It was obvious from Brian's expression that the mission was not smooth, but it was expected, and the two were not disappointed. But Arnold still asked:

"How?"

Bryan walked shoulder-to-shoulder with Arnold into the quiet street, he thought for a moment, and then said, "I know a little more about the rules of gambling, and I should be able to do better next time." About the 'Lost Luck Case'...... I didn't notice anything out of the ordinary. ”

As he spoke, Brian took out the "flash scroll" from his inner bag and handed it to Arnold along with several banknotes worth a total of 1,000 pounds: "These are for you!"

On this trip to the casino, Brian made a total of 12 pounds, which is already a huge amount of money for his family's small income. But he won't indulge in the whirlpool of casinos, because he knows the dangers.

Arnold put away the pound sterling and pushed the "flash scroll" back into Brian's hand: "The captain has explained, you have this scroll." Just because you can't use it this time doesn't mean that it will be as safe as it is today next time, or it will be safer for you to carry it all the time. ”

"Okay."

The two walked briskly for a few minutes and met Catherine Mottley, who looked sleepy in the corner. The reason why she kept such a distance from the casino was to avoid the perception and intuition of the unknown professional, for fear that because of her presence, she would not dare to appear in the casino again.

It was as simple as telling the story of the casino, and Brian separated from Catherine and Arnold, quietly returned to his bedroom at home, and fell asleep again while there was still some time to go.

It's the day.

It's Monday, the opening day of the college, and Brian wakes up early at six o'clock to straighten up his clothes and books, and puts the small solid gold oil lamp in the corner of his bedroom in his pants bag.

Later, Brian, who was dressed in a light blue textured hospital uniform, held the handrail and walked down the stairs one by one, meeting his brother Noel Morris, who was about to go out with a briefcase.

Knoll picked up the black top hat on the hanger at the entrance, and after hearing the movement behind him, he first turned his head to look, then slowly turned back to his body, and said in a soft tone, "Good morning, Brian!"

Brian's dark eyes rippled, the corners of his mouth unconsciously curled, and he said respectfully, "Good morning, brother."

As the words fell, Brian quietly quickened his pace and soon came to Knorr's face. Then his right hand was stretched out, and with a twist of his wrist, a playing card suddenly appeared in his hand.

On the playing card is a brightly colored clown with a thick oil paint on his face.

"Wow!" Knoll was stunned, and for a moment he didn't even react to what was happening. He stared blankly at his younger brother, who was already the same height as him, and asked in surprise, "Brian, how did you do it, I didn't see what happened clearly!"

Brian smiled, and after a moment of thought, decided not to tell Knoll how he did it. Because magicians don't tell the secret of magic to the audience.

From today, he will seriously play a "magician"!

"Brother, I know the secret of magic, but I will lose the surprise!" Brian waved his hand meaningfully in refusal. Then he thought that he would have more magic tricks in the future, and smiled and gave Noel a preventive shot:

"This is the magic trick I just learned in the performance troupe, and the magician said that I am very talented, and I may have the opportunity to perform in the future!"

Noll smiled and put on his top hat, not stopping such a thing. After all, the younger brother is already old and should have the right to choose his own life. Besides, as Brian said last night, he can fix the incidents on his own.

"I'm looking forward to your first performance."

Separated from his brother Noll, Brian rode his bicycle to Zero Academy, which was not too far from home.

Dozens of minutes later, Brian entered a "wave" of students and teachers. He slowly rode away from the crowded entrance of the academy and parked his bicycle in the parking area of the academy.

Instead of going to the dormitory or classroom, Brian walked straight to the door of a room in the faculty quarters. He took a deep breath, stretched out his fingers and knocked on the door, and soon a neutral voice came from the room.

"Come in!"

Brian twisted the doorknob as he said, pushed the door and entered the room, and immediately saw Mr. Taryn Raymond, a well-known professor of the Department of Languages, who was sitting in the room, who was busy with his head down.

Today, Mr. Taryn is dressed in a simple dark brown gown, and his hair is still as meticulous as ever.

Brian put away his large body movements, and slowly approached the other party without disturbing Tyron as much as possible. At this time, Professor Taryn's straight face was wearing a polished round monocle, and he was looking carefully at the old parchment scrolls spread out on the desk.

"Scrolls?" Brian was slightly surprised in his heart, and instantly remembered the magical scroll made by Mr. Cole. Almost subconsciously, he involuntarily took a few steps forward again, taking in the full picture of the scroll in his eyes.

The scroll is old and yellowed, and the mysterious words loom in time, and if you look closely, you can faintly see some granular tiny soil, almost in an instant, a thick sense of obsolescence that belongs to history comes to your face.

At this time, Professor Taryn took off his monocle for a long time, turned his head to look at Brian Morris who was standing on the side, and said softly on his serious face:

"Is there any news about the Borg?"

Hearing the familiar name, Brian came back to his senses, his gaze taking away from the scroll, his gaze suddenly complicated, and it was difficult to describe what was contained in it.

After a brief silence, Brian decided to lie. I only heard him say: "The Borgs have left Puze for some special reasons. Due to the urgency of the situation, I did not come to the college to withdraw from the school, but left a letter and asked the postman to deliver it to my home. ”

"Oh, that's it!" Professor Taryn bowed slightly, and then sighed: "That's a pity, Borg also has a good talent in language, I didn't expect to leave in a hurry, I hope he can continue to study language in the future!"

When the heavy atmosphere dissipated, Professor Taryn waved his hand and said to Brian, "Come and see this with me!"