After today's fighting and shooting training ended, it was already 6 pm that day. Brian awkwardly carried three birdcages and went straight back to the "Catherine Performance Group."
He said hello to Miss Demi, who was in charge of the reception, and then walked into the backyard. At this time, Ms. Catherine and Lulu were still doing work outside, while Arnold was still shutting himself in the room, thinking about "rating performance"
things.
Without disturbing Arnold, Brian went directly to the studio in the backyard and found Cole Terry in the studio. Cole was wearing a taupe sweater, holding tools in his hands, and tapping in front of the messy tool table.
He seemed to be making something.
Since it was getting late and he had to go home later, Brian was not too polite and asked directly after the greetings: "Mr. Cole, I saw inspiration in the information Ms. Catherine gave me.
', I'm very curious about what it is, can you tell me?"
"Of course." Cole stopped what he was doing, took out a cigarette from the small box on the workbench and put it in his mouth. He raised his head and said slowly: "Simply speaking, 'inspiration' is similar to human power and energy. Everything
All extraordinary abilities are powered by 'inspiration'. When 'inspiration' is used excessively, professionals will feel exhausted and will lose the opportunity to use extraordinary abilities before they recover."
"Sure enough, it's just as I guessed!" After listening to the explanation, Brian confirmed in his heart. When he had doubts after reading the information, Brian had a similar guess in his mind. But just to be safe,
He still chose to ask Mr. Cole, who was rich in mystical knowledge.
As he spoke, a wisp of flame appeared out of thin air from the tip of Cole's finger, and he lit the cigarette in his mouth. After taking a deep breath and exhaling, he continued: "Remember what I just said? 'Inspiration' is similar to human power.
You can also grow through exercise. The way to grow is through 'playing', which is to gradually master the magical power brought by professional cards."
After explaining, Cole asked with concern and curiosity: "By the way, Brian, have you made any progress in 'acting'? Or do you feel a special... pleasure."
Brian recalled: "After reading the information, I already have some ideas. As for the pleasure you mentioned, I have some special but not obvious feelings when I am in the casino. I don't know if it is you.
Said."
"Casino..." Cole thought seriously, then nodded: "That should be it. Using abilities in a casino is a magic performance in itself."
Brian tilted his head slightly and asked curiously: "Mr. Cole, does this have any special meaning?"
Cole took another puff of cigarette and explained: "This is a sign of gradually mastering the professional card, which proves that it is useful for you to go to the casino every night."
…
After a busy day's work, Noel Morris returned home on his bicycle.
The position vacated at the top of the company a few days ago has been filled by one of his good friends. Now that there is no more brainless superior like a savage, his work is much easier, and he naturally has more smiles than before.
Opening the door, a scent of fragrance hit his nostrils. Noel took off his heavy coat and hat and put them on the hangers, and said with emotion: "It smells so good! Brian, what's something delicious to eat tonight?"
Brian, who calculated the time to prepare dinner, turned off the open flame on the stove, then loaded up the newly prepared dinner and brought it to the dining table. Then he smiled and said, "Tonight it's rye bread, vegetable salad, and wheat porridge."
As usual, Noel took out two sets of tableware from the cupboard, giving one to his brother and keeping the other for himself.
“Although it’s a pity that there’s no meat, it’s still rich and delicious.”
Brian understood his brother's overly direct hint and smiled: "There will definitely be one tomorrow night."
…
After dinner, after the two brothers washed the dishes, they each returned to the bedroom to rest and fell asleep one by one.
A theater with exquisite layout, beautiful interior, and extremely grand theater was filled with crowds of spectators, and Brian was one of them. At this time, he could not speak, move, or think, and could only stand silently in his position.
Go up and wait for the next performance.
Soon, the theater curtain slowly opened to both sides, and a magician wearing a top hat and a black tuxedo, whose specific appearance could not be seen clearly, walked onto the stage and began his performance.
Poker cards appeared out of thin air one after another in his hand. The poker cards changed, disappeared, and reappeared one after another in his hand. If the audience in the theater were not as dull as wood and motionless, it would have triggered bursts of applause and cheers.
Brian, who had been watching all this, after the magic show ended, his body collapsed bit by bit, like a candle that had been melted by the high temperature, and slowly turned into a pool of blood.
"Ha...huu~hu~" Brian suddenly woke up from his dream, lifted the quilt helplessly, left the bed with half his body, and stood up.
"The dream just now..." Brian suddenly fell into memories and remembered a dream that was slightly the same as this time, but this was not the most important thing.
In his memories, Brian found that another piece of knowledge came to his mind.
Exchange: Two items can be exchanged across the air without touching them. However, the value of the items cannot differ too much. Once it exceeds the magician's ability, the failure rate will greatly increase, and there may even be no possibility of success.
"This is... a new extraordinary ability?" Brian left the wooden bed in surprise and was ready to test his ability.
He picked up a quill pen from the cabinet, looked at the books on the cabinet, and used "Exchange". In an instant, the positions of the quill pen and the books were exchanged. The item in Brian's hand was no longer the quill pen just now, but
It's a book on the cabinet.
"It's really magical. You can hardly see what happened at that moment with the naked eye." After sighing with emotion, Brian sighed: "But such extraordinary abilities don't seem to have the effect of killing the target. In terms of combat, I am still very weak.
.Without the use of modern weapons, I can’t defeat anyone at all. Well…I can still give it a try, even if it’s any professional or ordinary person.”
At this time, a slender figure appeared outside the window of the room. The figure stood in the air. After a period of inaudible whispers, it passed directly through the window and entered the bedroom.