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Chapter 32 The dead house is out

"You are a fool who does not belong to this era. You are the mysterious master above the gray fog. You are the king of yellow and black who controls good luck. Thank you for your grace, which allows me to have a wonderful morning..."

The prayers recited in ancient Hermetic language were passed back and forth in the spiritually closed room, as if they turned into infinite echoes, reaching up to the sky.

"Crack!"

It was as if some solid shell had finally broken. Snow suddenly felt his spirit shaken. Then, an illusory breaking sound accompanied by a strange feeling enveloped his spirit, as if he had been poured with water while taking a sauna.

Like a ladle of water, a large amount of steam began to merge with his body, as if endless heat was pouring into his body.

Without any need for labeling, he clearly realized that his Buridan's Donkey potion had been completely digested.

"However, the difficulty in choosing seems to still have some mental residue. Is it because the part of Buridan's Donkey has not been completed? Or is it the sequelae of forcibly imprinting the mental mark?" Snow tried to construct two options in his mind, and suddenly felt spiritual.

There were signs of instability again, so I quickly took out a coin and tossed it, deciding that after eating buttered toast this morning, my spirituality would finally stabilize.

Although this kind of spiritual instability has improved much compared to the previous situation where he almost lost control after making a few choices, and it is not even enough to really affect his mental state, he still decided not to consider promotion to [Pavlov's Dog].

, but try to play the role of "Buridan's donkey" to see if you can digest this residual negative impact.

As for how to play Buridan's Donkey...

Of course Duoduo faced choices and made the right decision!

After figuring this out, Snow ended his stay-at-home career, hung up the resumption of business sign at the door, and then put on a half-high silk top hat and a high-collar double-breasted dress as always, hiding his handsome face.

In the shadow of the hat.

But this time, he didn't bring Lily with him. Firstly, it was because Lily needed to play the role of an assassin. Secondly, Lily was too recognizable and would easily lose her vest if she carried it with her.

I took a taxi to the Jowood District, found a private house with ease, and then changed into a working-class outfit with a peaked cap and overalls, and then continued to move towards the Bridge District.

To put it bluntly, Backlund is a place with very clear class divisions. Whether you belong to this area can be concluded by just looking at your clothes. Snow, who lives in the West District, may even be arrested by patrolling police if he goes out wearing civilian clothes.

If you are caught and interrogated as a thief, if you wander around the bridge area wearing a dress, even if you don't get slapped and robbed, you will most likely be stared at by countless pairs of eyes.

It is precisely because of this that Backlund has various trading platforms. For example, Mr. A's trading platform is located at the junction of the West District and Queens. Most of the new customers are aristocrats and relatively wealthy people.

Mr. Eisinger Stanton's extraordinary party is placed in the bridge area, which means that he faces more extraordinary people who need to take risks.

This does not mean that Essinger Stanton's extraordinary party is of a lower level than Mr. A. It is mainly due to the different purposes.

Mr. A needs to play the role of a shepherd and develop believers. Naturally, he would rather do less than overfill, hoping to attract people of higher status.

As a Keeper/Detective, Isengard Stanton needs to be in contact with all kinds of religions, and compared to those big shots who just want to experience the extraordinary, those who have little money but find a party have a greater chance of selling extraordinary items.

Moreover, as they take risks everywhere, their efficiency in obtaining information is obviously higher than that of the heirs of nobles who stay at home (specifically referring to extraordinary information).

Following the memory of his predecessor, Snow opened the door of the Brave Bar with ease. Under the impact of the smell of sweat and alcohol, he quickly came to the counter, lowered the brim of his hat and hid his disguised face in the shadows.

A sole coin came to the table and asked:

"Is Kaspars here?"

The bartender casually pulled the coin behind the counter and pointed to the corner on the side with his chin - "Billiard Room No. 3."

"Thank you." Snow nodded, bypassing the gamblers who were venting their adrenaline for the dog versus mouse game, and went directly into the billiards room No. 3 without knocking on the door.

Seeing someone barging in without knocking, the two players who were playing raised their heads almost at the same time. However, when they saw Snow's slightly raised hat brim, the white old man with the big nose immediately inserted the club to the side.

, said very familiarly:

"I haven't seen you for so long, I thought you were dead!"

"I almost thought I was dead!" Snow spread his hands and watched the man in clothes leave the room with a smile, and then said with a wry smile, "To be honest, if the Walz Party hadn't collapsed, I would still be here now.

Tingen is nesting!"

"So when you found out you were being followed, you should have come to me directly instead of leaving Backlund after leaving a letter! It's something that can be settled with a little money, but I think you just can't trust me!" Casper

Si's tone was a little excited. Regarding this old man who had a good relationship with his predecessor, Snow just shook his head and said:

"This matter is not as simple as you think. The Waltz Party also has a backend. Who knows if the relationship with you will be worse! You also know that my profession requires connections. If I ruin my reputation,

Can I still hang out?"

"Reputation? 'Veterinary Master' counts as reputation? Or does 'Lady Killer' count as reputation? Your damn father has been trying to restore his aristocratic status all his life, but now you just focus on restoring your relationship with the aristocratic women, right?"

Kaspars' words were very explicit. Snow laughed dryly when he heard the words, skipped the topic and said:

"Rather than this, I want to ask about that party you talked about..."

"Don't think about it for now!"

Kaspars interrupted Snow's words:

"Although the party is still open, there is always something wrong with the atmosphere. If you ask me, I guess you have heard the news? In short, wait until the limelight is over."

After hearing what Caspars said, Snow relaxed a little, not because the party was still there, but because - Caspars was trustworthy.

The reason why he chose to come here today was because he saw the Eye of Wisdom in the newspaper, which was the news about the extraordinary gathering of Isengard Stanton. As for why he came here to ask since he knew the password, of course he wanted to see the memory of this predecessor.

Are the "friends" in the movie really that reliable?

However, since the other party would make such a reminder, he was obviously the kind of person who was relatively easy to get along with, so Snow just inherited the interpersonal relationship from his predecessor and said with a smile:

"In that case, I'll just wait."


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