Chapter 62 Mister Fool arrives at his loyal Backlund
Time went back half an hour. With Mr. Demon's unwavering wake-up call, Mr. Fool woke up from his restless sleep. Looking at the scenery outside the car window that was gradually becoming less desolate, he knew that Backlund should be about 100 meters away.
Not far away.
I went to the train restroom and walked around to clear out my overnight savings. Secondly, I wanted to see if it was Mr. Devil who was praying. After all, in the previous Tarot session, he had already allowed justice. The Sun and the Hanged Man were at a critical moment.
Pray to him, if something happens to one of the Tarot Society members, it will be bad.
Coming out of the washroom, the train conductor's voice began to echo in the aisle.
As the whistle echoed on the platform, the speed of the steam train gradually slowed down.
More than 20 train carriages slowly leaned against the platform. Klein, wearing a formal tuxedo and a half-high silk hat, carried an exaggerated suitcase that was not commensurate with his size and set foot on the most prosperous city on the North-South Highway.
, the capital of all capitals—Backlund.
The pale yellow morning fog filled the field of vision, and the early morning sunshine, even with the light of the gas lamp, was not enough to dispel the gloom and darkness in the station.
"Is the fog so heavy this early in the morning?" Klein shook his head slightly, but the joke he had read in the "Tasok News" flashed through his mind. For those editors who tried their best to ridicule Backlund's air condition,
He seems to have been able to understand their mentality.
But speaking of Tasok News…
"Snow, the author of "Phantom Blood", should be Mr. Demon, right?" Klein actually had not read Jojo before traveling through time, so there was no "Mr. Demon". He wrote and published the bedtime story that the senior time traveler told his children as a novel.
"cognition.
He just lamented that this gentleman's time management skills are really good. He can actually be a cultist and a veterinarian at the same time. While serving the ladies of the nobles, he can also code time.
Shaking his head slightly, Klein took out a gold watch with a chain value of nearly seven pounds from his arms, and clicked it open. On the dial outlined with gold thread, the hour and minute hands pointed to 6 and 6 respectively.
3 position.
"Six-fifteen. It's a bit early. Wouldn't it be rude to ask for rent now?"
Looking at the time, Klein shook his head slightly, avoided the black hand touching his pocket, walked through the crowd, and finally found a relatively open place.
It was probably because the sadness, pain, confusion and depression caused by losing his place were so intense that when he covered it up with a smile, the feedback he got became even stronger, so much so that he couldn't even take the potion even after taking it.
By a week, there was already a clear tendency to digest.
At this rate, even if he does nothing, as long as he maintains a smile every day, it won't be long before he can try to be promoted to a magician.
The only problem is that although the formula for the magician's potion was obtained from Mr. Demon for free, if you want to find the specific materials, you must first contact the local circle of extraordinary people.
But Klein is not worried about this problem because he knows a local.
Well, actually there are two.
However, considering that Miss Justice joined the ranks of Extraordinaries not much earlier than herself, Mr. Demon, who has huge occult assets, is more reliable.
"Mr. Demon, I have the identity of a follower of the Fool, so there should be no problem in contacting me. The problem now is that on the surface...well, okay, his identity in the extraordinary world is a member of the evil organization Aurora Society.
, this means that there may be other members of the Aurora Society there. The best way is to deliver the message directly through the messenger, but this cannot guarantee safety. It is best to do some divination before sending the letter."
Thinking of this, Klein unfolded the map and newspaper he had held in his hand before getting off the car, and then walked towards the nearby park. He believed that no landlord would like tenants who came to rent a house after six o'clock in the morning, so he
Decided to find a place to sort out my thoughts first.
"Speaking of which, Mr. Azik should be in Backlund now. I don't know if he has received the news of my death, but a strong man like him who has lived for thousands of years should be able to understand the miracle of resurrection from the dead, right? I want
Don’t go to him?”
Thinking of this, Klein shook his head again. Although he confirmed through divination that Mr. Azik would not bring him any danger, he seemed to be under the influence of Ins Zangwill and contacted him rashly.
, on the contrary, it is possible for oneself to re-enter the sight of that sealed object.
"In this case, it's no longer enough to write a letter to tell Mr. Azik to be careful! I finally know why Mr. Devil's ancestors hate the audience channel so much!"
When Klein thought of this, a bright light suddenly lit up in his mind, and his eyes lit up——
"Wait! Mr. Devil? I don't know if Mr. Devil's magical items can stop Ins Zangwill's detection? But how do I ask? Anyway, do some divination first, and then write a letter."
…
While Mr. Fool was sitting in the park, quietly waiting for the landlord to get up, Snow had already sent away the petite Miss Xio, and the professional smile on his face slowly disappeared.
"This conditioned reflex is too damn..."
Snow seemed to be yelling, but he felt it was meaningless, so he could only keep his mouth shut.
Then, he realized a problem, that is, the side effects and conditioned reflexes caused by his potion were three!
And now, he has found only two!
From the fact that the name can be adjusted through presets, we can see that these conditioned reflexes are not unavoidable, but we just need to be adequately prepared. But the problem is that we can be prepared for the conditioned reflexes we know, but we can be prepared for the conditioned reflexes we don’t know.
, how to prevent it?
Under Lily's disgusted gaze, Snow jumped around the room like a house-breaking husky. He spent two hours in total. He was so tired that he wanted to stick out his tongue, but he didn't realize what the last conditioned reflex was.
What the hell.
When it comes to conditioned reflexes, Snow is really helpless, because conditioned reflexes may never be triggered once in a lifetime, but once they are triggered, the consequences are not just social death.
Just like before, if Mr. A hadn't helped him test the conditioned reflex of calling names, when he went to the Tarot Club, he would have called Mr. Fool "Poor God", "Kimi", "Kimi" and the like.
At the moment when he got the nickname, his Tarot life should have ended with it, right?
This is still light. The key is that if he goes out on the street one day and sees a postman with a monocle in his right eye, and subconsciously says "Good morning, Amon", then Snow will not even dare to go there.
