Chapter 45 The Circus

On the other side, the Kingdom of Lansu.

In the courtyard of a detached villa far away from the town, a young girl was lying on the table in the courtyard.

At this time, there was a bronze birdcage on the table.

Inside the cage was a small coffee-brown bird with spots of white spots on its body.

The little bird was jumping up and down in the delicate birdcage, while the girl propped her face, shaking her legs, and shouted in the direction of the house:

"Della~Della~"

Not long after the melodious voice sounded, a maid trotted all the way out of the house:

"What's the matter? Miss Shay?"

The maid was still holding a rag in her hand, and she seemed to be doing cleaning work.

And the reason for calling the maid

"Della, what's it called?"

"Sorry, miss, I don't know either. You caught this little bird. I just bought a cage."

The maid scratched her cheek in embarrassment.

"Really, don't you know?"

The girl named Shai looked back at the little bird flying up and down in the cage, with doubts in her eyes:

"Well, what are the characteristics of the bird catcher? How should I imitate, and how can I act to grasp the symbol of the bird catcher?"

She turned her head, her beautiful dark green pupils turned golden yellow, and she moved her gaze to several story books stacked on the table:

"Bird Poem", "Barn Raiders", "Crow Song", "Mockingbird's Feather"

The pupils that have become like eagle eyes make the names of these books more colorful.

Yago, who raised his perspective through the third-person option, didn't notice anything wrong until he left the gentleman's club.

And along the way, he deliberately created a series of psychological activities, and he didn't see any special responses from anyone.

Whether his mental activity was killing the man in the thorn tree or setting fire to the club, it didn't matter.

Taking the bad result that has already been discovered as the starting point of thinking, and repeatedly using the psychological activity that will be killed after being read as a tentative method, there is still nothing abnormal.

That is, no one is trying to read his mental activity?

After making such an uncertain judgment, he began to think about another thing.

That is the means of mastering the "sequence".

"Learning", "Imitating", "Representing"

These three words were key words that appeared several times when Friesen explained the potion.

The power of the potion cannot be fully mastered immediately after drinking it, it needs to be digested and mastered through "learning", "imitation", and "embodiment".

Although a little surprised, it was still expected.

Compared with "learning", "imitation", and "embodiment", the most important explanation is that the power cannot be mastered immediately after using the potion.

The method of mastering the ability also surprised him.

Although the name of the potion is written there, it is not difficult to imitate the behavior of a gambler without a breakthrough, but for ordinary people, the method of mastering something is the first thought of most people. probably all—

"Practice makes perfect"

Yago's idea at the beginning was to constantly use skills to brush up proficiency, and meditation.

After all, when entering the game, tell him about the "meditation card" or something.

Want to play the gambler?

It's like there's a casino in a gentlemen's club.

And at this moment, Friesen's voice sounded:

"The carriage is here~ I'm really serious, are you still thinking about which one to choose? Don't worry, you have time to choose slowly."

"I see."

Yago came back to his senses, and got into the public carriage with Friesen and Alenasia.

The direction of the stagecoach is mostly in the neighborhood with a lot of people. The route of this stagecoach is from the Gentleman’s Club along the West Flame Road, from the Furnace Road, passing through the Civic Square, passing through the old commercial district, passing through the Diroud Bridge to the commercial district , and then go east along the East Flame Road through the new business district to the terminal.

Although there are not many people now, only 6 people, the stagecoach still set off.

Sitting on the seat of the open carriage, Yago silently listened to the discussion of the color of his eyes by the people in the front seat, and then shifted his gaze to Captain Friesen sitting beside him:

"Let's investigate again, in what capacity?"

Hearing this, Friesen blinked, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth:

"Although you may not believe it, I am a forensic doctor."

Forensic?

Yago was slightly taken aback.

Did the Victorians have forensics?

No, no, this is an overhead world.

"You also know that my ability is very suitable." Friesen said words that in the eyes of others were probably boastful.

"Is there anything wrong with a forensic doctor, a detective, and a nun going to the scene of the crime together?"

Immediately afterwards, he stretched out his right hand with a smile, put it on the back of the car seat behind Yago, and looked at Alenaxia:

"Oh, yes, nuns are not supposed to be at the scene of a crime."

He had no scruples, ignoring the expressions of the old man in the tuxedo in the front seat and the man and woman in the left seat and said with a smile.

"Mr. Jodhwa, that lady is a devout believer of the goddess, and she is also a believer. Although I can't do anything, I hope my prayers can make her soul leave with peace of mind."

Alainasia handled Friesen's vicious teasing skillfully.

The term soul naturally exists in this world.

Those ladies, ladies and gentlemen in the gentleman's club are not extraordinary, but in their extravagant games, there are two items of psychic and divination.

After saying this, Alenasia launched a counterattack:

"Since Mr. Edward doesn't welcome me to go with him, it doesn't matter, I will leave."

After the quiet and gentle Alainasia said this, the others, including the coachman who turned his head and glanced because he was curious about the topic, all focused their attention on Friesen.

As an aristocrat, the family's education is mostly about various etiquettes and ways of speaking. The skills of coc are the skills of various "social" branches.

Seeing that Alenasia skillfully and unobtrusively used language and temperament to put a victim shield on herself, Yago couldn't help but smile in his heart.

Besieged by sight, Friesen couldn't help coughing tactically, his eyes drifted, trying to find a topic.

After turning his eyes around, his eyes lit up, and he said to Diego who was sitting beside him:

"By the way, Diego, do you want to go to the circus performance in a few days?"

"Circus?" Yago looked at where Friesen was watching.

While they were chatting nonsense, the carriage had already entered Furnace Road. In the middle of a huge square, many carriages were heard. Around the carriages, there were many cages containing animals, and a group of people were setting up tents. Come is just here.

The eyes of everyone on the carriage also turned to the huge square.

"Yes, it seems to be called Philip's Circus."

Friesen, who successfully changed the subject, smiled.