The immortal body is called Teevat

"How is it? Have you found out the details of that guy? What is his purpose in approaching Cesar?"

Lorenzo said calmly, "That has nothing to do with me. Anyway, judging from his conversation, he is indeed a scholar from Liyue, not a fake."

"It should be just a simple cooperation between scholars and magicians. There should be no other purpose. Even if there is other purpose, as long as it does not conflict with us, we can just turn a blind eye."

"That's good. I hope this scholar can do his job well and not do anything out of line. Otherwise, I think we will have to have a new target in our plan to eliminate."

"Get rid of him? Are you crazy? Isn't killing one person enough for your so-called plan?"

"Don't forget, if he dies, then Cecel is also dead. Aren't we the two biggest suspects then?"

"You lunatic! Do you really want to make the murder known to everyone in Fontaine Court?"

"But if we don't get rid of him, how can our plan succeed? After all, everything is based on the fact that there is a problem with the magic item."

"But if a scholar has made precise measurements, it would be very difficult for us to tamper with the data. Do we really want to keep the scholar alive? It would be better to kill him altogether."

"You promised me that you would not kill again. You said that killing only one person would be enough. Why did you kill again? Answer me, Gemma."

"Lorenzo, why do you take this matter so lightly? Do you think that if we don't kill him, our plan will succeed?"

"When the plan is exposed, my identity as Phantom Thief Diao will be known to everyone. And you are also a man who cooperates with Phantom Thief Diao, you! Hehehehe!"

"By then, you won't be able to escape the charge of killing your master. You won't be Cesar's favorite disciple Lorenzo anymore, but the most despised guy in the magic world."

"Think about it, Lorenzo, don't be so naive. Sometimes things don't go as you wish. Killing one person is enough."

"You have no way out in the current situation. If you want to quit, then there is no other way. I can only drag you down with me."

Lorenzo's face turned red with anger at Gemma's words. He pointed at Gemma several times but in the end he couldn't say anything.

He understood that everything Gemma said was right, and there was no turning back since he embarked on this boat, but he clearly just wanted to be famous and make money with his magic.

But your teacher Cesar never seemed willing to give him this opportunity. He never let him stand in front of the screen to perform magic for the audience. He just wanted him to be his assistant. What future can he have in his life?

Lorenzo hesitated for a long time and finally put down his hand pointing at Gemma unwillingly, then said helplessly: "I'll listen to you, but don't kill anyone again. I don't want both of us to go to jail after the plan succeeds."

"Don't worry, it's just getting rid of a scholar. In Fontaine City, which has such a large population base, even if a scholar from Liyue is missing, it won't cause any waves."

……

Wu Cheng's passionate creative time changed from the bright sun at noon to the setting sun at dusk, and just when Wu Cheng was about to leave and return to the hotel.

When he turned around, he saw that there were six or seven novelists standing behind him, staring at the manuscript of the novel he had written.

When Wu Cheng saw this scene, he cried out in his heart, "Oh no! It seems that I will waste a lot of my time again."

Then, several authors behind Wu Cheng saw that Wu Cheng was about to leave and tried to persuade him to stay, saying, "Sir, your work is so well written. It has the flavor of Mr. Qingshan, the founder of contemporary realistic detective novels..."

Then they said a few more things, and the summary was that they really hoped that as novel authors they could talk with Wu Cheng and exchange creative experiences.

When Wu Cheng heard them discussing Mr. Qingshan, the founder of the real detective fiction school, he suddenly vaguely remembered that Mr. Qingshan should be himself if he guessed correctly.

When he reported his works to Steambird Newspaper, he changed his pen name to Qingshan. After that, no one cared too much about it and he also hoped that Steambird Newspaper would keep his information confidential.

He just knew that his work was very popular, and that he had harvested a lot of weak faith power to restore Weili's strength, that was all. As for the other things he found out, it was useless.

Now it seems that Mr. Qingshan's identity is probably not just a popular novelist. When the novelists in front of me talk about Qingshan, they all consciously or unconsciously hope that they can also write a true detective novel like Qingshan. And they also said that they would continue to create with this as an example.

Looking at their appearance, Wu Cheng thought that they seemed to be full of their own worship for Qingshan, the unknown novel author. But like the people of Fontaine before, because the object of worship was unknown, the faith that arrived in Wu Cheng was very weak.

And as the heat of the Mange restaurant massacre has gradually subsided, the power of faith has been maintained at a normal level in the past few days, slowly decreasing every day and no longer increasing.

From the perspective of impermanence, it can be seen that the people of Fontaine are gradually forgetting this case, so it is normal that many people who worshipped him in a whim no longer worship him.

But this has little to do with Wu Cheng, these things can be discussed slowly later. Besides, he is not good at such negotiations.

Wu Cheng then rejected them with an indifferent look and said to them, "I'm really sorry, I still have a lot of things to do."

"If we can meet again next time, it would be fine for us to discuss a creative issue then." Wu Cheng did not forget to paint a big picture for them.

The authors were still thinking about what they had just said, so they continued to ask Wu Cheng: "Well, sir, can you spare a few minutes of your time to talk about your philosophy in writing this detective novel?"

"After all, we authors also want to learn from your creative philosophy. After all, what we write is either not realistic enough, or too gorgeous and covers up the so-called exciting plot of the detective story..."

Wu Cheng suddenly felt a bit overwhelmed. It would not be good to say no to an answer. After all, these guys in front of them did provide some meager faith for themselves, but answering would definitely be a boring process.

How does he know what his own creative ideas are? His creative ideas are just to write about the real events at that time.

This is a documentary technique. We can't tell these novel writers that they can just kill a dozen people and then they will be able to write. This is too inhumane.

This detective novel he wrote was completely adapted from his own personal experience. Of course, he played the role of the murderer in this detective novel.

Then, as Wu Cheng was evasive and tried his best to avoid this question and not give a direct answer, these novel authors were also quite frustrated. In the end, they reluctantly let Wu Cheng go.

Although they were frustrated that they didn't have a good exchange with the young author, someone saw the new detective novel published in today's Steam Bird newspaper and couldn't help but have some other people's thoughts.

Then they discovered something was wrong. It seemed that the novel written by the young author in front of them adopted the same narrative technique and style as that published in the Steambird newspaper.

As for the author of the recently popular detective novel, "The Unknown Murderer", whether he is a man or a woman, and his exact age is still unknown.

After all, Steambird Newspaper will keep the identity information of the authors of the submitted articles confidential. It can be said that no one except the editor-in-chief of Steambird Newspaper knows what the authors under these pseudonyms look like. Of course, if some authors are willing to appear in public, that is another matter.

Now there seems to be a conclusion. These authors originally thought that Mr. Qingshan must be an older master who wore glasses and often looked around with a pen and paper in his hands, and wrote down something when he had inspiration.

But it was obvious that the young Wu Cheng just now was different from their preconceived impression. Therefore, many people could not help but admire him more. However, they could not help but feel very upset that they had just let their idol go.

Wu Cheng has an indescribable feeling about these naturally brain-dead fans. Although he thinks their behavior is annoying, they are still his fans after all, right?

Besides, they were also the providers of the initial attraction of the Blood Moon Cult. After all, Wu Cheng also knew that the gradual increase in the faith he received after the publication of his novel was definitely inseparable from the contributions of these guys.

While the group of authors were still feeling upset about missing their idol, Wu Cheng had already returned to his hotel along the familiar route and started enjoying the sumptuous dinner that the hotel had specially prepared for him.