Mystery: Paradox Path

"Captain, how's old Neil?" Klein, who was guarding at the headquarters, immediately stepped forward and asked nervously when he saw the captain's return.

"Fortunately, Old Neil himself is restrained enough. Although it is not too early to find out, as long as he does not continue to receive that knowledge, he should be able to recover. However, the situation has been tense recently, and there is no manpower available, so he can only stay temporarily. In the church, wait until the matter is over before sending him to Backlund for treatment."

There was obvious fear in Dunn's tone. Just a little bit, he had to lose a teammate again for such a reason that he didn't know whether it was absurd or not.

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

"However, Old Neil can't get in touch with mysteries during this time, so your mysticism course can only be suspended. The knowledge of mysticism is very dangerous, you'd better not 'self-study'."

"It doesn't matter Captain, Old Neil said that I have mastered all the parts that I can touch so far, and the rest is just practice." Klein shook his head gently, and Dunn also showed a reluctant smile——

"This time, it is thanks to a wild Beyonder, but the other party didn't reveal his identity, and he doesn't know the specific path, but the sequence should not be low, this is his appearance... Oh, I forgot, you don't need to be on field duty... ..." Dunn stuffed the document that he intended to hand to Klein back into his arms, ignoring the dazed look of Klein raising his hand, and turned around:

"I'll just let you know when I'm back. I'll be on duty in a while. You pay attention to safety. If something happens, immediately go to St. Selina's Church through the secret passage..."

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"It actually digested a part of it?!" On the other hand, Chris felt the feedback from the potion, with a surprised look on his face.

In just a few hours, the potion he digested far exceeded her feedback on the half-month cursing and killing civilians.

"What is the principle of this? Is it better for witches to act like this? Or is there an implicit feedback mechanism? Speaking of which, I know how to act, but I don't know why acting can digest potions... I don't know how much this question is worth. money……"

Triss thought about it, and her teeth itch with hatred. That guy didn't leave her contact information at all. In other words, unless she prayed to that unknown existence, she could only wait for the other party to come to the door.

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

Although as the potion was digested, his phobia of choice slowly began to weaken, and he would not be on the verge of losing control when he randomly encountered an option, but in just half a month, he had already developed the ability to prepare well. Habit.

With the most holy teacher Ram Zhuyu in front, there is no harm in doing more alternatives in everything.

As long as all the options are listed in advance and the pros and cons are weighed, then when something really comes up, he doesn't need to bother to choose.

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The turbulent Backlund was surging with terrifying undercurrents. Almost every day there were lunatics from the Aurora Society trying to perform all kinds of dangerous rituals, but these things had nothing to do with Snow who lived in the West District. If you are crazy, you won't go to Mr. A's door to make trouble.

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

In this way, Snow spent the first week of his return to the city peacefully in the treacherous Backlund. No old customers came, and no new customers asked for help. Even the daily food is delivered to a nearby Intis restaurant.

Although it cost him more than three pounds a day on food, it was nothing compared to safety.

The clock was ticking, and Snow, who had sorted out the plan again, turned his head and glanced at the dial.

There are ten minutes until three o'clock in the afternoon.

Skillfully struck a match and burned up all the plans for today. Snow advanced the anti-divination ability of Sequence Seven, completely erasing the last bit of information about the plan's existence in the world.

"Lily!"

"Meow?" Hearing Snow's call, Lily, who didn't know which corner she was hiding in, immediately got out, looked at the cat food Snow poured into her pan, and let out a pleasing cry.

"Before I wake up, don't let people get close to the house, and of course, don't cause any fatalities, you know?"

Snow put the food tray in front of Lily, and explained a routine, Lily nodded, showing a humane smile, and then buried her face in the food tray.

Snow looked at Lily, who didn't know if she was pretending to be stupid or really stupid, turned around and found a comfortable position to lie down, quietly waiting for the crimson light that came like a tide...

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"Good afternoon~www.wuxiamtl.com~ Mr. Fool, good afternoon, Mr. Hanged Man, good afternoon, Mr. Devil..."

Miss Justice's sweet and happy voice sounded in his ears, Snow quickly woke up from the brief confusion that rose up into 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 Roselle's diary."

After Justice and The Hanged Man said they couldn't find the diary, Snow touched his chest with one hand and said respectfully.

When Mr. Fool heard the words, he realized that Mr. Devil had returned to Backlund a few days ago, and he immediately felt a little joy in his heart, but he still maintained the character of the Fool on the surface, and said with a chuckle, "Very good."

Following his words, the dark red pen and the yellow-brown parchment appeared in front of him. Although it was the first time to use it, with the enthusiastic guidance of Miss Justice, Snow quickly "learned" how to use them. , and wrote neat square words on the paper.

Putting the pen back on, the parchment appeared in front of Mr. Fool. Before reading, Mr. Fool was slightly taken aback.

Because, this is the first time he has seen such neatly written Chinese characters since he traveled.

"Could it be Roselle's original manuscript?" Klein had such thoughts in his mind, but when he read the words on the paper clearly, he almost failed to break down the Fool's character, because he saw such an opening remark—

"I finally got the recipe for the Diviner's potion. Next, I can try to collect the materials. Roselle, Roselle, I hope you didn't trick me!"

"This is not Roselle's diary!" Klein only felt that his mind was a little confused, but at the same time, there was a more exciting emotion that was constantly growing.