Conan: Start with three choices, but sequence potion

Chapter 59 Is the equipment in place?
".You better tell me this is not part of Sefirah Castle."

The fortune teller An He swallowed and said dryly.

"I seriously suspect that this is because you stole Klein's honorable name."

The thief An He was the first to put the blame on him.

"At least there's no sudden resurrection of some kind of Will of the God or Will of the Fool." An He, a spectator, was more optimistic. He bravely stepped forward and touched the deep red stars that covered the ground and spread to the depths of the sea of fog.

"It actually feels pretty good." He raised his eyebrows and tried to pick up a star the size of a fingernail, but he only got nothing, as if a shadow had passed by.

"Look, there's no mysterious person being pulled up here. This is just a projection."

"I hope so." The fortune teller An He looked at the "beach" of special color with a worried look on his face.

"Don't worry, if this spiritual island is really Sefirah Castle and the Chaos Sea, the world would have been in chaos long ago. How could it still function normally like it does now?" The thief An He looked indifferent, his main goal was to play badly. "It's just like an earthquake. You don't need to run away from a small earthquake, but you can't run away from a big one."

"No matter how it was achieved, at least our goal has been achieved." He sensed it a little bit, and the vague connection with the island of the mind became more and more solid.

If I must describe it, it's like the connecting part between the water pipe and the water tank is finally sealed, allowing water to flow into the water tank unimpeded without leaking in the middle.

The sea of fog surrounding the island became as controllable as a finger. Originally, they could only use the fog to materialize some simple things. For example, after a certain Anhe's consciousness surfaced, other Anhe could only rely on the curtain of fog rising from the sea of fog to see flowers in the fog. But now, it seems that the sea of fog has become their innate organ and can be changed at will according to their will.

When observing reality, it is no longer a "big screen" but "ultra-real VR". Except for the lack of control over the body, all six senses are synchronized.

They are more like a whole.

The spiritual reserve issue that fortune tellers were most concerned about before has been perfectly solved.

"This mist can be used to activate abilities." The audience's tone was a bit complicated.

"To be honest, it's a bit scary." Even the most careless thief felt a chill down his spine after realizing this.

"Not afraid of losing control, not afraid of madness, and even promotion does not require the preparation of potions. What are we?"

Neither the audience nor the fortune teller answered.

They all knew the secret, and the answer was obvious.

Potions and Beyonder traits have the same effect.

"Wait!" The fortune teller's face suddenly changed and he pushed the audience to the ground.

"Tell this guy to stop thinking about it. If this is really the worst case scenario, the more he thinks about it, the bigger the trouble we will be in!"

"This is... unreasonable." The audience's faces were pushed to the ground, and their mouths were covered tightly by the fortune teller, making unclear sounds.

"That's right, it's unreasonable! Who the hell is like you, the audience, who thinks about what is unreasonable every day? Reality is unreasonable!" The thief also joined in.

After a lot of nonsense, the three of them finally returned to their former peace.

After all, life has to go on.

Even if the sky is going to fall one day, at least it won’t be today.

"Anyway, I've lived so many more days and traveled through time twice!" The thief was very content. Most people don't have this opportunity.

"It's come to this, let's go to sleep first."

The fortune teller lay obediently in the center of the island of his mind, pulling a piece of mist as a small quilt. Before he could fall asleep peacefully, he was stopped by the audience.

"By the way, what is the promotion ceremony for Sequence 7 Fortune Teller?"

"Perform a magic show that subverts other people's common sense."

"That's pretty easy." The thief clicked his tongue.

"It's hard to say." The fortune teller shook his head. "Since you want to subvert other people's common sense, then the conventional magic tricks that normal magicians can do, such as escaping from desperate situations and making people come alive, definitely don't count. I really can't think of any good ideas at the moment." "Okay." The audience lay down on his wine barrel and waved weakly, "Good night, us."

"Good night."

"The first awakener; the supreme truth of chaos and disorder; not of this era"

"Stop reading." The thief grabbed a white top hat and threw it over, covering the fortune teller's face.

"No, I just want to say." The fortune teller took off his hat and clasped his hands together like a devout believer. "If there really is such a 'Original Peace', at least let me live a peaceful life in this world, eating and waiting for death, considering that we are of the same origin."

"Haha." The thief laughed sarcastically.

Be quiet on the island of your mind.

The next day, since the fortune teller had just been promoted and the audience wanted to take a closer look at the more detailed changes in the Mind Island, the only candidate left for the person to float up to consciousness was the thief.

As soon as he woke up from his sleep, An He felt a dull pressure that made him feel breathless.

He opened his eyes and saw the ragdoll cat curled up on his chest.

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Holding Xiao Ai by the scruff of the neck, An He threatened her as she grumbled in dissatisfaction: "You should lose weight in the next month. When you first came, you weighed 7 catties, and now you're already over 10 catties."

"Hmm." Xiao Ai licked her paws guiltily and began to rub her milk on the pillow.

After locking Ai in the room, An He walked to the living room, intending to let Amon out to get some fresh air.

"You need to be my spy. If Mr. Miyano secretly gives this guy extra food, report it to me truthfully. Do you understand?"

While adding water and food to Amon's trough, Anhe gave it tasks.

I don't know whether it could understand what I said or not, but it made a spirited "ga" sound in a loud voice.

"Om-"

The cell phone rang.

An He took it out and saw that it was the phone he bought. Mr. Miyano sent him a Line message.

[Come down when you wake up. Come with me to the research institute today. ]

In order to prevent her from discovering his whereabouts through location sharing, An He turned off his mobile phone yesterday and only turned it on after he came back.

Miyano Shiho must have noticed that he had gotten up by his changed position, so she sent this message.

But today is a day off, right?
An He looked at the time on his phone. Today was September 9th, Saturday.

Is there anything that requires Mr. Miyano to go on his day off, and is there anything that requires him to go to the research institute with him?

An He thought for a while, and then thought of something -

Maybe the gun that was previously applied for him has arrived.

With this guess in mind, An He couldn't help but feel happy.

After such a long time, is it possible that Mr. Miyano has equipment that can drop besides gold coins?

You know, the audience now has mental shock, and even if it attracts hatred, there is psychological suggestion, which is a magical skill for skipping classes. And the fortune teller has even more unique skills after being promoted to Sequence 7.

He was the only poor cryptographer who had no combat ability and could only rely on trickery. If he could have a pistol to carry with him, his sense of security would be greatly enhanced.

He immediately washed and changed his clothes, then went downstairs with brisk steps.

(End of this chapter)