"Captain, how is Old Neil doing?" Klein, who was guarding the headquarters, saw the captain returning and immediately stepped forward nervously and asked.
"Fortunately, Old Neil himself is restrained enough. Although he discovered it too early, as long as he does not continue to receive the knowledge, it should be possible to recover. However, the situation has been tense recently and there is no way to separate people, so we can only let him stay temporarily.
In the church, wait until the matter is over and then send him to Backlund for treatment."
There was obvious fear in Dunn's tone. He was just a little bit away from losing a teammate again because of this unknown reason.
"That's good." Klein immediately relaxed a little, but Dunn sighed and said:
"But Old Neil can't be exposed to occult matters during this period, so your occult courses can only be suspended. The knowledge of occult is very dangerous, and you'd better not 'self-study'."
"It's okay, captain, Old Neil said that I have mastered all the parts that I can touch now, and the rest is just practice." Klein shook his head gently, and Dunn also showed a reluctant smile——
"This incident happened thanks to a wild Beyonder. However, the identity of the other person was not revealed, and I don't know the specific path, but the sequence should not be low. This is his appearance... Oh, I forgot, you don't have to be on field duty...
..." Dunn stuffed the information he was planning to hand to Klein back into his arms. He didn't pay attention to Klein's confused look with his hands raised, and turned around:
"I came back just to inform you that I will be on duty in a while. Please pay attention to your safety. If anything happens, go to St. Selina Church through the secret passage immediately..."
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"You actually digested part of it?!" On the other side, Chris felt the feedback brought by the potion, with a surprised look on his face.
In just a few hours, the amount of potion he digested far exceeded the feedback from her half-month curse to kill civilians.
"What is the principle of this? Is it better for a witch to act like this? Or is there some hidden feedback mechanism? Speaking of which, although I know the acting method, I don't know why acting can digest magic potions... I don't know the value of this question.
money……"
Triss' thoughts came together, and she immediately felt a bit hateful. The guy didn't leave her any contact information at all. In other words, unless she prayed to that unknown existence, she could only wait for the other party to come to her door.
…
Snow didn't know what Triss was thinking at this time. He was sitting in his study, writing a plan in Chinese.
Although as the potion was digested, his phobia of choice slowly began to weaken, and he would no longer be on the verge of losing control when he encountered an option. However, in just half a month, he had developed the ability to make plans.
Habit.
With the Holy Master Ram Drupa in front of you, there is always no harm in having a few alternative plans for everything.
As long as all options are listed in advance and the pros and cons are weighed, he won't need to worry about choosing when the situation actually arises.
…
There is a terrifying undercurrent surging in Backlund, where madmen from the Aurora Society are trying to perform various dangerous rituals almost every day, but these things have nothing to do with Snow, who lives in the West District. After all, no matter how insane the Aurora Society is,
Even if I'm crazy, I won't go to Mr. A's door to cause trouble.
The "inheritance" left to him by his predecessor exceeded 20,000 pounds. Such a sum of money, even at Backlund's price, was enough for him to live a decent life for several years without buying luxury goods.
In this way, Snow spent his first week back in the city in the turbulent Backlund calmly. No old customers came to the door, and no new customers asked for help. He never left the front door or took a second step.
Even the daily food is delivered to your doorstep by a nearby Intis restaurant.
Although this cost him more than three pounds a day on food, this price was nothing compared to safety.
The clock was ticking, and Snow, who had sorted out the plan again, turned to look at the dial.
There are still ten minutes until three o'clock in the afternoon.
Skillfully lighting a match and burning all today's plans, Snow advanced the anti-divination ability of Sequence Seven, completely erasing the last bit of information about the plan's existence in the world.
"Lily!"
"Meow?" Hearing Snow's call, Lily, who was hiding in no corner, immediately came out, looked at the cat food that Snow poured into its food plate, and let out a fawning cry.
"Before I wake up, don't let anyone get close to the house. Of course, don't kill anyone. Got it?"
Snow placed the food plate in front of Lily and gave the usual explanation. Lily nodded, showed a humane smile, and then buried her face in the food plate.
Snow looked at Lily who didn't know whether she was pretending to be stupid or really stupid, turned around and found a comfortable position to lie down, quietly waiting for the crimson light that came in like a tide...
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"Good afternoon, Mr. Fool, good afternoon, Mr. Hanged Man, good afternoon, Mr. Devil..."
Miss Justice's sweet and happy voice sounded in his ears, and Snow quickly woke up from the brief confusion that rose into the gray fog. He slightly adjusted his sitting posture, and he also began to greet the members of the Tarot Society.
"Mr. Fool, this time I brought a page from Russell's diary."
After Justice and the Hanged Man expressed that they had not found the diary, Snow put one hand on his chest and said respectfully.
When Mr. Fool heard this, he realized that Mr. Demon had returned to Backlund a few days ago. He immediately felt a little happy in his heart, but on the surface he still maintained the character of the Fool and chuckled: "Very good."
Along with his words, a dark red pen and tawny parchment appeared in front of him. Although it was his first time to use it, Snow quickly "learned" how to use them under Miss Justice's enthusiastic guidance.
, and wrote neat square characters on the paper.
After covering the pen again, the parchment appeared in front of Mr. Fool. Before he could read it, Mr. Fool was slightly startled.
Because this is the first time he has seen such neatly written Chinese characters since time travel.
"Could it be Russell's original manuscript?" Such a thought came to Klein's mind, but when he saw the words on the paper clearly, he almost failed to break the character of the Fool, because he saw such an opening sentence——
"I finally got the formula for the diviner's potion. Now I can try to collect the materials. Russell, Russell, I hope you didn't trick me!"
"This is not Russell's diary!" Klein felt that his mind was a little confused, but at the same time, a more exciting emotion was growing.