"Miss Scott, do you like comics?" Nora Scott nodded slightly, "They’re okay." If she didn’t field, she wouldn’t be drawing. Sophie Scott’s heart skipped a beat, and she asked again, "Do you want to be a manga artist?" Nora Scott squinted her eyes slightly. Normally, those interested in comics would ask from a reader’s perspective about popular or classic comics, rarely from the perspective of being a ’manga artist’. Suppressing her doubts, Nora Scott responded with a casual "uh," and said indifferently, "I thought about it in the past." It’s not exactly a lie. She did think about it before, but now she ’already is’. However, her response reached Sophie Scott and Lily Turner’s ears as—thought about it before, never implemented, and ultimately abandoned. Lily Turner felt disdainful inside but remained silent, sipping her soup from the bowl in small sips. Sophie Scott roughly understood. Based on the storyboard resembling Zero’s style, she had several guesses: First, Nora Scott is Zero, but the possibility is almost zero; second, Nora Scott is a manga artist, mimicking Zero’s style; third, the storyboard isn’t Nora Scott’s, just temporarily placed with her. Now the first possibility can be completely ruled out. The second one can also be mostly eliminated. After all, according to Nora Scott’s statement, she should have chosen to give up. Only the third one... It might be drawn by her friend, left with her by chance. Moreover, Sophie Scott believes ’Nora Scott’s friend’ is a newcomer. After all, many imitate Zero, but none have such a similar style and intense visual impact. If there were, they would have already become famous. Sophie Scott smiled lightly and asked Nora Scott friendly, "I have a signing event at a comic convention in Fenton City next month. Would you like to come and see? Several colleagues will be there too. If you’re interested, I can introduce you to them." Recalling Laura Collins mentioning the comic convention, Nora Scott asked back, "Mid next month?" Sophie Scott was slightly stunned, "You know?" Nora Scott replied calmly. Even the comic convention is such a coincidence... In Sophie Scott’s words, they were indeed quite fortunate. Picking up the chopsticks, Nora Scott started eating while steering the conversation appropriately during the casual chat. The sky gradually darkened. Finished eating early, Nora Scott left the private room first, citing ’something to do’ as an excuse. The passing waiter respectfully greeted her. Nora Scott nodded and walked downstairs. She tossed the coin in her hand, catching it as it fell. From the conversation between Lily Turner and Sophie Scott, it seemed Sophie Scott was a socialite from a prestigious family, with a father who had started a company, and the family was involved in the antique business, known in Fenton City, a family with heritage. The Scott family, Sophie Scott... The chances seem high. As soon as she approached, the receptionist beamed with a bright smile, "Miss Scott, here to pick up a package?" "Manager Woods isn’t here, but he asked me to tell you that what you entrusted is being handled, all items have been shipped, and everything will be arranged before the first of next month." Reminded this way, Nora Scott realized the matter of ’Zero sharing the lottery’. Nodding, she said, "Oh." The receptionist quickly found a package box for her. Not large; it could be held in one hand. The receptionist said, "This was sent by Boss Alex, so it was specially picked out for you. The rest were moved to your car." Nora Scott tossed the package box and raised her eyebrows at the receptionist, then turned to leave. She opened the package while walking. By the time she reached the car, Nora Scott had already unwrapped the package, inside was a palm-sized wooden box. Fastening her seatbelt, Nora Scott didn’t rush to leave but opened the wooden box with a bit of curiosity. The wooden box was quite high-end, made from redwood with a distinctive aroma. It’s an antique-style Token, engraved with the words ’Biel Hall’. But it’s not wooden; it’s made of jade, adorned with finely carved dandelion patterns around the ’Biel Hall’ characters. The jade Token felt cool to the touch, with a smooth texture and translucent luster. The jade alone is priced quite high, not to mention the ’Biel Hall’ label... Boss Alex’s mention of bankruptcy was indeed correct. Taking out her phone, Nora Scott dialed the number. "Received the package?" As soon as the call was connected, Boss Alex predicted without waiting for her to speak. "Is it up to standard?" Nora Scott squinted and smiled, "Have you been running around for this Jade Token lately?" Boss Alex chuckled, "It was quite a hassle to find it, drifting outside." Nora Scott wasn’t well-versed in Biel Hall matters but knew about the lost Token. Rumor has it that it was stolen and sold by the previous Hall Master’s grandson, then vanished. After so many years, Biel Hall hadn’t retrieved this Jade Token; now that Boss Alex found it, it was likely he used not only Biel Hall’s surveillance but also her connections in the West Northwest. However, the process was no longer important. Playing with the Jade Token in her fingers, Nora Scott curled her lips, "Is my birthday gift this originally mine Token?" "Mm, consider yourself lucky, or it wouldn’t have caught up..." Boss Alex laughed helplessly, then shifted his tone, "I’m currently in Yangel, just met with Sir Linfield, using the blueprints found in your shop, I asked him to make a special bamboo flute for you. But the production cycle will be a bit long, arriving a month or two late. Treat it as your birthday gift." The ’Sir Linfield’ mentioned by Boss Alex was also known to Nora Scott, an eccentric craftsman in flute making and a reputed national flute performer who once worked as a professor at the National Academy of Music... Yet, when Nora Scott first met him, he was a stubborn old man running a snack shop, cooking terribly without allowing complaints. Nora Scott disinterestedly said, "I can barely make a sound, what do I need that for?" If given an erhu, it could keep up with the certificates at the bottom of her box. "I told him you’re practicing day and night just to make a sound for him, that’s why he agreed." Boss Alex laughed lowly, "His hands are itching too. Recently got a batch of good bamboo, wants an excuse to fiddle with them. If you don’t learn, treat it as a toy or ornament." "The old man will go crazy." Nora Scott muttered, her gaze fell on the street’s night view outside the window, suddenly thought of something and inserted her Bluetooth earphones, saying, "By the way, ask him to make another one. A friend’s mother is part of the national music troupe. She wanted to commission a bamboo flute from him before, but wasn’t able to. Tell him I’m doing him a personal favor and casually make one more." "Is it your favor, or the Hall Master’s favor from Biel Hall?" The title of Hall Master from Biel Hall sounds rather juvenile, she wasn’t going to publicize it. "I always found it inexplicable. How could someone in their twenties, like you, have so many favors to trade with those people?" Boss Alex’s tone was helpless, "Yet they accept it." "After all," Nora Scott chuckled softly, bold and free, speaking each word with emphasis, "I call the shots in the entire West Northwest." "Alright then, the tyrant of the Northwest." Boss Alex sighed, unable to refuse. However, Nora Scott’s words weren’t wrong. In the vast West Northwest, everyone in the business had to heed this young lady’s instructions. Virtue Retreat, first floor. After dinner and some more chatting, Sophie Scott and Lily Turner headed to the front desk together. Lily Turner said, "Check, please." The receptionist glanced at them, wearing a light smile, her voice soft and pleasant, "According to our Virtue Retreat’s rules, as Miss Scott’s friends, this meal is on us."