Don't disturb the sorcerer's scientific research

Chapter 11 A Little Escape Room Shock
"The forest outside of Ximu Town is already full of flowers, red like fire, pink like clouds..."

Cross it out.

It feels a bit awkward. Forests are everywhere, and there's nothing special about the one in Creekwood Town, so what's there to write about?

"The quarry in Ximu Town is a famous quarry in the Iris Kingdom. The marble mined here..."

Cross it out.

I wrote about the quarry last year, and even three times in the past ten years. It would be a bit perfunctory to write about it again this year.

"From Ximu Town..."

Reed couldn't bear it any longer. He waved his pen and randomly crossed out the words he had just written. He then crumpled up the draft that had been scribbled beyond recognition and threw it into the trash can.

He rubbed his curly hair angrily, and when he was done he found his hands were full of hair, which made him even more angrily.

"Another beer please!"

He had no inspiration, so he ordered another drink.

Actually, the beer in Creekwood is also good, but I wrote about beer two years ago.

"Gulp, gulp, ah——"

After drinking half a glass of beer, I didn’t feel any inspiration, but my mood did improve a little.

He is a reporter for Foren Weekly, mainly responsible for writing about the customs and culture of Foren and travel recommendations.

This is not a good job.

No, to be precise, from the perspective of income, this is a good job. You can get expenses reimbursed for playing around, and you can get at least 50 herre for writing an article.

But from a content perspective, it was a job that bored him to death.

His father was a famous bard in Foren, and his poems and stories were widely circulated.

So he also has a dream of creation, but unfortunately, working in a newspaper does not allow him to write whatever he wants. He must first complete the tasks assigned by the editor-in-chief.

The most troublesome thing is that I have to come to Ximu Town every year to write a tourism advertisement to promote this place.

After all, this is one of the few places in Fulunling that can attract tourists from other places.

But it’s just such a small town. What’s there to write about every year?

Reed drank the last sip of his wine, intending to take advantage of Larven's popularity.

Hiking in the wilderness has become a trend among Larven people lately.

He couldn't understand what was so fun about it. People in big cities occasionally liked to use the life that country people were accustomed to as entertainment.

But since they liked it, he would create a hiking route for the forest in Creekwood Town.

Just as he made up his mind and was about to start writing, Ms. Peggy, the owner of the tavern and the hotel upstairs, came here carrying a small blackboard with fancy calligraphy on it.

"Unique in the entire kingdom, this is a thrilling, incredibly exciting, and authentic secret cult escape you can only experience in Riverwood. Here, you can experience the tense atmosphere and intricate decryption..."

Reed was moved when he heard the innkeeper's advertising slogan.

It's a unique piece, and it's something new that he has never heard of. It's exactly what he needs most right now.

As for the somewhat strange name of "Cult Escape" and the boss's frightening description, he didn't care at all.

He just cared about not having to hold back on the new report.

"Big opening promotion, 8% off on tickets, only 16 Hulls per person..."

Before the boss finished speaking, Reed raised his hand high.

"I'm going!"

Anyway, it’s not my own money, so I don’t feel bad at all.

Soon, Reed got on a bullock cart and went to experience it with several other curious tourists.

The ox cart was not fast, and it took more than an hour to walk from Peggy's hotel to the cave.

Fortunately, the pace of life in this era is not fast, and it is common to spend several hours to get to a place.

Reed was in a good mood now that the article was settled. He was bored sitting there, so he started chatting with several other tourists.

Although they said they were chatting, their attention was actually focused on the young girl sitting opposite them.

"My name is Reed, and I'm a reporter for Foren Weekly."

As soon as I introduced myself, I heard several exclamations from the car.

The emotional value is full.

In an era when literacy was a rare skill, being a newspaper reporter was naturally a very glamorous profession.

Reed's face was almost broken with laughter.

"I've been to many places, seen many sights, and encountered many dangers, so don't worry, no matter how exciting or terrifying that cult escape is, I will protect you."

As he said this, he blinked, thinking he was very handsome.

Perhaps it was a skill inherited from his father, the bard, that made him vividly recount to the tourists several "personal adventures" that he had never experienced.

The pretty girl opposite was so amused that she smiled so much that she didn't want to get off the bus when we arrived at our destination.

He still has a lot of charm left to show.

After reluctantly jumping off the bullock cart, Reed witnessed the legendary cult's escape.

It doesn't look very impressive.

A cave that looks nothing special from the outside.

The person in charge of selling tickets at the cave entrance didn't look like an outworker. He was wearing the robe of the Spellcaster Association. There were things on the table that looked like test papers. It looked like he had done many of them. Next to the papers was a thick stack of draft paper with dense writing on it.

What is even more inconsistent with the name of this project is that there is a priest of the Holy See of Light next to the ticket office, and next to him is a statue representing holy light.

Isn't this a cult-themed tourism project?
"Please purchase tickets in an orderly manner. Visitors under the age of sixteen or those with advanced professional status are not permitted to participate," Jassiu said. Reed asked, "I understand not allowing children to play, but why not allowing those with advanced professional status?"

"We were afraid that the senior professionals would be frightened and react instinctively, harming the staff or even collapsing the entire cave."

Jia Xiu didn't care too much about hurting the staff. He was mainly afraid of the latter, and was also afraid that someone who was too knowledgeable would come and recognize that the altar of the god of fraud and curse inside was the real thing.

He continued, "If you carry any weapons, please temporarily store them outside the cave. With the priests of the Church of Light as witnesses, your weapons will not be stolen."

There are quite a lot of rules in small places.

Reed handed over the dagger he was carrying. These days, it is impossible to go out without a weapon for self-defense.

Other tourists also handed over various weapons.

Then Jia Xiu handed the cane with the light magic to the tourists for lighting.

"Have a good time."

Jia Xiu gave his sincere blessings.

Reed, who had previously said he would "protect you," walked in front very confidently.

It's just a tourist project, what's so scary about it?

When everyone entered the cave, the felt cloth at the entrance suddenly fell down, blocking the sunlight.

Darkness surged in like a tide, and the lighting magic on the staff was very weak, only illuminating a small distance in front of it.

Reed regretted it.

I regretted making such a boast while in the car.

There were murmurs all around, like the mumbling of someone completely bewitched by the evil spirit, sticky and weird.

A few green candle flames could be seen in the darkness, illuminating the bloody hexagram and the pale broken bones.

He was scared.

In fact, he was not as brave as he boasted, and he had never taken any risks.

Now standing in this cave, I dare not move forward.

In the tense moment, I vaguely saw a black shadow flashing in the green light.

"Oops, it's moving. I don't want to play anymore!"

There was already a cry in his voice.

"It's just a piece of cloth."

Among the tourists, the bravest one was the girl. She walked straight towards the fire without any fear.

"Hey! I found a book that says if you want to escape, you must complete a ritual..."

……

In the following main mission, Reed cannot be said to be completely useless, but it can also be said that he is of no use at all.

I did not participate in the task of finding ritual props throughout the process.

He hid and trembled in front of the ritual altar that he had discovered earlier.

The more he looked at it, the more he felt that the altar was real. If this was also a prop, then this tourist attraction was too serious.

Now all other players scatter to find the ritual items.

He was the only one standing in front of the gloomy altar.

Terrified, weak, and helpless.

At this moment, footsteps suddenly came from the distance.

It's other players.

They ran very fast, holding something that looked like a dried heart in their hands.

"Hurry up and pray to complete the ritual, they're about to catch up!"

"What's catching up?"

Before Reed could react, a pale, most vulgar face he had ever seen in his life hung upside down and stopped in front of him, almost touching the tip of his nose.

"what--"

……

When Reed woke up again, he saw the pastor's kind and bright face.

This was the most exciting time he had ever seen a pastor in his life.

"May the Light banish your fear."

Reed quickly stood up and prayed to the Holy Light, extremely pious.

The girl who was traveling with me was still complaining: "If it weren't for dragging him out, it would have been much smoother. It's so funny. Boss, where did you find these cult actors? They look just like the real thing..."

Reid knew his approach had completely failed, but that didn't matter now.

It feels a little moist.

Is it sweat?
It turned out to be urine!
I wanted to cover it up, but then I thought everyone must have seen it, so I gave up.

Now he could think of only one thing.

Not only do you have to write an article, you have to write a good article.

Otherwise I'd be sorry for giving you such a scare.

"Boss, who's the boss? I'm a reporter for Foren Weekly. I'd like to do an interview for publicity..."

(End of this chapter)