The sun is high

Of course, Xiuge was not in the habit of lifting up city floor tiles and drilling into city sewers in broad daylight.

He is not some legendary rat man.

After burying these clues and traces in his heart, Xiuge stopped at a roadside station and joined the waiting team.

The Peace Newspaper Office is located at the other end of Salem City. Although Salem City is not big, he does not want to waste too much time walking. If it were not to verify what happened last night, he could just walk out of the house. Just choose to take the public magic van.

This kind of public transportation is very common in the countries of Luowei Plateau and Goddess Plain, but their number in each city is relatively limited. The Legal Committee's use of crystal mines full of magic has already reached its peak, but once A large vehicle that can transport dozens of people at the same time and is driven by magic power is often extremely expensive to build.

Now, with the prevalence of steam and machinery, more and more substitutes have begun to appear on the Luowei Plateau. Shuge's hometown, the Kingdom of Votel, is at the forefront of this technology and may not be used. It won't be long before these old-fashioned magical vehicles are pushed out of history by their cheaper and better competitors.

After all, in the eyes of most people, it is far more affordable to produce a machine that can directly convert magic power into power by burning crystallized minerals than to spend a lot of money and favors to find consultants and experts from the Legal Committee to carve magic lines.

After all, if you choose the latter, it will be equivalent to being permanently linked to those dangerous and stingy mages.

Soon, Shuge boarded the vehicle heading to the west side of Salem City.

The car was very crowded, people were close to each other, and the strange smell was suffocating. The perfume sprayed inside the car made the smell in this small space indescribable.

"It's a hundred times scarier than catching the early morning commute and squeezing into the subway."

Xiuge held his breath and huddled in the corner of the carriage. It wasn't that he didn't want to stand closer to the window, it was just because he was relatively thin and couldn't squeeze through the tall and strong passengers next to him.

His feet were almost off the ground.

In this case, let alone reading the newspaper, even normal breathing was a problem, so Xiuge gave up the struggle. He tried his best to clamp the paper bag containing the manuscript tightly, and then resigned to his fate and turned his attention. Into his own spiritual world.

Just like other spellcasters among Van En, he has completed the first magic inscription and can now accumulate magic power in his body normally. However, the magic power in the natural environment is often thin and unstable. After a whole night, After resting, the magic power that was originally consumed by the unknown tentacle magic was only 80% restored.

"This can't go on... Who can only use their trump card once? And judging from the previous situation, once I use this magic, I will probably faint on the spot."

Xiuge imagined in his mind what he would look like when faced with emergencies and enemies, and felt a little bit dumbfounded.

The so-called "sleeping undecided when faced with trouble" is probably a reflection of my current situation.

After all, lying there waiting for death after running out of magic power is really no different from "sleeping".

"If I can't get what I really need in the dream world, then I have to find a way to get in touch with other spell casters...either the Legal Committee, or those labeled as 'wild' by the Legal Committee. It is a civil organization of the mage group. In short, I must obtain systematic learning theories and methods in terms of the use of spells and the growth of magic power."

Xiuge was thinking like this, but he couldn't help but think of the female mage from the Legal Committee who had stopped him last night and had already entered the "Lake Level" at a young age.

He remembered that the female mage said that members of the Legal Committee would come to visit today... This was another new variable.

Regarding the Legal Committee, Xiuge's favorable impression is really limited.

The sensory gap between creating something and facing something directly is not small.

At least Xiuge can be sure that when he typed "The Legal Committee adheres to the principle of neutrality" in the document, the smile on his face must have been very twisted and ferocious.

Past life experience told him that "neutrality" is often a false cloak that cannot withstand any test.

The car gradually stopped and the door was opened roughly. People immediately pushed each other and poured out of the open door into the streets of Salem City.

Xiuge got out of the car with the crowd. He took a deep breath of fresh air, and then relied on his body's memory to turn in the direction of the Peace News Agency.

…

Today's newspaper office seemed extremely busy, and this appearance even seemed a little out of place with the entire city of Salem, because Xiuge discovered that as one of the important places in Salem City, there was not much of a festive atmosphere in the newspaper office at all. On the wall, an iron decoration and a poster were hung very casually.

Apart from this, there is no trace of the Armistice Celebrations.

"Good morning, Mr. Ernst."

A young female clerk with heavy makeup walked over with her waist twisted. She was wearing the most popular printed dress in the Kingdom of Delan. She was holding a thick stack of manuscripts in her hands. She winked at Shuge. , and then showed a bright smile.

There was a table between Xiuge and her, so the female clerk leaned forward slightly and placed the pile of manuscripts on the table with both hands. Then she supported her body and put her face in front of Xiuge.

Shuge smiled politely.

He resisted the urge to sneeze and took half a step back quietly. After avoiding the overly strong smell of perfume, he nodded and responded: "Good morning, Miss Qili... I'm here to see Editor-in-Chief Philip. Today is the day for submission.”

"Oh, of course I know!"

The female clerk, Miss Qili, leaned forward again: "I just came out of Mr. Philip's office, um... he was talking to important guests, so I'd like to ask you to rest on the table outside for a while. How about I get you a glass of water?"

"Thanks."

Xiuge didn't want to have too much entanglement with the lady in front of him. He really didn't like this strong perfume, so after thanking her, he walked towards an empty table next to the office.

In just two steps, no fewer than five clerks greeted Xiuge.

These are all old clerks from the Peace Newspaper. They have been working here since the time Shuge Ernst first came to Salem City. Therefore, it can be said that they know everything about Shuge’s contributions. Among the famous clerks, there are even several who are his loyal fans.

These social beasts and perverts hidden in the newspaper office can always see what they want to see immediately.

This is already a rare hope and benefit for them every month.

There were faint sounds of quarreling in the editor's office. It sounded like the pot-bellied editor Philip was not getting along too happily with his guests. Considering that no matter in which era or world, reporters are always the weakest. As one of the most flexible and quickest to get information, Shuge immediately pricked up his ears and at the same time concentrated, trying to capture the topic of the debate in the office.

It was really noisy inside the newspaper office.

No matter how hard Xiuge tried, he could only hear some fragmented words, and there was no way to put these fuzzy sounds together. He couldn't help but frown, and moved his body slightly towards the wall. He assumed a posture of leaning against the wall due to fatigue, and then he picked up his energy again and continued to eavesdrop on the sounds in the room.

A wonderful change happened at this moment.

Just when Xiuge focused all his energy on eavesdropping, he suddenly felt that his silent magic disc began to rotate slowly, and the sounds around him suddenly became weak and distant. In contrast, the conversation in the office nearby seemed extremely clear.

"Um?"

Xiuge's eyebrows raised sharply, and he almost immediately noticed the change in the magic power in his body - with the slow rotation of the magic disk, the small amount of magic power in his body was being consumed at a steady rate!

"It seems to be some magical effect brought about by magic...just like the reaction speed I suddenly showed when I caught the wine glass last night."

Shuge quickly estimated the amount of magic power he possessed, and then began to listen carefully to the quarrel taking place in the office.

He started with Editor Philip's deep, rich voice.

"Mr. Morel, you have overestimated the influence of our Peace Newspaper in the city... You should be very clear that not many residents in the city really care about those affairs. I have a copy of today's newspaper here, you can read it Look at the last two pages of news about Salem City. No one here would want to fight with others who live together!"

Then, a voice responded to him.

"Oh? Really?"

"Mr. Editor-in-Chief, you should know that our people have already acted in Salem before... and the conclusions we drew from the people do not match what you said during this time."

Compared with Philip's rich voice, the voice of "Mr. Morel" is relatively smooth. To use Shuge's own words to describe it, it has a "greasy feeling" unique to people who have been in the upper class circles for many years. ", although his tone was not strong, there was a sense of teasing and sarcasm in his words.

"If you feel that your own and this newspaper's capabilities are limited, then you should have told us earlier instead of waiting until today to start regretting it... Do as we say! But don't forget, where are you sitting now? On the boat..."

Faced with Mr. Morel's aggressive momentum, Philip, as the editor-in-chief, was obviously powerless, so he murmured to himself: "There are only seven days left."

"That's enough, Mr. Editor-in-Chief, just do what we said..."

Xiuge listened intently, but out of the blue, a strong scent of perfume came to him wrapped in a cup. Then Xiuge saw the figure wearing a floral dress sitting down opposite him.

As Xiuge's attention was distracted, the continuously rotating magic disk came to a standstill. Naturally, the conversation coming from the office became as blurry as it was at the beginning.

"Damn it!"

Xiuge kept yelling in his heart, but on the surface he smiled very politely: "Miss Qili, aren't you very busy?"

"Mr. Ernst, have you forgotten? As editor-in-chief Philip's secretary, it is my job to entertain important contributors like you for him!"

As she said that, she pushed the glass of water over, and her red lips outlined an arc that made Xiuge feel slightly uncomfortable: "I was reading the article you wrote yesterday, ha, it was really..."

She lowered her voice and her tone became weird and unpredictable: "Awesome!"

"Uh, thanks for the compliment."

Xiuge stretched out his hand and was about to use a tactical drink of water to cover up his embarrassment, but found that there was already a lipstick mark on the edge of the water glass, so he decisively stopped his movements and moved quietly. Topic: "I just heard something like a quarrel in the office. Don't you need to go take a look? Maybe Editor-in-Chief Philip needs your help."

"The guests he entertained were very ill-tempered and no one else was allowed to be present during the conversation. I was kicked out."

The brightly dressed female clerk laughed again: "To be honest, it's more pleasant to chat with someone like you, Mr. Ernst."

"..."

Just when Xiuge could no longer control the ferocious look on his face, the door to the office finally opened.

Then, editor-in-chief Philip, who was tall and tall, walked out first.

As before, he had two beards, and his fat figure stretched the clothes on his body, making him look extremely funny.

After walking out of the office, Editor-in-Chief Philip made a "please" gesture very respectfully, and then a tall, thin, middle-aged man wearing a black dress and unilateral glasses appeared in Shuge's sight.

This should be the "Mr. Morel".

As if he felt Shuge's gaze, Mr. Morel suddenly turned his head and looked over.

Xiuge instinctively restrained his breathing and expression. His face was already pale. At this moment, he looked like an aristocratic young man who had not rested well or had overindulged. He was leaning against the chair and the wall, looking weak.

Xiuge clearly felt the wandering gaze of the other party.

He felt that in just a moment, Mr. Morel seemed to have looked at the features of his body and the expression on his face. After that, he did not say anything but walked towards the editor accompanied by Philip. Go to the front door of the newspaper office.

"Who is that young man? He seems to have blood from the Ernst family."

After walking out of the newspaper office, Mr. Morel turned to ask Philip who was following him.

So the obese editor-in-chief smiled and replied: "He is just an illegitimate son who was abandoned by the Ernst family. Now he can only make a living through some unpopular writings. Hey, what a wretch!"