The day passed quickly, and the sky was gradually dyed with the same color by the crimson moon.
The simple old wooden door was slowly pushed open, and Noel Morris returned home after finishing his day's work. Smelling the fragrance spreading in the room, he relaxed and sighed: "After leaving the quagmire of work and the damn superior,
"Eating a dinner cooked by my brother is one of the best things in the world to relieve fatigue."
Beside the kitchen where the steam was constantly coming out, Brian was busy pouring the freshly prepared vegetables from the pot into Tsuna's soup bowl. The bright red soup and lumpy food slowly filled the soup bowl, making it steamy.
The mist also floated along the mouth of the bowl towards Brian's face.
Today's dinner is beef and potatoes.
Brian held the "ears" of the soup bowl with both hands and carefully brought it to the table. At this moment, he breathed a sigh of relief, smiled at Noel in the corner and asked: "Then what else can be alleviated?"
Brother is tired, brother, I am willing to try hard!"
Noel walked to the special cupboard, took out two pairs of clean knives and forks, then placed one pair on each side of the dining table, and sat on the chair while teasing:
"Maybe I used my boots to kick that fool named Allen hard. You know, he is my superior... But you may not be able to help me with this matter. Only he leaves the post, or I am good enough, but no matter it is
Either way, it takes a certain amount of time, and it’s impossible to succeed tomorrow.”
"Well, it'll be fine." Brian nodded with a smile, took out a porcelain plate filled with fruit from the pantry, and placed it on the dining table.
In this way, today's dinner is ready.
Noel's deep brown eyes stared at the beef and potatoes placed in the center of the table. A look of surprise appeared on his stern face. He couldn't help but look up at Brian who was using an iron spoon to scoop out two portions of beef and asked:
"Something good happened today, otherwise my brother would not have prepared such a sumptuous and delicious dinner."
After finishing all the preparations, Brian sat aside and said cheerfully: "As expected of my brother, he is still so smart. I happen to have something to tell you."
Noel appropriately showed an expectant look to see what his younger brother was going to say. But before that, he already had a certain guess in his mind. That was that his younger brother, who was about to graduate, might have found a decent job first.
work to tell him the good news.
And Noel's guess was not wrong, Brian was going to say something similar.
"I was selected in advance by a company and will have an interview tomorrow. The newcomers in that company are treated very well. Associate employees earn 6 pounds per week, while regular employees earn 8 pounds."
After hearing this, Noel's wheat-colored face was full of surprise. After a moment of silence, he smiled with relief and said with half emotion and half admonishment: "Knowledge is the most precious wealth. This sentence seems to be true. Remember to dress more formally tomorrow."
,Don’t leave a bad impression..."
Halfway through, Noel seemed to suddenly remember something and continued: "I won't be able to accompany you tomorrow. There is still a lot of work to do."
"Well, just like you said, I can handle it!" Brian nodded slowly as expected, and the company he mentioned couldn't let his brother Noel know too specifically. After all, it was not a normal company.
.
…
After dinner and clearing the dishes, the two brothers said "good night" to each other and returned to their own bedrooms.
Brian walked straight to the desk, stretched out his hand and touched the golden oil lamp placed on it. In an instant, a stream of green smoke came out from the oil lamp, forming a silhouette of a young man who was both familiar and unfamiliar to him.
Borg Wallis, whose lower body was in the shape of a cloud and whose upper body was a transparent human body, covered his mouth with one hand, yawned, and then stretched, as if he had woken up from a long sleep.
"What do you want from me?"
"It's nothing, I just thought you might be bored staying in there, so I asked you to come out." Brian shook his head slightly, and then looked at his old friend in front of him in surprise, because he could clearly find that Borg seemed to have changed.
I have to become more and more indifferent.
Is this affected by the oil lamp?
After making three wishes, not only will you be trapped by the oil lamp, but you will also gradually lose your mind and become unlike yourself?
Hmm... I have to ask Arnold about this when I see him tomorrow, but I can't ask directly, I have to be tactful and covert enough.
Borg looked at Brian with doubtful eyes, as if he didn't quite understand why he was doing this. Then his erratic body quickly rose up, with his hands in front and his head down, and passed through the oil lamp mouth again.
Back to the oil lamp.
Brian, who hadn't realized what was happening, only heard one sentence echoing in his ears.
"I don't need it. Don't bother me if you have nothing to do in the future..."
After the words that echoed several times fell, the golden oil lamp suddenly moved on its own and jumped into the pile of debris in the corner.
"how so……"
The next morning.
Brian woke up from his sleep and solved his own washing problem. Immediately, he put on an old but decent dark black formal suit, which added a bit of maturity to his still slightly immature face.
After going out and walking up the stairs to the entrance, Brian took off a black top hat from the shelf nearby and put it on his head. Then he walked to the address left by Arnold - No. 38 Cape Town Street.
About 20 minutes later, Brian passed through the crowd and stood on the side of the street. He looked at the "Catherine Performance Group" in front of him with doubtful eyes. Then he moved his eyes and checked the house number on the wall again.
"That's right..."
While his mind was racing, Brian's dazed eyes suddenly saw an item in the house. It was a wooden birdcage hanging on the inside of the room, and in the birdcage was a small, colorful but motionless bird.
.
When he saw this item, Brian's worries disappeared instantly, and he was sure that he would not be looking for the wrong place. He stepped into the "Catherine Performance Group" and took off his courtesy and put it on his chest when he was about to enter the door.
His series of movements made a lot of noise, and soon attracted the attention of a girl who was reading a book in front of the counter in the room. The girl had long brown shawl hair, dark black pupils wrapped in eye sockets that were smart and natural, and her delicate face made people feel...
Delicate and lubricated.
The girl politely pushed the chair away and stood up, revealing her small torso hidden under the counter. Then she raised her red lips slightly, looked at Brian and asked in a sweet voice:
"Hello, sir, my name is Demi Sally. Do you need the services of a performance troupe? We have drama performances, poetry recitations and other cultural programs here. However, our performance troupe is not comparable to the theater and can only accept some small jobs.
Commission.”
Brian listened to the girl's introduction. Apart from being a little surprised at the beginning, he kept smiling and was not as clueless as he was outside just now.
After the girl finished speaking, he slowly shook his head and said: "I'm sorry, I'm not here to see the performing group... It was Mr. Arnold Heshlett and Ms. Catherine Motley who asked me to come. My name is
Brian, Brian Morris.”
"Ah... it turns out it's you!" Knowing that she had made a mistake, the girl Demi quickly bent down to apologize, and there was also a trace of nervousness in her natural voice: "I'm really sorry, Captain Catherine has nothing to do with me.
I told you about your matter, but I was so anxious that I forgot about it. I’m going to call the group leader and the others now, please wait here for a while, it will be over soon!”
Demi's voice became softer and softer, until Brian was almost out of earshot when she finally finished speaking and ran into the backyard of the room.
"What a lively girl!" Brian smiled bitterly and looked around boredly.
The layout here is different from other small performance groups. The walls are covered with cute and childlike pictures, as well as carefully matched ribbons, balloons, flowers and other items hung on the walls.
In the end, Brian stood there, his eyes resting on the birdcage hanging on the inside of the counter, and the colorful parrot that seemed to be able to detect other people's lies.
"A special item with magical powers? It's like it came out of a story."
As soon as he finished speaking, a lazy female voice that Brian had heard before sounded from the corner of the room: "Its name is Insight Parrot. It can expose other people's lies, and can also deduce people's personalities or other factors through other people's behaviors.
The next move.”
Brian followed the sound and saw Ms. Catherine Motley, who seemed to never wake up. She was still wearing a white robe that extended from her neck to her ankles. But it looked like she had changed into another one.
In addition, there was Arnold Huslett, who was slender, had long brown hair, amber pupils, a wide forehead, a high nose bridge, thick lips, and was wearing a black windbreaker. He quickened his pace and came to Brian's side, looking like
He smiled familiarly like an old friend and said, "Brian, you came at the right time. I almost might not be able to see you."
"ah?"
Brian kept asking what was going on, and Arnold continued: "You came here really fast. We thought you would come back in a few days."
Feeling the warm reception, Brian lowered his head and said sheepishly: "I really want to know those things that I don't quite understand. They have always confused me."
Arnold patted Brian on the shoulder and reassured: "I understand how you feel. I once experienced the same thing as you. At that time, I was as hesitant, frightened, and powerless as you. But it was just once, like
Like the passing wind, it has become a thing of the past."
I don't know whether it was because of Arnold's comfort or other reasons, but when Blake recalled what he discovered the night before, he suddenly felt less heavy and less scared.
At this time, Catherine Motley pointed to the table placed by the wall and said appropriately: "Let's sit and chat. We will answer the questions you want to ask carefully."
"Okay." Brian nodded and started to sit on the only three chairs at the table with Catherine and Arnold. Demi Sally, who came out last, returned to her room alone as if she hadn't seen him.
At work.
Catherine yawned and asked lazily: "Do you still know what the pattern is on the card you got? Or you can tell me about your current extraordinary ability."
Brian thought for a while and decided to answer everything honestly except for Borg: "The pattern on the card is a magician performing, and my ability is 'hide'. I can hide objects by touching them.
The specifics are like this…”
As Brian spoke, he casually touched the table with his palm. The moment he touched the table, the wooden table surrounded by three people seemed to be erased bit by bit with an eraser. In less than a second,
In just a few minutes, the time completely disappeared before everyone’s eyes.
"Wow!" Arnold reached out in surprise and touched the location of the original wooden table, trying to determine whether the table had disappeared out of thin air. He got the answer when his palm stayed in mid-air and could not continue downwards.
"The table has entered a state of complete invisibility."
Unlike Arnold's exaggerated reaction, Catherine's expression didn't even change at all. She was obviously someone who had seen many similar things.