Around the afternoon of that day, Brian passed by Miss Bertha's bakery and bought two portions of fragrant small bread for 4 pence. Then he walked back home and started making dinner.
As for the mission to investigate the casino, it will be entered late at night when ordinary people have already fallen asleep.
Under the illumination of the crimson moonlight, a figure walked towards the wind and opened the door of No. 55 Rose Street. Unknowingly, Noel Morris, whose chin had grown a beard, entered the room, took off his hat and coat, and put
On the clothes rack in the entrance, he couldn't hide his smile and said to his brother:
"Brian, you don't know what interesting things happened today. Do you remember the Allen I talked about yesterday? Guess how he is doing today?"
"Oh? What's wrong with him?" After hearing what his brother said, Brian's guess was confirmed. However, he didn't say it out loud. Instead, he picked up today's dinner and put it on the dining table. He acted very cooperatively and showed interest.
look.
Noel happily sat down at the dining table and took a look at today's dinner. Golden family-style meatloaf, fluffy and soft wheat bread, and colorful fruit salad. This sumptuous dinner made him already happy
My very happy mood increased a bit more.
"Ellen, the guy who got kicked in the head by a donkey, went there last night..." Realizing that he was too excited and almost said something that he shouldn't say to his brother, Noel paused for a moment, calmed down before continuing:
"I heard that I committed something last night and was thrown into jail by the inspector. I had to be locked up for several days before I could be released. The company leaders were very angry after learning about this incident and immediately announced it to the secretary and everyone in the company.
'Alan get out of here'! And the position vacated by Alan will be competed by me and two other colleagues."
Hearing the unexpected thing, Brian took a bite of the meat pie with satisfaction and happiness, and asked curiously: "Brother, are you sure about this position?"
Noel waved his hand at this: "This kind of thing doesn't matter. I am very familiar with the other two colleagues. No matter which one of us takes the position, it will be a good thing. Generally speaking, we have won this time."
After venting his long-silent melancholy, Noel remembered his brother's interview. He almost forgot about it because he was so excited just now.
"Stop talking about me, why don't you tell me how the interview went? Are you hopeful of getting the job?"
Brian was already prepared for this. He took out the signed contract from the lining bag and handed it to Noel.
"I have successfully signed a contract as a probationary employee. The company is a large performance troupe. My daily job is to communicate with people from other countries and occasionally act as a translator. The salary is 6 pounds per week."
"This is a good job, but it lacks a little growth. Of course, these are very good for you now. As for whether you need to change to a more promising job in the future, it depends on you." Nord
He carefully scanned all the contents in the contract, nodded with satisfaction, and then thought of something and asked: "By the way, you haven't graduated yet, but this contract requires you to take some time, can you adjust it?"
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Brian smiled confidently and said: "Of course, I am the most talented student in the language department of Zerol College. This kind of thing is nothing to me."
"That's good……"
After the family dinner, Brian returned to his bedroom. His eyes first turned to the most conspicuous golden oil lamp beside the pile of debris in the corner of the room.
Shaking his head helplessly, Brian briefly washed himself, then turned off the light and went to sleep...
On the quiet street in the dead of night, a tall figure wearing a black windbreaker shuttled through the streets. He turned around and turned around the corner, entering Rose Street. He whispered outside No. 55:
"I am as free as a bird."
As the words mixed with special power ended, the back of the tall figure suddenly began to move without any wind, as if a pair of invisible wings were waving silently.
The next moment, the figure whose face was hidden in the darkness soared off the ground and flew quietly to the window on the second floor of Room 55. Then he clasped his hands into fists and chanted: "Mountains and seas cannot be an obstacle between us."
The magical words fell again, and the figure's body became transparent in an instant, entering a state between reality and illusion, and passed through the locked window in one go.
The figure landed gently on the ground without making the slightest sound. Then his amber eyes stared intently at the wooden bed at one side of the room, and whispered: "Brian, Brian..."
After repeating this call several times, the sleepy Brian gradually opened his eyes and realized that Arnold had come to see him based on his plan during the day.
Stretching out his palms that were tired and weak due to lack of sleep, Brian took out an old-looking pocket watch from under the soft pillow, which was given to him by his brother Noel on the night when the incident at the Berg family occurred.
Then he moved, found a position where he could borrow moonlight, glanced at the time, and complained: "12 o'clock... I don't think I should take that mission."
Looking at Brian who was still complaining but getting up honestly, Arnold laughed: "After all, it's a 2-pound mission. It can't be that easy, right?"
"What you said makes sense. There is no good thing in this world that comes for free. Only by paying a certain price can you get what you want." While putting on his shoes, Brian put his pocket watch into his left chest, close to his heart.
Arnold noticed the old but still functional pocket watch and couldn't help but said in a very poetic tone: "This pocket watch looks very old. It must have contained many stories."
"Yes, it carries a love and a family relationship." Brian adjusted his clothes, nodded affirmatively, and then changed the subject to a topic that he was not surprised about, but was very interested in.
"Arnold, how did you get in? I remember that the door of my house was locked and the windows were locked. Of course, I didn't mean to blame you. After all, this was an agreement made during the day. I was just curious about how you did it."
Arnold smiled and had no intention of hiding anything, because this kind of thing is not secret, and anyone who knows his extraordinary profession can understand it.
"My extraordinary profession is called 'Midnight Poet'. My main ability is to impart magical power to poems through transmission. However, this requires a certain understanding. Not just any poem can achieve extraordinary effects."
Brian nodded in understanding. At this time, he was ready for everything. Then he walked to the wall and opened the window, glanced down and said, "Let's go!"
After saying that, Brian took a deep breath, jumped up, and jumped out of the window.
If he had done this kind of thing in the past, he would never have dared to do it, but today, he was sure that his body was very different from before. But how different it was, and how big the difference was, Brian didn't know.
So this is an attempt with certain risks.
His body was pulled by gravity and quickly fell to the ground. Except for a slight numbness in the soles of his feet, Brian could not feel any discomfort.