"Knock Knock Knock ......"

In the early morning, the church bell rings and spreads all around.

Brian got up from the bed, took out his pocket watch and looked at the time, it was 9.00 in the morning, he washed up, changed his clothes, and went to the first floor with the three pigeons.

By this time his brother Knoll and Miss Bertha had gone out, and he was the only one left in the house.

Early in the morning, Brian didn't eat the bread in the cupboard, took his top hat from the coat rack and walked straight to the performance troupe.

Today is the day he's going to Mr. Kyle's house to perform, so he's in a hurry.

It was not long before he opened the door of the troupe, and saw Lady Catherine sitting at the front desk reading a book as usual, while Arnold must have gone to the music society early in the morning, without asking too much.

"Good morning, Lady Catherine." Brian politely said hello, naturally walked into the backyard of the performance troupe, and pushed out a box.

This box is what he needs for today's performance.

"Is it going to be over so early?"

Ms. Catherine knew what Brian was going to do today, but she thought it was a little early to go to the appointment.

Brian pushed the box all the way out the door, explaining in a loud voice:

"I've got some other things to do, and it should be just right to leave at this time, Lady Catherine."

With one last sentence, Brian pushed the box and left the troupe, arriving at the Starry Sky Tavern after some time.

This time he did not go in, but knocked on the door of the tavern outside the door, and it was not long before a teenager of about fourteen years old ran out excitedly, it was Blake in a shirt.

"Brother, shall we leave now?"

Looking at the energetic teenager in front of him, Brian smiled heartily.

Unexpectedly, just by handing over Blake to Sherlock and Miss Alain Bell for a few days, the teenager, who had been relatively silent before, became so cheerful.

"Looks like you're doing well here, huh?"

Blake scratched his head with one hand and said embarrassedly:

"Miss Alan Bell is very nice."

He paused, then hesitantly continued:

"Mr. Sherlock isn't bad either."

Brian looked at the boy's tangled words in the second half of the year, and knew that Sherlock should have teased him a lot.

At this moment, the door of the tavern opened again, and out came Miss Alainbel, dressed as a maid.

Seeing this, Brian nodded and said hello:

"Good morning, Miss Alain Bell, Blake has been bothering you these days."

The chubby and somewhat ruddy lady of Alain Bell shook her head lightly and said softly:

"No, Blake is very good."

When Blake heard this, his cheeks turned red, and he ran to Brian's side, pushed up the box and urged:

"Brother, let's go!"

Knowing that the boy was a little shy to be praised, Brian did not delay any longer, and after saying goodbye to Miss Alain Bell, he and Blake left the tavern with the box in tow.

On the way, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart:

"Blake's change is really big, could it be that some kind of supernatural ability is affected?"

Brian knew that Sherlock and Miss Alain Bell were both very professional professionals, and this speculation was not groundless, otherwise how could Blake have changed so much in a few days.

As it was difficult to carry a carriage with a suitcase, Brian and Blake walked up and down the streets, delaying for a long time before arriving at their destination, the Enwa Manor on Roba Street, where Mr. Kyle Wells lived.

At this time, the gate of Enwa Manor was open, and a few sparse people were coming and going.

Brian stopped and stared at it for a few moments, then walked over with Blake pushing the box.

A man dressed as a servant immediately stopped the two and asked:

"Who are the two?"

Brian introduced himself with one hand on his chest:

"I'm Brian Morris, a magician invited by Mr. Kyle."

Then he put his palm in front of Blake out of thin air and continued:

"This is my assistant Blake."

When the maid heard this, he suddenly made a gesture to invite in:

"The master has something to tell you, Mr. Brian, come with me."

Brian nodded, and followed the servant with Blake, and it wasn't long before the two entered a villa and were ushered into one of the rooms.

"Mr. Brian, this is the owner's lounge specially arranged for you, you wait here for a while, and when the party begins, I will come and call you."

After a few words of advice, the servant left the room and went on with other things.

After the door to the room was closed, Brian took out his pocket watch from his chest and gently pressed the bulge on it, and the pocket watch bounced open automatically, revealing the turning hands.

It's 10:53.

"Looks like we're here a little early." With that, Brian sat down on the soft bed in the room.

Pushing the box all the way, he was indeed a little tired.

Blake, on the other hand, seemed in good spirits, tapped his finger on the familiar box, then looked at Brian and asked:

"Brother, can I see what's inside?"

"Yes." Brian nodded and agreed.

With Brian's permission, Blake pushed open one of the side doors of the box with curiosity and excitement, and saw a dazzling array of things inside......

After Blake had finished checking the box, he looked at the magician on the bed and asked:

"These things don't seem to be magic props, are they?"

After studying with Brian for a while, Blake also learned that many magic tricks also need the help of props to achieve the desired effect.

"Of course they work, they're important performance props." Brian didn't explain specifically, and he couldn't explain it clearly, so he responded vaguely.

At this time, the door of the room was twisted open from the outside, and a middle-aged gentleman in a dress walked in, with an irrepressible smile on his face, and said apologetically:

"I'm Kyle Wells, the owner of this manor, and I heard that Mr. Bryan was here, so I didn't bother you, did I? Mr. Brian? ”

Brian was a little puzzled at first, but after listening to the other party, he got up from the bed:

"So you're Mr. Kyle, and my assistant and I just arrived, so you didn't bother us."

"That's good, that's good." Mr. Kyle said again and again:

"Since I saw your magic show at Mr. Huntington's house that day, I still remember it vividly."

Brian fell into memory for a moment, and now felt that the other side was a little familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere, and combined with Mr. Kyle's narration, it should have been the one performed at Miles' house.

Looking at Brian's recollection, Mr. Kyle stood aside and waited, but did not wait for a reply quickly, knowing that Brian should not have remembered for a while.

He didn't mind such a trivial matter, and "hehe" laughed out loud:

"The wheat wine from the Harvest Bar that Mr. Brian poured me that day tasted unique."

When Brian heard this, he immediately remembered who the other party was, the first person to experience his "Magic Cup" performance.

Then he smiled sheepishly:

"It's you."

Mr. Kyle laughed too, and then the two exchanged a few more polite words, and Mr. Kyle asked curiously:

"Mr. Brian, can you reveal the magic you're going to perform today?"

Brian shook his head:

"Mr. Kyle, if I tell you in advance about the magic trick I'm going to perform, you're going to lose the fun you deserve."

Brian's tone was soft, but the attitude in his words was very tough, which made Mr. Kyle not want to continue to ask, but in a different way.

Mr. Brian, I hope the magic is better today than it is at the Huntington house, can you do it?

"Of course." Brian replied with a confident expression:

"That's what you asked for when you invited me, and of course I'll go out of my way to do it."

"Well, that's good, that's good." Mr. Kyle nodded several times in succession, pleased with the reply.

"Mr. Brian, I still have some guests to receive, so I'll leave first."

"yes, okay Mr. Kyle."

Brian stood at the door of the room, watching Kyle leave, before beckoning into the room:

"Does Blake want to hang out with me?"

Blake, who had been standing by the side just now, instantly came to his senses and promised:

"Okay!"

The two left the room and stood at the door of the villa and looked outside.

They have a good view from this location, in addition to being able to see most of the flowers and trees used for decoration, they can clearly see the pedestrians coming and going at the gate of the manor.

And just as Brian looked at the gate of the manor, several familiar faces came into view.

Mr. Malediz Huntington and his wife, as well as Miles Huntington and Miss Natalie Theodore.

Old Mr. Malediz was not as sick as Brian had first seen him, but seemed to be in good spirits, even though he was full of gray hair.

Brian withdrew his gaze and didn't want to go up to say hello, the comparison was not very familiar to the two sides.

But just as he was thinking this, a bright female voice came into his ears.

"Brian, you're here!"

Brian followed the voice and found that it was Miss Natalie who had spotted him, and Miss Natalie's shout also attracted the attention of the Huntingtons, and they exchanged a few words with each other, and then walked in the direction of Brian.

"Looks like our plan to get out there is no play." Brian's words are both to Blake and emotional.

Soon, the Huntingtons and Miss Natalie came over.

Old Mr. Maldez quickened his pace, and was the first to come up to Brian, and said with a grateful expression:

"It's been a long time since I saw Mr. Brian, thank you for curing me that day, otherwise this old bone might have to go to my father."

Brian was a little ashamed of old Mr. Malediz's gratitude, because it was Miss Lulu who really cured the other party's illness, and he only made the need for potions, and ran errands.

"Mr. Malediz doesn't have to do that, it's my friend who really cures you, she's a very good pharmacist."

Brian chose to tell the truth and had no intention of taking the credit.

Old Mr. Malediz was stunned for a moment, and his expression did not change in the slightest, and he continued:

"No matter what, there is no doubt about your help to our family, if you need anything from my Huntington family, you can say it, and we will do our best to complete it."

Malediz changed his breath and said:

"Mr. Brian, I don't know what the pharmacist's name is? And where do you live? When I have time, I would like to come to the door and thank each other in person. ”

Although Maldez was older, his mind was still spinning quickly, and after knowing that his illness was cured by a pharmacist's medicine, he had the idea of getting acquainted with each other, so that any illness could be treated in time in the future.

Of course, repaying the favor is not a pretense, but his true thoughts.

Brian thought for a moment, a little hesitant.

Lulu spends her days studying potions in the troupe's pharmacy room, and her status is extremely special, making it unsuitable for her to have too much contact with ordinary people.

In the end, he chose to refuse for Miss Lulu:

"I'm sorry, but that pharmacist friend of mine doesn't like to interact with other people......"

Brian didn't make much sense of what he said, but he was sure that Mr. Malediz would understand.

Old Mr. Maldez nodded helplessly, thought for a moment and said:

"Then, Mr. Brian, if you need my help in the future, please don't be polite."

After a brief conversation, old Mr. Malediz departed with his wife and Miles, leaving only Miss Natalie where she was.

Miss Natalie watched as the Huntingtons' backs faded into the manor hall before she looked at Brian and said:

"Are you alright?"

Brian understood what the other party was asking, shook his head and smiled:

"It's okay, I'm fine now"

"Just take it," Miss Natalie nodded in her direction, and continued:

"That'...... I'm looking forward to the magic show you'll be waiting for. ”

With that, Miss Natalie also left.