Since it was already noon, Brian did not go directly to the Catherine Troupe, but walked to Horn Street and to the bakery of Bertha Polly, a brown-haired girl.

At this time, outside the bakery, there was already a crowd of people, and people surrounded the counter, pointing out the bread they needed, and they were talking for a while, which was particularly chaotic.

"Sir, your two servings of wheat bread are four pence in all." Busy with a business, Bertha hurriedly and hurriedly accepted the penny, and before she could catch her breath, she beckoned another guest.

"What do you need, lady?"

……

Seeing the thin figure, Brian's heart was both happy and heartbroken, and in the end, these emotions turned into a voice, and only he could hear the blame: "Really, business is getting better, you should recruit a helper, how can these people be busy?"

As the words fell, Brian hurried through the uncrowded door to the bakery, and by this time, Bertha was still busy with her head down, not noticing his arrival.

"I'll help you."

Without saying anything, Brian responded to the needs of some of the guests under Bertha's surprised gaze, and gradually began to work simply, but repetitively.

And Bertha was only slightly stunned, and immediately entered a busy situation again.

As time passed, Brian and Bertha both noticed that business in the bakery was exceptionally good today, and it continued until about 1 p.m. It would be nice if people bought lunch bread one after another at noon.

When the last customer left with the bread, Bertha put the pennies she had collected into the cashier of the bakery, and then she turned to look at Brian beside her, and said with a smile: "Thanks to you, I didn't expect the bakery to do so well today, if you hadn't suddenly appeared, many customers would have left today because they couldn't wait."

"It's nothing." Brian reached out and steadied the pale yellow top hat on top of his head, for fear that the top hat would fall off his head, revealing a piece of grass that had not yet disappeared.

"You helped me and my brother before, didn't you?"

A few years ago, when Brian and Knoll's mother died of illness, Knoll at that time was just a teenager who had graduated from elementary school and was idle at home all day, and he didn't have much social experience, so he couldn't afford to bury his mother well and take care of his weak brother.

In that most difficult time, it was Bertha, who they had never known at the time, and even the same age as them, who helped them through the difficulties, and this gradually led to their later life.

So whether it's Brian or Knorr, both of them are full of gratitude to Bertha.

After confirming that there would be no problems with the top hat, Brian said what he wanted to do today: I will cook a sumptuous dinner tonight, I want to invite you to my house to taste it together, I wonder if you have time? Ms. Bertha. ”

After receiving the invitation, Bertha didn't think much about it, and said directly: "There is time."

"That's great."

……

After the dinner was over, Brian was ready to go to the fight club to practice his skills. Finally, before leaving, he bought two servings of wheat flour for four pence to fill his stomach that had not eaten for the day.

Walking down the streets of Horn Street, he ate the soft, fluffy, fragrant bread when he thought of something else, that is, what to do in the family magic show after two days.

In terms of magic, he has extraordinary ability as hard power, and he also has the magic knowledge he gained after becoming a "magician", as a soft knowledge, but in terms of performance experience, he is a real novice.

"How do you design it? This time, if you want to mess around as easily as in the Magician's Club, you will definitely not be able to do it. First, the performance is likely to fail, which may make the employer dissatisfied, and the second is more important, in order to better 'play' the magician, he does not want to leave a bad cup in the first performance, even if few people know about it......"

"Ahh

Thinking about it, Brian suddenly felt something hit her abdomen. The force of the impact was not great, except for a faint numbness in the abdomen, it did not have much effect.

He took a step back and saw what had just struck him, or more accurately, a child. The child was about eleven or twelve years old, with black hair and black eyes, and wore a badly damaged linen gown.

Finding that Brian was looking at him, the child hurriedly put his hands behind his back, lowered his head, and said vigorously: "I'm sorry! Sorry ......"

Brian vaguely touched the chest of his coat with his left hand, and found that there was a bulge missing where something should have been, and he smiled helplessly, ready to expose the child's simple trick.

But just as he was about to speak, he stopped and said, "It's okay!"

As soon as the word "it's okay" fell, the child said "don't bother" and ran away without looking back.

The child's name is Black, a name that is very common in the kingdom of Bru and even on the entire continent. In addition to this, he is an orphan wandering around the city of Puze.

Trotting through the street, Blake looked behind him as he turned the alley, and saw that the guy in the pale yellow jacket and top hat of the same color did not chase him, but stood there in a daze.

Seeing this scene, Blake's dusty face unconsciously showed a happy smile.

There is no chasing, which means that the other party did not find a small action.

His plan succeeded.