Mysteries: Arcana Wars

Fors was speechless for a moment. Fortunately, Henry did not think of waiting for someone's answer and just continued the conversation.

"Maybe he found a newspaper that gives more money."

Henry fumbled in his pocket and took out something that looked like tobacco leaves. He took out a few pieces and continued to chew them in his mouth, then rolled the rest up in newspaper and stuffed it together with the oxygen tank.

In the underground city, not every place has conditions suitable for human survival. A properly functioning underground city has at least one set of properly functioning life-support equipment, but this unattended passage may not have it. The general caves have good conditions, but just in case, people like Henry and Evan who have to travel all the time will still prepare oxygen cylinders for emergencies. Even Miss Christine has her own exclusive oxygen breathing equipment. Therefore, lighting a cigarette in the passage outside the underground city is really an unwise choice, and open flames will bring possible dangers.

"I know that those writers are very aloof. If they were not really poor and without status, who would be willing to spend their whole lives writing for people like us at the bottom of society? They have no money and no fame, and it would be embarrassing if it got out."

"It's not shameful to make money." Fors sighed.

"That's the truth, and I understand it. But not everyone understands it. If there's an opportunity to move up, who would stay at this third-rate newspaper?"

Henry smiled then.

"But no matter what, I am uneducated, but I just like this. I am still looking forward to that blacksmith killing all 24 empires in the Water Vapor Continent!"

"I would also like."

The crazy adventurer rarely expressed his admiration, which surprised Fors. She originally thought that Gehrman would prefer some high art, such as those headache-inducing epic volumes and literary masterpieces from the last era.

“Art should not be divided into high and low levels. At most, there should be differences in the level of the creators. The so-called high and low levels are just a means for those in power to divide the classes.”

As he spoke, the adventurer stepped forward and took out a few coins.

"Give me a copy of Tile Reading."

"You are a person of great taste. I bought this newspaper for you."

Henry's eyes lit up, and he immediately took out some coins from a small wallet and stuffed them into another large wallet, then handed the adventurer a newspaper.

"Would you like to get to know me and make friends?"

Henry extended his hand enthusiastically, and Klein immediately shook his hand.

"Gehrman Sparrow."

The smile on Henry's face froze for a moment. At this moment, the disadvantage of being too well-informed became apparent. He took a breath, and then the smile on his face brightened again.

"Okay, Mr. Sparrow, it's been a pleasure chatting with you. But I have to hurry back to Evernight Harbor to report. I look forward to seeing you next time."

After saying that, Henry quickly packed up his things and ran away.

After walking quickly for dozens of meters, Henry turned around again and smiled awkwardly.

"Ha, ha, look at my memory. I even took the wrong road. Haha..."

Fors subconsciously turned around to look at the newspaper seller who had taken the wrong road.

Klein hadn't planned to look, but suddenly he felt a breeze coming from behind. It was cool, refreshing, and mixed with the fragrance of nature's plants and trees. It definitely shouldn't be the wind that comes from an underground tunnel. He turned around in surprise.

A bright corridor stretched behind Klein.

The dark and depressing dungeon disappeared along with the people he was traveling with, and he once again came to this simple building in the Fifth Epoch style.

The window on the wall was open, and from time to time the soft smell of the rain outside, wrapped in sunlight, was sent into the cluttered corridor.

Klein recognized it immediately. This was the simple office building that Backlund University of Technology rebuilt after the apocalypse. Melissa, a senior member of the school, was here preparing for the resumption of classes for students. Now, the office building was empty except for the miscellaneous items piled up in the corridors.

At the end of the corridor, a familiar figure was walking towards Klein.

That's...Is Shizil!

At this time, Is was still dressed the same as last time. He was wearing a simple and neat traditional three-piece suit of Loen, with a short braid tied behind his head, and a straight beard on his face, probably in his thirties or forties. It seemed that this time was similar to the last time he was seen.

But his demeanor was completely different from the last time. The Is in front of him was not at all uneasy, excited, or focused as last time. Any lively colors on him faded, revealing a pale, inhuman indifference.

Is's eyes were not looking there, but just staring blankly ahead, walking forward slowly and steadily.

He walked towards Klein, with both hands clearly inserted in his fists, but Klein felt as if some invisible hands were manipulating something in the air. Klein then opened his eyes wide to see, trying to break free from the restraints and use all his spiritual power to "observe".

This difficult effort seemed to have succeeded. Klein vaguely saw some faint, colorful lines emerging around Is. They emerged from all directions as Is moved forward, and were knotted, woven, and entangled by countless invisible hands. Some old lines were torn off and new lines were connected. Finally, as Is left, the lines behind him disappeared into the air.

This Yi Si... he really did something that Melissa didn't know about!

Everything he had seen in the illusion in the past was now playing in Klein's mind. All the clues were now converging in his mind, and finally he was given a terrible guess.

Could it be that “he” is… not even human!?

Klein couldn't see clearly. Those dense lines appeared and disappeared in his vision, and occasionally disappeared and reappeared. Pain gradually spread to Klein's eyes, piercing into his mind along the nerves, shaking his precarious will.

Thick liquid flowed from Klein's eye sockets and flowed down his cheeks, leaving a noticeable burning sensation. He looked too "hard", and it seemed that this was something he shouldn't have seen, but he was trying to use all his strength to break through this layer of shackles.

Surrounded by colorful lines, Is walked slowly and firmly past Klein, but Klein could do nothing. He poured all his mental energy into "observing" the silk thread, and lost control of his limbs. He could only turn his head and watch Is walk past him and towards the door behind him.

【Dean’s Office】

【Professor Melissa Moretti】