"Captain, how is Old Neil?" Klein, who was guarding the headquarters, immediately stepped forward nervously and asked.

"Fortunately, Old Neil himself is restrained enough. Although it was not too early to discover it, as long as he did not continue to receive the knowledge, he should be able to recover it. However, the situation has been tense recently and there is no manpower. He can only keep him in the church for the time being, and wait until the matter is over before sending him to Beckland for treatment."

Dunn's tone was obviously scared, and he was only a little short of it, so he had to lose a teammate again because of this absurd reason.

"That's good." Klein relaxed immediately, but Dunn sighed:

"But Old Neil has not been able to get involved in mystery during this period, so your mystics course can only be suspended. The knowledge of mystics is very dangerous, so you'd better not 'study yourself'."

"It's okay, captain, Old Neil said that I have mastered all the parts I can contact at the moment, and the rest is just practice." Klein shook his head gently, and Dunn also showed a reluctant smile-

"This time, thanks to a wild extraordinary man, but the other party did not reveal his identity and did not know the specific way, but the sequence should be not low. This is his appearance characteristic... Oh, I forgot, you don't have to be on the field..." Dunn put the information he originally planned to hand Klein back into his arms, and did not care about Klein's confused look when he raised his hand, and turned around to:

"I'm going to inform you when I come back. I'll go on duty later. Please be careful. If anything happens, go to St. Selena's church through the secret passage..."

...

"I actually digested some of it?" On the other side, Tris felt the feedback brought by the potion, and a look of surprise appeared on his face.

In just a few hours, the potions he digested were even far beyond her feedback on the curse of killing civilians in the past half month.

"What is the principle? It is better to play witches like this? Or is there any hidden feedback mechanism? Speaking of which, although I know how to play, I don't know why playing can digest potions... I don't know how much this question is worth..."

Tris thought about it and suddenly felt a little angry. The guy didn't leave her any contact information. In other words, unless he prayed to the unknown existence, he could only wait for the other party to come.

...

Snow didn't know what Tris was thinking at this time. He was lying in his study, writing a plan in Chinese.

Although his choice phobia gradually began to weaken as the potion was digested, and he would not be on the verge of losing control when he encountered a random option, in just half a month, he had developed the habit of making plans.

With the Supreme Master Ram Pearl and Jade in front of you, it is always no harm to do a few alternatives in everything.

As long as all options are listed in advance and the pros and cons are measured, then when things really happen, he doesn't need to bother to choose.

...

The panic of Beckland was surging with a terrifying undercurrent. Almost every day, the madmen of the Aurora Society were trying to perform various dangerous rituals, but these things had nothing to do with Snow who lives in the West Side. After all, no matter how crazy the Aurora Society was, he would not run to Mr. A’s doorstep to cause trouble.

The "legacy" left by his predecessor exceeded 20,000 pounds. Such a sum of money, even at the price of Beckland, was enough for him to live a decent life without buying luxury goods.

In this way, Snow spent his first week back to the city peacefully in the turbulent Beckland. No old customers came to him or her for help. He didn't leave the door and didn't step in. Even the food was delivered to a nearby Intis restaurant.

Although this made him spend more than three pounds on food every day, the price was simply not worth mentioning than safer.

The clock ticked and Snow, who had sorted out the plan again, turned his head and looked at the dial.

There are still ten minutes left before 3:00 pm.

He skillfully drew a match and burned out all the plans for today. Snow pre-provided the anti-divination ability of Sequence 7 and completely erased the last bit of information about the plans for the existence of the plans in the world.

"Lily!"

"Meow?" When Lily, who was hiding in some corner, didn't know where to find the cat food she was hiding, and shouted with a pleasing cry when she watched Snow poured into its tray.

"Don't let people get close to the house before I wake up, of course, don't cause any casualties, do you know?"

Snow placed the food plate in front of Lily and gave a regular explanation. Lily nodded, showed a humanized smile, and then buried her face in the food plate.

Looking at Lily, who was pretending to be stupid or really stupid, Snow turned around and found a comfortable position to lie down, quietly waiting for the crimson light that surged like a tide...

...

"Good afternoon, Mr. Fool, Good afternoon, Mr. Hanging Man, Good afternoon, Mr. Demon..."

Miss Justice's sweet and happy voice rang in her ears, and Snow quickly woke up from the brief confusion of rising up the gray fog, adjusted his sitting position slightly, and he also began to greet the members of the Tarot Club.

"Mr. Fool, this time I brought a page of Rossell's diary."

After Justice and the Hanged Man said that they had not found the diary, Snow stroked his chest with one hand and said respectfully.

When Mr. Fool heard this, he realized that Mr. Demon had returned to Beckland a few days ago. He immediately felt a little joy in his heart, but he still maintained his character as a fool on the surface and chuckled, "It's great."

Along with his words, dark red pens and yellow-brown parchment appeared before him. Although he was used for the first time, under the enthusiastic guidance of Miss Justice, Snow quickly "learn" how to use them and wrote neat squares on the paper.

After covering the pen again, the parchment appeared in front of Mr. Fool. Before he could read it, Mr. Fool was slightly stunned.

Because this is the first time he has seen such neat Chinese characters written in his time travel.

"Is it Rossell's manuscript?" Klein thought so, but when he saw the words on the paper, he almost failed to destroy the fool's character because he saw such an opening remark-

"I finally got the recipe for the divination potion. Next, I can try to collect the materials. Rosel, Rosel, I hope you didn't cheat me!"

"This is not Rossell's diary!" Klein only felt a little confused, but at the same time, there was a more excited mood that was constantly growing.
Chapter completed!