The day passed quickly, and the sky gradually became colored with the crimson moon.

The plain old wooden door was slowly pushed open, and Noel Morris returned home after a day's work. Smelling the fragrance scattered in the room, he relaxed and sighed: "After leaving the quagmire of work and damn superiors, eating a dinner made by my brother is one of the most tiring things in the world."

On the edge of the steaming kitchen, Brian was busy pouring freshly prepared dishes from the pot into the soup bowl. Bright red soup and lumps of food slowly filled the bowl, and the steaming mist drifted down the bowl to Brian's face.

Today's dinner is roast beef with potatoes.

Brian gripped the "ears" of the soup bowl with both hands and carefully brought it to the table. At this time, he breathed a sigh of relief, smiled at Noll in the corner and asked, "Then what else can relieve my brother's fatigue, brother, I am willing to try!"

Knoll walked over to the special cupboard, took out two pairs of clean knives and forks, and then placed one on each side of the table, and teased as he sat down on his chair:

"Probably kicking that fool called Allen with my boots, you know, he's 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 either way, it will take a certain amount of time, and it will not be possible to succeed tomorrow. ”

"Well, it's going to be fine." Brian smiled and nodded, then took out a porcelain plate full of fruit from the pantry and placed it on the table.

With that, today's dinner is complete.

Knoll's brown deep pupils stared at the potato beef placed in the center of the table, and his old-fashioned face showed a look of surprise, and he couldn't help but look up at Brian, who was using an iron spoon to serve two portions of beef, and asked:

"What happened today, otherwise my brother wouldn't have made such a sumptuous and delicious dinner."

After finishing all the preparations, Brian sat aside and said cheerfully, "It's worthy of being an older brother, still so smart, I happen to have something to tell you."

Knorr gave a look of anticipation to see what his brother was going to say. But before that, he already had a certain guess in his heart. That is, his younger brother, who is about to graduate, may have been the first to find a decent job to report the good news to him.

And Knoll's guess wasn't wrong, and Brian was going to say something like that.

"I was selected early by a company and will be going for an interview tomorrow. The new hires were treated very well, earning £6 a week for prospective employees and £8 for regular staff. ”

After listening to this, Noor's wheat-colored face was full of surprise, and after a moment of silence, he smiled with relief, and said with half emotion and half admonition: "Knowledge is the most precious treasure, and this sentence does not seem to be false. Remember to dress formally tomorrow and don't make a bad impression......"

Halfway through speaking, Knoll seemed to suddenly remember something, and continued: "I won't be able to go with you tomorrow, there is still a lot of work to be done."

"Well, like you said, I can handle it!" Brian nodded slowly unexpectedly, and the company he was talking about couldn't let his brother Knoll know too specifically, after all, it wasn't a normal ordinary company.

……

After dinner and cleaning up the dishes, the two brothers said "good night" to each other and returned to their bedroom.

Brian walked straight to his desk and reached out and touched the golden oil lamp on it. In an instant, a puff of green smoke came out of the mouth of the oil lamp, forming a young figure that he was more familiar with and extremely unfamiliar with

Borg Wallis, whose lower body is cloud-like and whose upper body is transparent with a transparent human body, covered his mouth with one hand, yawned, and then stretched out a long waist, as if he had woken up from a long sleep.

"What's the matter with me?"

"It's nothing, I just thought you might be bored staying in there, so I let you out." Brian shook his head slightly, then looked at his old friend in surprise, as it was obvious to him that Borg seemed to be becoming more and more aloof.

Is this affected by oil lamps?

After making three wishes, you will not only be trapped by the oil lamp, but you will gradually lose your mind and become less like yourself?

Well...... When I see Arnold tomorrow, I have to ask about this content, but I can't ask directly, I have to be tactful enough and hidden enough.

Borg's blank gaze looked at Brian in confusion, as if he didn't quite understand why he was doing this. Then his fluttering body quickly rose and returned to the oil lamp through the mouth of the oil lamp with his hands in front of him and his head down.

Brian, who hadn't yet reacted to what was happening, heard a sentence echo in his ears.

"I don't need to, don't bother me if there's nothing to do in the future......"

The words that echoed a few times fell, and the golden oil lamp suddenly moved on its own, and jumped into the pile of debris in the corner.

"How can this be ......"

Early the next morning.

Brian wakes up from his sleep and finishes his washing. Immediately, he changed into an old but decent dark black suit, making his still slightly immature face a little more mature.

Leaving the house through the stairs to the entrance, Brian took off a black top hat from a nearby shelf and put it on his head, before walking to the address left by Arnold, 38 Don Point Street.

About 20 minutes later, Brian made his way through the crowd and stood on the side of the street, looking at the "Catherine Show" in front of him with a puzzled look, and then he panned his gaze and checked the house number on the wall again.

"That's right......"

In the midst of his thoughts, Brian's trance-like eyes suddenly saw an object in the house. It was a wooden birdcage hanging from the inside of the room, and there was a small, colorful, but motionless bird.

When he saw this item, Brian's worries disappeared in an instant, and he was sure that he would not find the wrong place. He stepped into the "Catherine Show" and took it off and placed it on his chest as he was about to enter the doorway.

His series of movements were not small, and they quickly attracted the attention of the girl who was reading a book in front of the counter in the room. The girl has long brown shawl hair, dark pupils wrapped in eye sockets are smart and natural, and her delicate face feels delicate and smooth just by looking at it.

The girl politely pushed away the chair and got up, revealing her tiny torso hidden under the counter. Then her rosy lips curled slightly, and she asked in a sweet voice while looking at Brian:

"Hello sir, my name is Demi Sully. Do you need the services of a performance troupe? We have cultural programs such as drama performances, poetry recitals, etc. However, our performance troupe is comparable to the theater, and we can only accept some small commissions. ”

Brian listened to the girl's introduction, except for some surprise at first, he kept smiling, not as clueless as he had just been outside.

After the girl finished speaking, he slowly shook his head and said, "I'm sorry, I'm not here to find the performance troupe...... It was Mr. Arnold Heslett and Ms. Catherine Motley who brought me here. My name is Brian, Brian Morris. ”

"Ah...... It's you!" Knowing that she had made a fuss, the girl Demi hurriedly bent down to apologize, and there was a trace of nervousness in her heavenly voice: "I'm really sorry, Captain Catherine told me about you, and I was too anxious to forget it just now." I'll go and call the head of the regiment now, please wait here for a while, and it will be all right soon!"

Demi's voice grew quieter and quieter until Brian was almost out of ear and ran into the backyard of the room.

"What a lively girl!" Brian smiled wryly and looked around boredly.

The setting here is not the same as that of other small performance groups, and the walls are covered with cute and innocent pictures, as well as ribbons, balloons, flowers, and other items that are carefully matched and hung on the walls.

Finally Brian stood still, his eyes fixed 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 coming out of a story. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, a lazy female voice that Brian had heard heard sounded in the corner of the room: "Its name is the Parrot of Insight, and it can expose the lies of others, and can also deduce people's personalities or their next steps through the actions of others."

Brian followed the sound and saw Lady Catherine Motley, who seemed to never wake up, still wearing a white robe that stretched from her neck to her ankles. But it looks like it should be a different one.

In addition to this, there is Arnold Heslett with a slender body, long brown hair, amber pupils, a wide forehead, a high nose bridge, thick lips, and a black trench coat. He quickened his pace to Brian's side, and smiled like an old friend, "Brian, it's really time for you to come, I may not see you anymore."

"Huh?"

Keeping Brian asking what was going on, Arnold continued, "Anyway, you came so fast, we thought you'd come back in a few days."

Feeling the warm treatment, Brian lowered his head and said embarrassedly: "I want to know those things that I don't quite understand, they have been confusing me."

Arnold patted Brian on the shoulder and soothed, "I understand your feelings, I have experienced the same thing as you in the past, and I was also hesitant, frightened, and powerless like you at that time. But what was once was just that, like the passing wind, is a thing of the past. ”

I don't know if it was because of Arnold's comfort, or for other reasons, Blake suddenly felt less heavy and scared when he recalled what he had discovered the night before.

At this moment, Catherine Motley pointed to the table placed by the wall and said appropriately, "Let's sit and talk, and we will answer the questions you want carefully."

"Okay." Brian nodded, and sat down with Catherine and Arnold on the only three chairs at the table. And Demi Sully, who came out in the end, returned to her job alone as if she didn't see it.

Catherine yawned and asked lazily, "Do you know what is on that card you got?" Or maybe it's about your current supernatural abilities. ”

Brian thought about it for a while, and decided to answer honestly except for the matter of Borg: "The pattern on the card is a magician who is performing, and my ability is 'hiding', which can be hidden by touching objects, and this is exactly what it is......"

Brian said, casually touching the table with his palm. The moment he touched the table, the wooden table surrounded by three people seemed to be erased off little by little with an eraser, and in less than a second, it completely disappeared in front of everyone's eyes.

"Wow!" Surprised, Arnold reached out and stroked the place of the wooden table, trying to determine if it had disappeared into thin air. He got the answer when his palm was in the air, unable to go any further.

"The table went into complete invisibility."

Unlike Arnold's exaggerated reaction, Catherine's expression didn't even change in the slightest, obviously someone who had seen a lot of similar things.