My Cell Prison

Han Dong stood by the window.

Staring at Cass and Sophia who successfully left the mansion.

Lightly touch the 'raven mark' on the back of the hand.

Black shadows flickered, and Doctor Bird's Beak's costume shrouded Han Dong's body.

Go deep into the secret passage and go to the third floor of the West Building - [Creation Room].

In the 'fog environment', the little devil's eyes seemed a little 'in the way'.

The thick white fog even made Han Dong, who opened the little magic eye, unable to see the road.

Moreover, the tentacles that are both virtual and real will also distract Han Dong.

After Han Dong's careful observation, the tentacles are just an illusion made of mist, and there is no great danger. For the convenience of action, the [Little Magic Eye] is temporarily closed.

Vision is normal.

In the secret passage, there is only a little white mist attached to the ground, and there will not be much interference.

Exactly in depth.

The east building and the west building are only separated by a wall three meters thick.

But this secret passage was designed and folded back and forth, resulting in a length of tens of meters... It seems that the time to go to the third floor of the West Building was deliberately increased.

During the walk, Han Dong carried a portable kerosene lamp for lighting.

Sister Wino... [Writer] What is the role of this profession? It seems to have a very high status in the holy city.

Why don't you know this? Let me tell you briefly... Writers are also called 'communicators' in private.

Communicator?

That's right, not someone who writes something casually can be called a [writer], only those who are exceptionally gifted at the spiritual level can be included in the ranks of [writers].

The role of the writer is mainly two.

First, communicate with the 'Space of Destiny'.

Through their own talents, they can often create articles that reveal the secrets of the space of destiny.

Sometimes, it is even possible to write a storyline corresponding to the fateful event, which greatly improves the survival probability of the knights entering the difficult dungeon.

This kind of targeted story creation will consume a lot of energy of the writer, and it is only aimed at the fate events above the knights.

In addition, the former Writers Association and the Bell Tower also developed a 'Book of Destiny', which includes the corresponding titles of all events, which is of great significance to the understanding of the destiny space.

Second, some [writers] with excellent perception can even combine their creative inspiration with their own dreams in their sleep at night, and walk out of the city walls in a high-latitude attitude without being noticed by the life outside the city.

It brings us very intuitive out-of-city intelligence and early warning of some dangerous situations.

For example, last month, a certain core member of the Writers Association, through a dream, spied to the west of the city wall, near a 4,000-meter-long mountain pass, there was a newly built lair of the Fallen.

The Knights received the information and attacked decisively, annihilating the high-level life that was still in the developmental stage and a space crack that was not yet stable.

Once the space rift is made into a portal by the high-level life, the nest will be formed, which will bring a huge threat to the holy city.

Communicate fate, dream outside the city!? Is this the writer?

That's right, a writer is of great significance to the Holy City... On the other hand, the risk of becoming a writer is extremely high.

Because the writer is at the level of the spiritual brain,

Stronger than us and with diffusion, it is easy to be targeted by life outside the city, and it is also easy to be mentally affected.

Therefore, the Holy City Writers Association was founded, and the members of the Writers Association were given 'title status', allowing them to settle down on the third floor.

The entire third floor is covered by psychic nodules, further isolating and protecting the writers from remote influences... as far as possible to isolate them from the disturbance of life outside the city.

Unexpectedly, something happened... Viscount Alexis is also one of the important members of the Writers Association. This matter must be investigated clearly to find out the cause and prevent more writers from being affected. Otherwise, it will bring unimaginable harm to the holy city.

When Celeste briefly explained the profession of 'writer'.

The two also walked out of the passage and officially came to the lobby area on the third floor of the West Building.

There are no stairs or lifts.

If you come directly from the west building, you also need to activate some kind of secret passage or lift-type folding stairs to reach the creative room on this floor.

A writer's [creative room] does need absolute tranquility.

Even the design of the window position and the placement of various objects are also very particular... In this way, a special aura suitable for creation is formed.

The entry of outsiders will disturb the aura and affect the creator's state of mind.

Under normal circumstances, writers are like Alex, who have a separate creation room or one floor, and are completely closed to outsiders.

Han Dong understood, So it turns out, I thought Cass' father had some shady secrets.

The first time they stepped into this place, the vision of the two people was already attracted.

The door of the opposite [Main Studio] was slightly opened, and a large amount of mist could be seen escaping from the inside with the naked eye.

Open your eyes!

When the little magic eye was opened again, the scene he saw made Han Dong sweat coldly, and he couldn't help but take a step back.

Plenty!

right! A large number of white tentacles crawled between the cracks of the door.

swaying,

peristalsis,

It was as if he was waving to Han Dong.

What did you see?

A large number of dense tentacles... unimaginable. Sister Wino, I will try to take a look. You must keep a distance of more than three meters from me.

hum!

suddenly.

A thin line of holy light formed in Celeste's hand and wrapped around Han Dong's wrist.

Once any abnormality or crisis occurs, Celeste will drag Han Dong back through the thin line of holy light.

call……

Han Dong took a deep breath and temporarily closed the little magic eye.

Try to block out the terrifying picture of the dancing tentacles in your mind as much as possible, and slowly lean towards the crack of the door.

Through the white mist escaping outward.

Han Dong first vaguely saw a figure sitting in front of a desk.

In order to see more clearly, Han Dong slowly squeezed in through the crack of the door.

When passing through the crack of the door and officially standing inside the room.

Han Dong intuitively saw a middle-aged man with red eyes, who was writing hard in a book... What was written, Han Dong could not see clearly.

Do not know why.

Even if Han Dong was just standing at the door of the study, his back was soaked in cold sweat... an illusion of stepping into an endless abyss, even if he took a step forward, he would completely fall into the abyss.

I... I have to see more clearly.

When Han Dong opened his little magic eye again.

An unforgettable picture was printed in Han Dong's head.

The luxurious study has no place to stay at all, and the ground is full of dense white tentacles.

However, tentacles are just 'little things'.

Han Dong also saw an extra 'uninvited guest'.

Beside Viscount Alex who was writing a book, there was a guest who was 'not very clear'.

A guest whose whole body is covered by a yellow robe can only be seen by the little magic eye.

Why do you say 'not very clear'?

It is because in Han Dong's vision, this person does not seem to belong to the current dimension, and there is a black light outline around the body that completely separates it from the study.

at this time.

The 'guest' seemed to sense the stranger's gaze, and slowly turned his body, the face under the hood was about to be exposed to Han Dong's field of vision.

Wino!!!

At the critical moment, Han Dong shouted hard.

For a time, a number of holy light threads wrapped around Han Dong's body, pulling him out of the study.