I Forged the Myth of the Old Ones

Drizzt could tell what was written in the original manuscript of the novel almost without reading carefully.

It was nothing more than what they encountered after they arrived in Beihan Town.

Enough, Drizzt thought, is enough.

"Where is the ancient capital and what is it all about? Don't play tricks, I can't stand it anymore."

Drizzt took out a revolver, not the one he usually used, but the more powerful [Fake Yang Yan].

If necessary, Drizzt could completely destroy the church and burn it to ashes. At that time, it doesn't matter where the ancient capital is hidden. Anyway, it will be solved with one shot.

This period of experience made him feel very tormented. This kind of behavior of himself seemed to be manipulated by someone, and the appearance presented by someone's writing made Drizzt extremely suspicious of himself.

"Don't worry, when you can see my lord, you can see him immediately."

The priest's tone was very steady, he looked at Drizzt's raised pistol, and said indifferently.

"You won't kill me, you won't destroy this church."

"Why do you say that?"

Drizzt put his finger on the trigger. Although he really wouldn't shoot immediately, it wasn't because he didn't dare, but because if the bombardment continued now, the church might collapse and hurt himself and Lu tripped them.

"Because in the scriptures of my lord, you don't shoot."

The priest looks very pious, just like those martyred saints in ancient legends.

"Holy scriptures? Are you talking about these horror novels?"

Lu Jian took out the "Spider in the Corner" from the hotel owner and waved it in front of the priest.

"These are the oracles of my lord, sacred writings."

replied the priest.

"Then let's talk about your god, what kind of guy is he?"

Lu Jian took a few steps forward and sat on the bench in the first row, like a believer listening to a sermon.

"He created this world, possesses all authority, is supreme, omniscient and omnipotent."

The priest spoke the words that are common in those religions, but did not convey any information.

"All of this, like the ones outside, was done by him?"

Lu Jian asked.

"Even you and I are my Lord's creations."

The priest looked at Lu Jian.

"Me and you?"

Lu Jian felt that it was fun.

"I do have some insights into your lord. He should be able to control the environment within a certain range, human cognition, and even monsters?"

"I don't deny your statement, because this is what my Lord let you know."

The priest has no intention of discussing with Lu Jian.

"When you say this, it feels like those fortune tellers who say in an ambiguous direction. If you guess right, it's a fortune teller. If you guess wrong, it's destiny."

Lu Jian said again.

"Let's not talk nonsense with him. I feel that the ancient capital is in this church. We might as well get rid of him and find the ancient capital."

Drizzt was a little impatient.

Shia also nodded in agreement.

"There is still a space underground in this church, and there seems to be someone in it."

Hearing Shia's words, the priest suddenly took half a step back.

"Don't embarrass him, come down."

A voice came from the priest's mouth, but the tone and intonation were not like a stubborn priest, but more like a bohemian son.

The door behind the priest opened slowly, revealing a downward path.

Lu Jian glanced at his father, his expression became numb and indifferent, just like those guys in suits outside, but he didn't move at all, as if he had lost his soul.

The three of them looked at each other, with Lu Jian walking in the front and going down the stairs.

After walking for a while, they came to a basement.

The basement is lit with lights lit by unknown biological oils, and it is slightly dim. In the huge space, there is another door. The door seems to be made of bronze, and there is a foreign land on the surface that cannot be translated by a quiet place. Text.

thump—

Just as they came here, there was some kind of banging sound from the other end of the door, and the whole basement trembled slightly, and a little dust fell.

It's as if something imprisoned inside is trying to break free.

In front of the door, there is a desk with a lamp on it. There are a lot of manuscript paper, ink bottles, and several pens. Behind the desk, there is a person sitting.

Presumably he is the ancient capital.

When Lu Jian saw that person, such a thought came to his mind.

The man has well-trimmed hair, is of medium build, wears a pair of glasses, is wearing a well-crafted suit, and his leather shoes are not a little dusty. He holds a pen in his hand, and it seems that before Lu Jie and the others arrive, he is still there. Thinking about how to end the story on the draft paper.

"Please wait a moment, it will end in a little while."

His voice is very gentle, like a young lecturer in a university, with a sense of affinity and confidence.

No wonder it can be liked by ladies.

Lu Jian thought to himself.

This kind of handsome literary and artistic youth is probably not the favorite of those little aunts, even if they are ignorant girls, they will probably be easily deceived when they meet such a man.

During the waiting time, the door slammed twice more, but the force was obviously much weaker, as if it was suppressed by something.

After a long time, when Drizzt became a little impatient, the man finally let out a long sigh of relief and put down his pen.

"The ending is always the hardest thing to write. Although it is still a little bit short, there are more important things now."

He smiled and introduced himself.

"Hi, I'm Gudu."

The three of them were silent for a moment. It wasn't any kind of emotion like shock, but simply in the sight of the three of them, the system's cold and indifferent words appeared on the wall of the basement.

[Task Requirement: Find the Missing Novelist 1/1]

This is indeed the ancient capital.

As for another task, to witness the end of the story, I still don't know how to complete it.

Do you want to read the ending of the novel that the ancient capital just wrote?

"Where are we now?"

Lu Bian couldn't help asking.

Of course, he could go directly to Gudu to read the ending of the novel "Madman's Mouth" with them as the main characters, but his intuition told Lu Jian that if it ended like this, the exploration degree of the mission must be very low and the income would not be enough.

Moreover, he hadn't found Du Danping's melody fragments yet, and he didn't understand the whole picture of the matter, so he asked.

"You are in a story."

The ancient capital is outspoken.

"Like the priest standing on it, he is a character in the story and has only one identity. Therefore, he is a priest. I added a pious character to him, so he is very pious, but he is only a priest. That's all."

"As for those guys outside, they are all passers-by in the story, what their name is, what kind of family background they have, and what kind of personality they have, it doesn't matter to this story, so even if they look different, they all look exactly the same of."

He said simply, then looked at Lu Jian and the others.

"As for you, you are the protagonists of the story."

===229. He is no longer a human being===

"You are the protagonists of the story."

When the ancient capital said this sentence, there was no emotion of showing off or complacency, it was just a straightforward statement.

"The protagonist needs to have a personality, so the three of you are so different."

"You mean, we were created by you?"

Drizzt felt a little funny, he might only be a few years younger than the ancient capital, but he remembered all his experiences from childhood to adulthood very clearly, so it couldn't be fabricated.

"It can be said yes, or it can be said no."

Gudu shook his head.

"You put this here and this here."

Lu Jian couldn't help complaining.

"Have you ever written it?"

Gu Du asked back, before waiting for the answer from the three of them, he opened his mouth again.

"If the character in the movie has only a name, it is just a passerby with a name. If you want to truly create a character with flesh and blood, you need to build his life trajectory bit by bit from his birth, or even from the birth of his ancestors." , to get an impressive role."

"Otherwise, the character is just a tool for the story, like the priest upstairs, like the passer-by outside, the only difference is whether the author took a few seconds to randomly assign him a neighbor or a name he saw in the newspaper. .”

Hearing Gudu's words, Lu Jian nodded slightly.

"Indeed, creators are like this, so sometimes some authors have delusions, can't distinguish between reality and illusion, and even have symptoms of schizophrenia."

Drizzt and Shia glanced at Lu Lian, and subconsciously took half a step back.

"But humans have limits."

Gudu was taken aback, probably because he didn't expect Lu Jian to be so supportive, so he continued.

"No matter how rich a person's imagination is and how much knowledge and experience he accumulates, human beings still have limits."

"what do you want to say in the end?"