Back half an hour ago, as Mr. Demon called early service unmoved, Mr. Fool woke up from his uneasy sleep. Looking at the scenery outside the car window that gradually became less desolate, he knew that it should be not far from Beckland.

I went to the train bathroom and took care of the overnight savings, and then I fell secondly to see if the prayer was Mr. Demon. After all, he had allowed justice at the previous Tarot meeting. The Sun and the Hanging Man begged him at a critical moment. If something happened to a member of the Tarot association, it would be bad.

After coming out of the bathroom, the voices of the train attendant began to echo in the aisle.

As the sound of the whistle echoed on the platform, the speed of the steam train gradually slowed down.

More than 20 train cars slowly leaned against the platform, wearing a tuxedo and a half-height silk top hat, Klein, carrying an exaggerated suitcase that was not commensurate with his body, stepped onto the most prosperous city on the North and South Road, the capital of the Wandu, Beckland.

The light yellow morning mist fills the field of vision. Even if the morning sunlight is combined with the light of the gas light, it is not enough to dispel the gloom and dimness in the station.

"It's so fog early in the morning?" Klein shook his head slightly, but the joke that had been seen in the Tassock newspaper flashed through his mind. He seemed to be able to understand the mentality of the editors who worked hard to ridicule Beckland's air condition.

But speaking of Tassok newspaper...

"The author of "Phantom Blood", Snow, should be Mr. Demon?" Klein had never seen jojo before traveling through time, so he did not have the recognition that "Mr. Demon wrote the bedtime story told to his children by the predecessor of the time traveler into a novel to publish it."

He just sighed that this gentleman's time management ability is really good. He can be a cult and a veterinarian. While serving all the noble ladies, he also has time to write.

Shaking his head gently, Klein took out a gold watch with a total value of nearly seven pounds from his arms, pressed it with a snap, and on the dial outlined with gold thread, the hour and minute hands pointed at positions 6 and 3 respectively.

"It's a bit early at 6:15. Now I'm going to ask for rent now, would it be too rude?"

Looking at this time, Klein shook his head slightly, avoided the black hand that touched his pocket, walked through the crowded crowd, and finally found a relatively open place.

It is probably because of the sadness, pain, confusion and depression caused by the loss of his place of accommodation that he was so intense that when he covered it with a smile, the feedback he received became even stronger, so that he had already had a clear tendency to digest after less than a week of taking the potion.

If he continues like this, even if he does nothing, as long as he maintains a smile every day, he will be able to try to become a magician.

The only problem is that although I have freed the recipe for Magician Potion from Mr. Demon, if you want to find specific materials, you must first contact the local extraordinary circle.

But Klein was not worried about this problem because he knew a local.

Well, it's actually two.

However, considering that Miss Justice joined the ranks of extraordinary people no earlier than herself, Mr. Demon, who has huge mystical assets, is more reliable.

"Mr. Demon, I have the identity of a fool believer. There should be no problem with contact. The problem now is that he is on the surface... Well, well, his identity in the extraordinary world is a member of the evil organization Aurora Society, which means that there may be other Aurora Society members there. The best way is to directly pass the message through the messenger, but this cannot guarantee safety. Just divine it before sending the letter."

Thinking of this, Klein opened the map and newspaper that he had already held in his hand before getting off the car, and then walked towards the nearby park. He believed that no landlord would like the tenant who came to rent a house at around 6 o'clock in the morning, so he decided to find a place to manage his ideas first.

"Speaking of this, Mr. Azke should be in Beckland now. I don't know if he has received the news of my death. However, a strong man who has lived for thousands of years like him should be able to understand the miracle of resurrection from the dead? Should I defect to him?"

Thinking of this, Klein shook his head again. Although he confirmed through divination that Mr. Azke would not bring him any danger, he seemed to have rashly contacted him under the influence of Inszangewell, and the words he said could re-enter the sealed object's vision.

"In this way, it's not okay to write a letter to notify Mr. Azke to be careful! I finally know why Mr. Demon's ancestors hated the audience's path so much!"

Thinking of this, Klein seemed to suddenly lit up a bright light in his mind, and his eyes lit up—

"Wait! Mr. Demon? I don't know if Mr. Demon's magical items can stop Inszangewell's exploration? But how do you ask? In short, let's divine first and then write a letter."

...

Just as Mr. Fool was sitting in the park, quietly waiting for the landlord to get up, Snow had already sent away the small Miss Hug, and the professional smile on his face slowly disappeared.

"This conditioned reflex is too meow..."

Snow looked like a swearing, but he felt it was meaningless, so he could only shut up.

Then, he realized a problem, that is, the side effects of his potion, and the conditioned reflexes brought by him were three!

And now, he found only two!

This can be adjusted through presets by name, it can be seen that these conditioned reflexes are not unavoidable, they just need to be prepared enough. But the question is, knowing conditioned reflexes can be prepared, but not knowing conditioned reflexes, how to prevent them?

In Lily's disgusting eyes, Snow jumped around in the room like a husky who broke up the house. It took him two hours to be so tired that he wanted to stick out his tongue, but he didn't realize what the last conditioned reflex was.

Speaking of conditioned reflex, Snow is really helpless, because conditioned reflex may not be triggered once in a lifetime, but once it is triggered, the result will be more than just a problem of social death.

Just like before, if Mr. A hadn't helped him try out the conditioned reflex for his name, and when he got on the Tarot and called out nicknames such as "poor god", "komeo", and "kween" to Mr. Fool, his Tarot life should have ended, right?
Chapter completed!