Writer saves the world

Akutagawa Ryunosuke looked as if he had made up his mind, Nakahara Nakaya had no choice but to sigh, patted his chest again and said, "If that bastard Dazai Osamu writes scribbles again, just tell me, and I'll scold you back!"

"By the way, let me recommend a few books for you to read carefully. It will be very helpful for you to write letters."

Nakahara also felt that the reason why Ryunosuke Akutagawa had expectations for a guy like Osamu Dazai who could tell how much a jerk he was in a letter was because he had read too few books—considering Ryunosuke Akutagawa's age, his current The book list is still dominated by fairy tales.

This caused Akutagawa Ryunosuke to feel that something was wrong when he read Dazai Osamu's letter, but he failed to accurately understand the yin and yang strangeness between the lines, but Nakahara Chu could also imagine the sarcasm of that guy winking across the paper , and rushed up three feet in anger.

Having lived at home for a long time, Akutagawa Ryunosuke got used to the attitude of Nakahara Chuya's older brother protecting his younger brother, nodded and tugged at the corner of Nakahara Chuya's clothes, and smiled unskillfully, "Please, Nakahara-san."

Holding the teacup, Rimbaud happily enjoyed the beautiful scene of the cub sticking for a while, and even stroked the Akutagawa silver that was just passing by. The little girl looked at him suspiciously with her big watery eyes blinking, and smiled with tears on her cheeks. Cute dimples.

But when Rimbaud came back from Hokkaido and went straight to Naruya, he didn't come here to masturbate—not just to masturbate.He took the tea brought by Oda Sakunosuke, thanked him and then asked, "Is Naruto not here today? I have something I want to give him."

Sakunosuke Oda sat beside Rimbaud, and conveniently carried Akutagawa Gin to the side and gave it to his brother, saving the beautiful tassel decoration on the hem of Rimbaud's coat.

"Ming went out." Oda Sakunosuke didn't ask Rimbaud if he needed his help to hand over the things, but only provided part of the information, "It may take a few days to come back."

Upon hearing this, Rimbaud said, "That's it...then I'll visit you later, he should be back next week?"

Oda Sakunosuke thought about it, but he was not sure, "Shouldn't it? He said he was going to inspect the goods, and it seems that the place is quite far away."

So Rimbaud had a rough idea of ​​where Erye Tingming went without even thinking about it—inspecting the goods and going out, combined with the information he had at hand.

After that, send a message to Erye Tingming to see if the itinerary is ready.Rimbaud thought about it, and casually began to talk about it, and stopped asking Oda Sakunosuke for more detailed content.

Tingming Erye was indeed—just as Rimbaud had guessed—holding a long-handled black umbrella, strolling in the gloomy, damp, cold drizzle of London.

The order he placed to the magicians of the clock tower was shipped. After some fierce internal fighting, his business was jointly won by several magician families. Erye Tingming remembered that there seemed to be Archibald De, Sophia Li... or something like that, the magician's short and complicated family name is really embarrassing for him. The last time he had memories of such things was in the Age of Gods.

At that time, the world line was stable and literature was prosperous, and he was still a collection of literary concepts. He could hear bards singing legends of gods and magic, and mages chanting poetry-like spells. Everything was full of faith and mystery. .

Just thinking about it makes me hungry again.When Erye Tingming passed the bookstore, he stopped involuntarily, tentatively stretched out his small tentacles and rubbed them inside, and the next second, the tentacles retracted as if fleeing for his life, and rubbed hard on his clothes several times.

Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow

really……

Erye Tingming sighed in disappointment, knowing that he should not have any unrealistic expectations, so he followed the advice of the magician who was sent to pick him up, and changed from walking to traveling by car.

The vehicle transformed by the magic is spacious, comfortable, fast and stable, and arrived at the destination within a cup of tea - a small villa in the urban area of ​​London, which is no different from the houses next to it, and it cannot be seen that it was built by a magician at all magic workshop.

A blond young man stood waiting at the door.Erye Tingming had seen this young man in the documents passed to him by the magician. He remembered that he was called "Kenneth Archibald". The magician's tenderness is particularly conspicuous.

Kenneth stood at the door and waited for Erye Tingming to come over. His blond hair was neatly combed back, as if he was trying to make himself look more mature, but his face showed the unique greenness between teenagers and youths, as well as ability The arrogance of genius can be seen at a glance.

"Good day." Erye Tingming greeted friendly.

"Good day, Mr. Naru." Kenneth called the pseudonym Erye Tingming provided them, "This way please."

He carefully staggered his eyes from Erye Tingming's eyes, not looking at those deep and dark eyes that made him tremble inexplicably, and subconsciously restrained his excess arrogance.

This is the first time Kenneth has met Erye Tingming. Before that, he only heard a few things about the other party from the high-level officials. touch.

Kenneth is too young, he is only a student in the Clock Tower, if he had not inherited Archibald's magic circuit early on due to his outstanding talent, he also had a unique view on the content of Erye Tingming's commission, and he was also a member of the noble camp. All kinds of relationships - of course, the most important thing is his genius magic ability, which gave him a pass to this feast.

Yes, although it was only a two-story villa located in the corner of downtown London, the magicians who participated in this meeting used the metaphor of a "feast", even though the only one who could really get paid was Lu Fu, one of the Twelve Monarchs of the Clock Tower. Reus Urifis alone, not everyone is qualified to watch this moment close to the root.

The magician's obsession with the root cause Erye Tingming can't understand. After all, strictly speaking, whether he is the third power of seven or these kindred people, no matter how they are born or in what form, they are entangled with the world line and fate line. In an instant, he fell into the sea of ​​roots, and the truth stayed there until he got bored and wanted to come out to breathe fresh air every day. The behavior of the magician rushing forward and backward was simply confusing.

However, in the age of mysterious fading, the world consciousness has already handed over the fate to human beings, and Erye Tingming has no right to interfere with their choice of flying moths to the fire. It is better to take the opportunity to do a penless business and save the precious energy of writing about yourself.

What Erye Tingming wants is a blank contract that must be executed as soon as it is signed, which supports position identification and automatic inheritance of the contractor, and also includes curses such as death in case of breach of contract and family members. He didn't say that magicians didn't Interested to ask, after he experienced a little deposit experience for several magicians he contacted, all his needs were highly cooperated by the magicians.

Faced with the great temptation of "root" that magicians have pursued for generations, even a good alliance from generation to generation may tear their faces apart. In the short walk from the door to the living room, Erye Tingming heard the muttering of the world consciousness There is a long line of infighting among the magician families.

It sounds like a good background setting for writing fantasy plots, but there are no magicians who are interested in literature. At first glance, the ground is deserted, and even if they can write something, it is in the service of magic.

Erye Tingming was even less interested in the overt and covert temptations of the magicians. The pursuit of the root was mixed with power struggles, and it was almost meaningless if it was not pure enough. Final payment.

"It may be a bit stimulating, so it's better to take some measures to protect the soul." Erye Tingming reminded Lufreus, who was the recipient of the reward, that the old man looked thin and haggard, although the soul source was still vigorous and active. vitality, but this is more likely to be pulled away by high-level cognitive shocks, which is equivalent to dying in place from a realistic point of view.

Of course, Erye Tingming will also help to take some protective measures, but he has not been able to accurately grasp the tolerance of human souls. The so-called asking for others is better than asking for yourself. In case he didn't notice that it was a ten thousandth of a second late, please It's not good for your magician to become a crazy fool.

Lufreus thanked Erye Tingming for his reminder, saying that he had made full preparations in advance.It is true that the root cause is the ultimate dream pursued by a magician, but he has not yet realized that he will die soon after hearing the truth.

Just be ready.

Erye Tingming asked the World Consciousness to look at it again, his fingertips rested between the old man's brows, the small tentacles wrapped around his soul, and pulled him bit by bit towards the level of the truth, until he was completely submerged in the sea of ​​roots.

He doesn't eat, he just sucks in the ruins of the hollow world in the depths, spits it out in less than a second without even tasting the taste, and also intimately helps clean up the "death" and "Destruction" protects the fragile soul of human beings from escaping and perishing in the turbulent waves of the sea of ​​roots. It can be said that the service is in place and the experience is full.

It’s just that the human soul is really too fragile. Mr. Lufreus who was spit out looked really miserable. The face that was originally haggard like a dead person was deprived of all vitality in an instant, and turned into a layer of dry skin. The naked skeleton was wrinkled and curled up, its eye sockets were sunken, and a mixture of blood and mucus flowed out from both eyes, and a sound like a bellows came out of its throat.

The smell of fear.

Erye Tingming smelled it. When human beings face the "unknown" that they cannot understand and pry into and desperately try to understand it, extreme fear arises from the soul to the body. It takes one to two months to restore the mind, and it only takes three to five years to get rid of the psychological shadow.

Hmm...maybe seven or eight years, or ten or so years?

After all, it’s about this time period, and there’s nothing to do if the recovery period is longer. Lufreus’ state is different from Kagu Tsugenshi. Kagu Tsugenshi was swallowed and spit out in an unconscious state. , I didn’t see anything, but the soul was shocked, just let Akiko Yosano reset the state, if Mr. Rufreus was reset, the soul would probably be swallowed directly as food.

Erye Tingming organized the language, and explained to Kenneth some precautions for follow-up care. The basics are to stay away from mystery related, unconventional methods such as supernatural powers, spells and magic are not recommended, and it is best to send them to the ICU ward as a vegetable. Staying for a few days, it is especially effective to use technology to counteract the side effects of the mysterious erosion.

Kenneth nodded with a complicated expression—he did feel something at that moment, which instantly attracted all his attention.

He suddenly understood why the former ancestors pursued the illusory root at all costs.

How can such a distant echo that spans endless time and space not be fascinating.