The young man was waiting alone in the office. Feeling a little bored, he walked to the bookcase and looked at Mr. Judge's book collection.
One of the thick leather-bound books caught his interest. He stood in front of the bookcase and stared at it through the glass door, with memories in his eyes.
After a few minutes, the judge returned to his office.
The young man turned around quickly and smiled sheepishly.
"Young man, tell me your name." The judge picked up his pipe.
"My name is Musk Justice, and I live on Pattus Street."
"Pattus Street, I often go there to watch circus performances. Most of the people living there are Hainan immigrants." Mr. Colt took a puff of his cigarette and said, "Musk, are you also a Hainan?"
"Mr. Judge, my parents are both Aquamarine immigrants. I was born in Avalon, so I can be regarded as a real person of Aquamarine descent."
Musk answered seriously.
Mr. Colt nodded with a smile, blew out a bunch of smoke rings, and said kindly to the boy: "Musk, I appreciate your honesty. I can't let you go all the way in vain. What do you want?"
Feel free to ask for a reward, as long as it’s not too excessive, I will definitely fulfill your wish!”
Musk wanted to decline politely, but when he saw Mr. Colt's sincere eyes, he said to him: "Dear Mr. Judge, I saw a book about mask making in your bookcase. My father used to collect similar books.
books, but only the first volume."
"Oh! Are you talking about "The Mystery of the Magic Mask"?" Mr. Colt opened the bookcase and took out the book from the shelf. "This was sent to me by a friend from the colony. It happens to be the second volume of this set of books.
Volume, I flipped through a few pages, and the content seems to be about the manufacturing process of custom masks, are you interested in this book?"
"Yes, sir, I would be very grateful if you would lend me this book so that I could put this set together."
Mr. Colt opened the book and took a look at it, and suddenly realized a problem.
"This book is written in ancient characters. I can't understand many of the words and sentences. Musk, do you understand?"
"I can only understand half of it." Musk answered truthfully.
“It’s amazing if you can understand more than half of it!”
Mr. Colt looked at Musk in a different way.
With the shabby dress of a young man, it stands to reason that he would not have received formal education. It would be good if he could only read a few words. How could he be able to read ancient Chinese books fluently?
With a little curiosity, Mr. Colt inquired about his life experience.
The young man told the truth.
He was originally the son of a wealthy businessman. He was educated under the guidance of a tutor since he was a child, and he actually read a lot of books.
Unfortunately, the good times did not last long. When Musk was 12 years old, his mother died of the plague. Shortly thereafter, when the cargo ship in which his father invested was transporting tea to the colonies, it coincided with the independence revolution in the colonies, and the tea leaves on the ship were all disguised as Aboriginal people.
The "Sons of Liberty" fell into the bay and lost all their money.
When the news came back to Avalon, my father's partners immediately ran away with their money, and creditors also came to collect debts after hearing the news.
My father was desperate, so he had to sell his property to pay off his debts and drank too much to drown his sorrows. He died of illness within a year.
Musk Justice, who was only 14 years old, became an orphan in this way. He was forced to drop out of school because he could not afford the tuition. His house was also auctioned off by his creditors, and he became a street wanderer with no food to eat.
At this critical moment, fortunately, his father's fellow mariner, Mr. Carlo Puzo, the owner of the "Black Swan Circus", sympathized with his plight and took him in as a clown and busboy in the circus, so that he could make a living at least.
eat.
After listening to Musk's story, Mr. Colt felt deeply sympathetic. Not only did he give Musk his favorite book, he also forced the 4 big bills in his briefcase to him and told the sallow boy to buy some delicious food.
of.
Musk thanked him gratefully and then said goodbye.
Mr. Judge personally escorted him out, shook hands with him at the door, and casually asked when he would perform on stage next.
"Just tomorrow evening."
"Very well, Musk, as long as I can spare time, I will go to the circus to support you." Mr. Colt said cheerfully.
Musk left Mr. Judge’s office, returned to his cabin in the attic of the Circus Theater, and pulled out an old suitcase from under the simple wooden bed.
In addition to a few mended rags, there was also a pile of books in the box.
Musk flipped through it and found the first volume of "The Secret of the Magic Mask" and stacked it with the second volume given to him by Mr. Colt.
To his surprise, when this set of ancient books with mysterious origins were completely put together, they created a strong magical resonance, broke free from his hands, and flew into the air on their own.
Musk stared blankly at the ancient books hovering in the air, his face at a loss.
In the next second, the ancient book suddenly exploded, and the pages scattered in the air flying wildly, like a flock of frightened birds.
Immediately afterwards, the pages adsorbed each other and reorganized into twelve masks, which flew towards Musk without warning and stuck to his face layer by layer, making him find it difficult to breathe.
At the same time, there seemed to be twelve different voices, either sharp or deep, noisy in his mind, driving him almost crazy.
Musk's face was covered with a thick stack of masks, and he fell to the floor with his head in his hands. He groaned and tried to pull the mask away from his face, but he couldn't even use any strength.
Just when he was about to suffocate and faint, Musk prayed to God for salvation in despair...
…
"Come on, come on! Don't panic, little brother, I am your god and your savior!"
Gao Fei received a system prompt and learned that the story background of the "Duel Agent" module had been introduced and that he could become a god, so he switched the game perspective to first-person.
The next second after the perspective change was completed, the 12 paper masks overlapped on Goofy's face quietly blended into his skin, and his breathing returned to smoothness.
Goofy got up from the floor, walked to the washstand by the window, and took a look at the clear water in the basin. The calm water surface reflected Musk Justice's delicate and pale face.
Gao Fei touched his cheek and could only feel the warmth of his skin, but could not feel the thickness of the mask.
It seems that those 12 magic masks have been completely integrated into this body.
"This is different from my original setting. It seems that the design department made modifications."
Gao Fei rubbed his cheek and felt nothing was wrong, so he opened the astrolabe and checked his character's status bar.
