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"Huh? You mean Lixiang's hug just now? It's just because we haven't seen each other for a long time. In fact, Miss Ophelia and I are quite close."

"Really? That's what I thought too much."

Cowles narrowed his eyes, seemingly thinking of a lot.

"Ah, brother Fang Han, why don't I know that young lady?"

Olga Marie was dazed by the side, and suddenly heard Fang Han's answer, and raised her hand anxiously.

It seems that a certain director of a small institute attaches great importance to his own identification.

As long as there is anything related to Fang Han, little Olga Marie will be very cautious, eager to get to the bottom of it.

In this regard.

Fang Han blinked and said with a smile: "How should I put it, this young lady will enter the astronomy department with Li Xiang in the future, and it is not impossible to say that we know each other in advance."

"...Well, is that so?"

Olga Marie was taken aback and couldn't help interjecting.

"Yes, if fate is a long river, then all of us will go home together.

"However, it is very rare for Urifis, who is only interested in experiments, to come down from the mountain. I wonder if there is any magic eye that I really want?"

Cowles suddenly asked his own question.

"Who knows, but they should be very rich."

The young lady from the astronomy department next to her opened her mouth slightly and muttered in a low voice.

Matthew looked around. Apart from Olga Marie, there were several other figures.

But I can't see clearly.The drifting mist finally dyed the platform white, making it impossible to see clearly.

"The fog is getting thicker."

The old mustard muttered to himself.

London has an alias of fog.

In fact, thick fog does often occur in winter, but that's not how London got its name.

The reason is smog.

After about the nineteenth century, along with the industrial revolution, coal was consumed in large quantities, which caused smoke and dust to be mixed into the fog, thus creating a smog that could not be distinguished even a few meters away, sealing off the capital of the empire on which the sun never sets .

But now, it is not this kind of smog that surrounds everyone.

Although it was thick enough to block everyone's sight, there was neither soot nor stench.

Only pure white continues to extend.If you stretch out your hand gently, you may be able to weave a heavenly garment. Suddenly Olga Marie had such a fairy-tale fantasy.

Then, finally heard it.

The white mist was shaken, and there was a loud voice like a Shabby opening a theater.

"Smudged—the siren sound..."

Li Xiang murmured.

An ancient and nostalgic sound that should have been abandoned long ago.

Being able to go directly to the bottom of my heart is something that modern trams have long lost.

A light split the white mist.

Graceful wheels appear on the track.

First is the locomotive that is breathing out smoke, and then the majestic car body is also revealed in its entirety.

All the magicians waiting here hadn't gathered yet, but there was a sudden exclamation in the waiting hall, and all the passengers looked in the same direction.

A ticket gate that was covered with a red carpet but never opened suddenly opened.

A ticket inspector in a brown uniform stepped out of the door.

It is the most normal thing for a ticket inspector to appear in a train station, but that ticket inspector is too special.

The dark green uniform is made of fine cashmere, the cuffs and trousers are embroidered with gold thread, the pocket watch tied with a gold chain is in the small pocket of the vest, and a complicated and simple badge hangs on the chest. It is an extremely luxurious tulip.

obviously.

Even if he is a staff member at this time.

However, his perfect magic costume is much higher than most of the noble magicians present!

Seeing this luxurious flight attendant, an old saying quietly rang in Fang Han's heart.

——Wealth and honor do not return to their hometowns, such as walking at night in brocade clothes, who knows?

With a humble smile, the ticket inspector walked across the hall to Fang Han and the others, and bowed slightly, "Is this Miss Kua Hinako? I will replace my master to welcome a great existence like you."

Fang Han froze for a few seconds, feeling quite miraculous.

Everyone around him was looking at him, some with envious eyes, and some with jealous eyes.

Obviously, the other party welcomes the beauty under the moon of Qin Hongzhi beside him.

A dead disciple of the true ancestor level, a fairy in the ancient legends of Gu Xia.

This treatment seems to be not uncommon, why everyone cast their eyes on themselves, I feel embarrassed.

Fang Han silently observed the surrounding situation, and suddenly realized.

Oh, right.

Turns out she was the goth maid I brought, so that's okay!

002 The clock tower most wants to "hug" No.1 with him! !

The train came to a slow stop, and the elegant doors opened.

I don't know if the owner of the car has implemented his own aesthetics in the way the door is opened, it looks like knights in line saluting.

Facing the welcome from the passengers, Fang Han naturally stepped forward and stepped onto the train without the slightest hesitation.

And the protagonist who was really invited, Kua Hinako dutifully took Mr. Fang's suit, and Matthew Guda Coles and others followed behind.

Immediately.

It is a fruity fragrance.

Fang Han walked into the carriage, and all he could see was a huge table with various fruits piled on it.

A man in a white hat was sitting on a chair next to him. He reached out and took a brightly colored apple, biting down on the skin.

He chewed, then turned to Fang Han and the others.

"Oh, a new guest is here!"

"You are the first batch at the London station entrance, it looks like you have brought a lot of money!"

"What do you mean?"

"...You are not a staff member of the magic eye collection train, are you?"

Regarding Cowles' question, the man nodded vigorously.

"Of course not! Don't wait... Could it be that you guys don't know me?!"

He patted his sleek white linen top, cleared his throat, and stood up.

It seemed that he was not recognized by the young man, which made him very disappointed.

Looking at his strange posture with the knife on his chest, Coles fell into thought.

"Uh, I seem to have seen it somewhere...it seems to be Zombie..."

"YES!"

Upon hearing the word from the boy, the man reached into his pocket.

He twirled the pistol he had taken out of it.

Ignoring the stunned magicians, he swapped the pistols that were still circling in his left and right hands, threw them up again, and caught them behind his back. The pistol seemed to be a part of his body. Finally, he put the pistol in front of his eyes , put a Pose.

"ZOMBIE COOKING! Come and enjoy charred zombie cooking with Jean Mario today!"

His performances are as cool as his famous lines, even top-notch entertainers have to bow down.

However, the few people present didn't know what the stalk was at all, so I'm really sorry.

Only Fang Han and Li Xiang looked at each other, and were taken aback for a moment.

Mario?The legendary plumber? !

"Oh, don't you two know? Let Mario's ZOMBIE COOKING."

"...Sorry, our family doesn't really watch variety shows."

That's right.

In fact, Fang Han's house is the only TV in Fuyuki's Tohsaka house, which is actually used for decoration.

Well, who let Fang Han stand up as Miss Lin with the title of electrical idiot.

And when it comes to the Modern Magic Department of the Clock Tower, Weber Velvet's TV is basically a game console, except for the daily must-have grand strategy games, probably only when Flatter lends Lynice some strange movies. will open.

In fact, compared to weird movies, girls prefer to watch their brother who teases her, which seems to be more enjoyable.

in the field.

Only Cowles said in a somewhat excited tone.