juncture, the citizens rose to their feet again, and many were already fleeting out. The magistrate, for fear, yelled, “Stop! Stop! I’m changing the judgment right away! So, don’t come over here!” It was obvious that the man was scared of being thronged by thousands of people, “Harrison must have to repair this screen within three earth months else he shall die still. That’s my new judgment.” The citizens were satisfied with the new verdict. They were calm again.
The magistrate turned to Harrison and said, “Pending that time, Harrison, you’re no more a Mystery Maker. Meeting over!”
Though the magistrate had pronounced a woeful declaration on Harrison, yet he was the hero of the day. Many clustered around him to console him and to pronounce him a hero. They expressed their heartfelt sympathy for his predicament.
“Harrison, muster your strength back and prove to your critics that you’re innocent by repairing the gadget,” said Margaret, the lawyer who was antagonizing the magistrate earlier, handling Harrison’s hair passionately.
“Harrison Burton, Sergius carbon copy, you’re my man,” said another, a male this time.
“We love you Harrison,” many also said, pulling him adorably and waving at him as they were departing Gyrus.
A seemingly elderly lady stood at a near distance. She was gazing at Harrison too, but she remained there, not expressing any visible emotion. Her name was Lucy, the younger Ted’s class teacher. Harrison soon discovered he was now the only one left in Gyrus. He soliloquized, “This is just the beginning. I shall make sure Henry and the Teds pay for this.” Just then he turned around and found a lady nearby him.
“Who are you?” he asked in fret.
“Hi,” the lady responded. “I’m Lucy—Fred Lucy,” the apparently old lady said as she bowed for him briskly. Harrison was shocked. He was not sure if she had heard his soliloquy that, “This is just the beginning…”
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THE END OF PHASE ONE---THE CITIZENS OF GYRUS
PHASE TWO CONTINUES ASAP---THE CONTROVERSIAL BOOK OF POWER

Getting close. Thanks for the updates

Yes.. We are really getting close..
Good morning EBIAGEES..
thanks for the update prof..

Weldone Sammy Bomb and thanks for the updates... Love u mucho...

E don tey wey I dey come check on you, shebi you talk say " asap" abi your asap want turn to one year ni ? I can't wait jare

hisxlency: E don tey wey I dey come check on you, shebi you talk say " asap" abi your asap want turn to one year ni ? I can't wait jare

It isn't possible yet...I say it again, I will update As Soon As POSSIBLE

I know ASAP means "as soon as possible" but I dey read am to be "now now"... The asap wey u put, just dey give me hope say d update go plenty today... But, my hope just dey dash each time I refresh dis page and I see no update ... Forgive my ranting, just dat I can't wait to see wetin come become this stipid Harrison cos I know say my harry and in duo Ted no go die cos actor no dey die.

SammyHoe:
It isn't possible yet...I say it again, I will update As Soon As POSSIBLE

oya abeg leave logic alone, you done win, after all you gyrus genuis just update now because it is POSSIBLE

SammyHoe:
It isn't possible yet...I say it again, I will update As Soon As POSSIBLE

oya abeg leave logic alone, you done win, after all you are a gyrus genius, just update now because with a genius everything is POSSIBLE !

hisxlency: oya abeg leave logic alone, you done win, after all you gyrus genuis just update now because it is POSSIBLE

It is only I who have d right to exclusively speak for myself...so it is not possible yet because I'm not having access to my PC now because I'm at workplace

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It is only I who have d right to exclusively speak for myself...so it is not possible yet because I'm not having access to my PC now because I'm at workplace

Came back from work ** took my bath ** straight to my system to ve a dose of EBIAG ** to my surprise no update yet ** became sad ** my wife asked-darling what's the matter? ** I replied - its Sammy the genius oooo *** Sammy Please come and make my evening palatable or else...

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SEASON 1/ PHASE 2
THE CONTROVERSIAL BOOK OF POWER

NOTE: I have lost a lot of data to the nairaland crash earlier...this thread ended at page 164 initially, but now, it was reduced to page 19 and I have re-updated to page 22...
Many pages are missing from Page 23 to 164 so I will have to be summarizing a lot to link up with the available one.

Now I just realise the kind of big work I've gotten myself into


[b]Summary: Lucy Fred who appeared to Harrison in gyrus is the younger Ted's class teacher back in Ted's school...Harrison eventually declared his mission to her. He wanted to send a cream of death to the younger Ted through her. She accepted on the condition that Harrison would marry her after the deal was completed. Harrison pretentiously agreed. The cream would also be extended to Henry and the older Ted and they would all die...

Unknown to them, Henry and the Teds were spying at them through their mirrors and they heard everything they were planning...

When Harrison asked Lucy where her husband was earlier, she said that he was dead.

"Sorry," Harrison had said.

...Harrison was shocked when Lucy said, never worry to tell me sorry sir. It's now fourteen years ago that Ross died." The ladies face never carried a trace of self-pity. Perhaps she hadn't been affected a bit by her husband's death, or perhaps the length of years had obliterated the painful memory off her mind.

However, Harrison soon got an answer to the riddle when he asked, "How did he die?"

"I killed him," said Lucy. Harrison was caught unawares with her confession. He managed to ask, "Why?"

"The same day, just few minutes after the wedding, somebody informed me that Ross had another wife sonewhere else."

Harrison queried her further.

"And...how were you able to murder him, Mrs Ross?"

"With my gyrusic hands of course," she said. I used my diabolical hands to strangle him." She smiled.

Harrison hadn't given it attention earlier that Mrs Ross could have done it with magic since it happened fourteen years back. To express his shock, he asked,"Do you wanna tell me you've been a gyrus citizen as far as fourteen years ago?"

"Not fourteen my lord, but eighteen. I became a gyrus citizen at sixteen."

Under pretence, Harrison answered, "Then you've got to be my boss, not my slave as you've purported earlier."

"Master," she said and bowed. "I haven't achieved anything in the gyrus world ever since, but you, great things...just within a year of arrival."

She had begun to flip through one of Harrison's magical books. Harrison saw her and stylishly took the book away from her.

"That isn't going to be relevant for you anyway." He began to walk away with the book.

While he was away in his study, the lady moved close to the corner of the wall where Harrison's picture was suspended. She took a very close look at it and a sensation of elation engulfed her heart. She just had the sudden urge to have it.

The picture seemed great to her. In there, Harrison had his left hand under his chin and a little smile on his face. Harrison had a little patch at the right side of his head. Seemed he had a little bruises over there many years back which had eventually grown larger with age. However, Mrs Ross didn't see it as a scar; to her it was Harrison's vantage point when beauty geniuses were concerned.

Mrs Ross didn't realise how she stood on tiptoes to reach for it. She picked it and set it before her face.

"Ow, this is very beautiful," she said slowly as if the way she spoke would do to add more beauty to the soul in there. Then suddenly her lips protruded. She was going to run them over the picture, probably to whet her appetite of lust for it the more. Slowly, as if under the influence of a "slow motion" gadget, she began to lower her beaklike lips towards it. When her mouth was just a millimeter close, the picture was snaffled away by a force. She swiftly raised her head and found Harrison standing over her.

"Mrs Ross, I didn't bring you here for that," Harrison spoke, diluting the harshness of his speech with a fleeting smile. She smiled back and winked.

"I--I am sorry," she felt a bit embarrassed.



"How do you know I have just spent a year as a citizen?"


'I witnessed your initiation," she revealed.


"Oh! Let's leave that aside," said Harrison who had just come back into his right senses. It wasn't in his nature to keep up with prolonged talks. He would now go straight into the business[/b]