Mr. Dunn Wants to Punch Leonard

"I understand."

Listening to the overlapping responses in his ears, Sno faintly detected a hint of impatience and anxiety. Although he knew it was likely his imagination, he could still understand Klein's mood at the moment.

"If this continues, I'm afraid I'll become Mr. Fool's most disliked believer," Sno grinned, ending his daily prayer. He returned to the dining table and said softly in Ancient Hermes, "Thank you, Fool, for my breakfast."

"Meow?" Lily leaped lightly onto the table, letting out a human-like meow. Sno rolled his eyes.

"You only come when you hear breakfast? Even though you're both 'meow,' you're still a far cry from that other 'meow'!"

Despite his words, he mashed boiled chicken breast with eggs to make cat food and handed it to the little one.

After finishing her breakfast, the little one immediately jumped into the cat bed by the bed. Although she appeared to be dozing, she was actually meditating.

That's right, meditating.

To engrave this skill into Lily's instincts, Sno had paid the price of being a cat for three hours every day.

Yes, his possession of Lily wasn't just for walks and flirting with witches; it was also to imprint "conditioned reflexes" onto her.

The Sequence 8, Pavlov's Dog, was quite interesting. Like most Sequence 8s, it didn't possess any extraordinary abilities that could influence a battle. Besides strengthening the physical body, its core ability was "conditioned reflexes."

This sequence allowed one to quickly form conditioned reflexes, thereby accelerating the mastery of skills that required so-called "muscle memory," such as shooting and combat.

At the same time, it could also be applied to animals. That is, as he had done before, projecting a portion of his consciousness into an animal and then controlling the animal to train. After a certain number of repetitions, the animal would spontaneously form conditioned reflexes and learn the ability.

However, because of "A Foot of Rod," Sno could maintain this ability for a long time, which allowed him the luxury of borrowing Lily's body to go out.

Actually, he felt that Lily should have learned to speak first.

It was a pity that even though two days had passed since she drank the Assassin potion, Lily still showed no intention of speaking—

Sno even suspected that the little one was playing him.

Of course, this was just a joke. By pre-emptively using the abilities of Pavlov's Dog, he had already imprinted his loyalty into Lily's instincts. Otherwise, he wouldn't have dared to feed her the Assassin potion. As for why she hadn't learned to speak yet, Sno felt it was more likely that language and conditioned reflexes weren't directly related.

After typing on the typewriter for a while longer, Sno organized the manuscript. He hadn't achieved much else in the past half month, but he had written four-fifths of "Phantom Blood." As soon as he returned to Backlund, he would submit the book—as Backlund's famous veterinarian, Sno's connections naturally included editors.

However, compared to considering these things, he had more important matters today.

Glancing back at the clock, which now pointed to eleven, Sno put on the double-breasted, high-collared formal wear he hadn't worn in half a month, donned a semi-high silk top hat, picked up his silver-inlaid yew cane, packed the manuscript into his briefcase, and had Lily perch on his shoulder. In this highly attention-grabbing attire, he stepped out of the hotel room.

The hotel staff, having heard some whispers about this guest who had stayed for half a month, showed looks of surprise as they saw him leave his room.

However, how a guest chose to stay was their own business, and no one came forward to strike up a conversation out of curiosity.

After crossing a few streets, Sno saw a location he had only seen in dreams. It wasn't an exaggeration; Dunn had indeed brought him there in a dream. Yes, this was the police station located on Zotlan Street.

"Sir, may I ask what you need?" Whether it was because Sno's appearance was too striking or because his aura was sufficiently upright, the police officer who greeted him was very polite.

Undoubtedly, this was a believer of the Night Goddess.

"My name is Sno von Perrdax. I'm here to see Mr. Dunn. Um, I believe he's a Senior Inspector." Sno flashed a polite smile, and his sunny, handsome smile immediately made the rather sweet-looking police officer blush—

"Mr. Dunn? Um, I'll go and ask for you."

The police officer clearly didn't recognize the name, but she nodded and left with small, quick steps.

However, the officer never returned. Instead, as Sno began to idly play with the cat out of boredom, Mr. Dunn, with his deep gray eyes, appeared before him.

Dunn cut to the chase, leading him directly into an office. "Mr. Perrdax, what can I do for you?"

"I just want to confirm whether that was a dream or not." As soon as Sno spoke, Dunn's heart immediately became vigilant because his not-so-good memory finally recalled that when he had asked this man, it had been in a dream!

This wasn't Dunn's fault for being careless. Frankly, if the man hadn't come to him, he would have almost forgotten that he had once questioned such a person!

But would a normal person really come looking for him because of a dream?

"Mr. Dunn, perhaps for you, it was just a question, but I've been troubled these past few days. That dream was so vivid, and after I woke up, I found traces of someone having been in my room. You should understand that I'm in a state of avoiding disaster, and this situation has made me lose sleep and appetite. I struggled with this for a full week before finally making up my mind..."

Listening to Sno's rambling, Dunn roughly understood and decided to criticize Leonard when he got back. He then nodded.

"Don't worry, I have no intention of harming you..." Dunn soothed Sno, trying to calm his emotions. Sno turned his head, took a deep breath from Lily, and finally relaxed, sighing.

"Mr. Dunn, I've heard some information about extraordinary beings in Backlund's circles before, but I thought it was just a story back then. However, your appearance confirmed the existence of extraordinary beings for me, so I wanted to inquire if I could become an extraordinary being."

"Mr. Perrdax, this is not something you should know." Dunn put on a serious expression, his deep eyes carrying a majesty that seemed to draw in one's soul—

"The realm of extraordinary beings is very dangerous, and I do not advise you to join this circle. However, if you are truly determined, you can join one of the three major churches and, after a certain assessment, obtain the qualification for this."

"I understand. Thank you for the information." Sno took off his semi-high silk top hat and bowed with his hand on his chest. Then, just as Dunn was considering whether to pay close attention to him, he suddenly heard Sno speak again, "Oh, right, Mr. Dunn, I've been cooped up in the hotel for half a month. I'd like to find another Diviner to perform a divination for me. Do you have any reliable recommendations?"