In short.
If even a personal letter from Fat Fish's idol Newton can't get you a student spot at the University of Cambridge in this timeline....
Then Newton really might flip his coffin—by the way, no one knows if Newton was cremated or buried here?
But for Newton's restless soul, there's at least some comfort: Thomson clearly isn't the type to disrespect his mentors.
He ignored Maxwell's request to see the letter, carefully folded it with the delicacy of handling a rare artifact:
"Maxwell, sorry, but you don't have the privilege to handle something at this level yet. I can't say yes to you."
After speaking,
He reached into the carriage's luggage and pulled out a few envelopes.
He put the neatly folded letter in one envelope, then slipped it into another, and kept nesting...like Russian dolls.
After stacking four envelopes, Thomson finally stopped, then took out the small box they'd used for alcohol—the same one Xu Yun used to clean his wound.
