He Became a Salted Fish After Inheriting Millions of Secret Arts

Al shook off the gown and showed it to Duan Feizhuo inside and out, with pride in his mother's craftsmanship in his eyes.

"Please try it on, and pay the balance if it fits. If it doesn't fit, I'll take it back for my mother to modify." He paused, and added, "There is no extra charge for modifying the size. Our Weiliu Tailor Shop The purpose is to modify until you are satisfied!"

"Uh, well..."

Duan Feizhuo let Al enter the house. The boy wandered into the room curiously, with his hands behind his back, looking around like a curious little sparrow.

"Sir, do you live alone?"

No, I also live with a battered sword that talks. Duan Feizhuo glanced at the Sword in the Stone that he put on the cabinet.

"Yes, yes..." he replied.

"It's strange, don't you have a servant in your family?" Al was puzzled, "A single gentleman in London needs a servant to help with housework."

"I... I just came to London from Aberdeen, and I haven't had time to find a servant yet."

"So that's why you came from so far away!"

Just a few days ago, Duan Feizhuo was still living a poor life. It would be good to support himself. How could he have any spare time to hire servants? And now, although he inherited Joseph's inheritance and had spare money on hand, he didn't have time to find a servant at all.

In the concept of modern people, it is quite strange to find a personal servant. But in the Victorian era, it was unreasonable for a middle-class single male to not have a servant or housekeeper. Even Watson and Holmes regard Mrs. Hudson, the landlady, as their housekeeper!

There is a full-length mirror in Duan Feizhuo's bedroom. He walked into the bedroom with the dress and gestured in the mirror. The style of the dress suits him well. He was about to try it on when Al behind him suddenly gasped.

"Sir, is your house broken into?!" The boy asked in horror, "Did you lose something? Do you need me to call the police for you?"

Duan Feizhuo turned around, "No. Why do you ask that?"

The boy pointed at his bedroom, his fingers trembling, as if he had seen a devil dancing.

Duan Feizhuo looked around. His bedroom...is it so unsightly?

When he first arrived in London, he experienced a series of incredible events, and he didn't have time to tidy up the house. He had just woken up, so the bed was naturally left unmade, and the sheets and bedding were as if they had encountered a tornado. The suitcase was open and clothes were strewn everywhere. As long as he holds it in his hand, it doesn't matter if the items are a little messy. Of course, in the eyes of outsiders, this is too unkempt and sloppy.

... Having said that, isn't the room of modern older single youths full of virtues? Does Al need to be so surprised?

The young man looked at him hesitantly, then shook his head and said with difficulty, "Sir, let me put it on for you."

He took the dress from Duan Feizhuo and put it on for him one by one. Duan Feizhuo stood in front of the mirror like a puppet, letting Al button his buttons.

He saw the boy blushing, obviously wanted to say something, but was too embarrassed to say so.

"Al, you can say whatever you want, it's okay, I can bear it."

"...Mr. Nothing." Al sullenly said, "My mother said that you can't dictate other people's living habits at will."

"...I always feel that you have a big opinion on my living habits."

Al took a deep breath, and asked anxiously, "Since you asked me to say it, can I say it?"

"Well, it's okay, just tell me!"

Al straightened up, clenched his fists, and yelled "I can't take it!"

Duan Feizhuo was taken aback, "What?"

"I'm sorry, sir, but I can't bear it! A London gentleman's house must never be so cluttered! Excuse me, please wait a moment!"

Al started tidying up the room with the speed of a storm. With incredible skills, he straightened the sheets, laid out the bedding, rolled up the scattered clothes, and put them neatly into the closet.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve, looking at the fruits of his labor with satisfaction. "I'm sorry sir, time is tight, so we can only pack it up like this. You can just make it up."

Duan Feizhuo stood there at a loss, watching the room become tidy and bright as if by magic. This is also called "will be"?

He watched the boy carefully. His mother wouldn't stop until the clothes were changed to her liking, and he himself couldn't help tidying up the messy room he saw.

"Al, does your whole family suffer from obsessive-compulsive disorder?" Duan Feizhuo asked carefully.

"What is obsessive-compulsive disorder?" It was the first time the teenager heard the term.

"I just feel uncomfortable if I don't put things in order."

Al thought about it. "It seems to be! So this is obsessive-compulsive disorder? Is this a serious disease?" He asked worriedly.

"Hmm...it may be good for people who are engaged in certain jobs." Duan Feizhuo had mixed feelings.

He tried on the clothes and found that they were the right size. He handed over the balance to Al and sent the boy out.

"By the way, sir." Al stood at the door and said back, "Although I was rejected by you yesterday, I still want to ask, are you willing to accept me as an apprentice? My mother said that the tuition fee for a occultist like you is definitely not expensive." It's cheap, our family may not be able to afford such an expensive expense now. And the more I learn about mystical philosophy, the more dangerous it becomes. I can definitely go to a safer job. But..."

He lowered his head and rubbed his foot against the carpet, "I still want to be a mystic! Even if it's dangerous, I'm willing! Otherwise, how can I protect my mother and the one I love? As for the tuition, I can pay while I work." study…"

His eyes rolled, as if he had come up with some brilliant idea, "That's right! Do you need a valet! I can be your valet for free, and the wages are used to cover tuition fees! Even if you don't hire me, You must hire someone else, so I am not as good as you! I am loyal to you and will never reveal your secrets!"

Duan Feizhuo heard a burst of hysterical laughter. He realized that it was Jian Zhongjian laughing.

"Oh, since it's free labor delivered to your door, you can accept it!"

"But he wants me to teach him mystical philosophy!" Duan Feizhuo said loudly, "How can I teach him?"

Al shivered and looked around nervously, "Sir, who are you talking to?"

Shi Zhongjian said again, "Didn't Joseph give you some books? Just read to him. If he learns it, it means he is a malleable talent. If he can't learn it, it means he is not this material, and it has nothing to do with your teaching level."

Duan Feizhuo calmed down a little. Although this broken sword is very inconspicuous, it will occasionally make constructive comments.

He not only has the book left by Joseph, but also the notes that Z gave him. During this period of time, he was busy with the blind box and had no time to read it. Thinking about it carefully, it is also time to study them.

He glanced at Al, who looked expectant. Of course, it is impossible for him to be a mentor to a teenager at his level, but maybe the two of them can be classmates?

Besides, Al was willing to be a free servant. This made Duan Feizhuo a little tempted. In this era, there are no technological products such as vacuum cleaners and dishwashers that liberate human hands. If Al could take care of his daily life, he would have a fair and just reason to lie down and be a salted fish, wouldn't it be great?

But what if Al found out about his secret and found out that he knew nothing about esoteric philosophy?

All kinds of thoughts were at war in Duan Feizhuo's mind. In the end it was a sad weakness of human nature - laziness prevailed.

"Okay then—" Duan Feizhuo dragged his voice, "I will accept you reluctantly. However, whether you can learn the secret technique, and how advanced the secret technique can be learned, is beyond my control. It depends. Your own talent. If you don't have it, it doesn't matter who your mentor is."

Al's face lit up, and his whole body seemed to be shining.

"Of course I understand!" He was trembling with excitement, "I don't want to learn any profound secret art, as long as I can follow you, I am satisfied, sir! No... Master!"

Duan Feizhuo had a chill, "Don't call me master, others will think I have some strange hobbies!"

However, Al didn't listen to Duan Feizhuo's words at all, and kept talking to his "master" and "master" short.

"Master, do you need me to help you change your clothes?"

"Master, what do you have for breakfast?"

"Master, when do we start studying?"

Duan Feizhuo had goose bumps all over his body when he heard the word "Master". He dropped the sentence "I'm going downstairs to the restaurant for breakfast" and rushed into the bathroom.

After hastily washing up, he was about to go to the Raven restaurant downstairs, when he came out of the bathroom, he saw that breakfast was already set on the dining room table.

Al was wiping the chairs with a rag, and smiled at him, "I took it upon myself to bring you breakfast!"

He pulled out the chair and bowed slightly, "Please sit down, master."

Duan Feizhuo covered his chest. Is this the boring daily life of the upper class? Yi Lai stretches out his hand, rice comes to open his mouth, it's simply - it's his ideal life!

He suddenly felt that it was not a bad idea to accept such a little apprentice and little manservant.

Under Al's service, the dishes at the Raven Restaurant, which had always tasted delicious, tasted extraordinarily delicious today. No, what is delicious is not the dishes, but the taste of leisure and work.

After breakfast, Al went to the Raven Restaurant to return the plates. Duan Feizhuo hastily took out the notebook that Z gave him, glanced at it briefly, and memorized the contents of the first few pages.

Al will be back soon. Duan Feizhuo called him into the study, and pointed to the notes spread out on the table, "These are some basic theoretical knowledge, which is very suitable for beginners. Since you want to learn esoteric philosophy, you must master this knowledge. Sit down , I'll read it with you."

"Together? Why?" Al tilted his head, "Does a occult master like you still need to learn the knowledge of beginners?"

Duan Feizhuo racked his brains to think of excuses, "This... There is a famous saying in the East called 'Learn the New by Reviewing the Past. Not too many times.”

"So it is!" Al exclaimed in reverence, "As expected of the master! So knowledgeable, yet so humble!"

He moved a chair and sat obediently beside Duan Feizhuo. Duan Feizhuo suddenly felt that he was back in the study room of the university. He couldn't even remember the last time he studied so hard.

"The first lesson we're going to learn is the classification of mystical philosophy." He pretended to recite what he had just memorized, "Mysterious philosophy is divided into seven major disciplines. One is alchemy, which studies the transformation of matter. The other is spiritualism , to study how to communicate with things that do not exist in this world. The third is divination, also known as prediction, the knowledge of seeing through the past, future and everything. The fourth is magic, the knowledge of making various occult items. The fifth is Illusion, which can create phantoms, manipulate the five senses, and even control the mind. The sixth is spell grammar, which studies how to use language to control nature. The last is arcane geometry. People who study this knowledge believe that everything in the world can be condensed into geometric figures , and you can control everything through these graphics. My uncle, the former owner of the secret trading house, is best at arcane geometry."

Al listened fascinatedly, "Then which subject are you best at?"

"I don't have what I'm best at," Duan Feizhuo said. This is true. He doesn't know anything, and of course he doesn't have the best skills.

"That is to say, you are good at every subject?" Al's expression became more and more reverent.

Duan Feizhuo held his forehead. Why does this kid always understand his words in a different way?