The sun is high

Xiuge, who successfully destroyed his bedroom door, did not have time to deal with the chaotic scene, because the magic he successfully released drained the little magic power from his body in an instant, and successfully hit It broke his spirit.

Coupled with the fact that he had consumed too much energy when the magic was forcibly engraved before, Xiuge actually fell directly on his back on his bed and fell asleep.

Funny to say, this turned out to be the deepest sleep he had ever had since he came to this world.

There is no fear of the future, no unwillingness to live in the past, and no messy words that I have written...

There is only one dream.

A somewhat complicated yet somewhat simple dream.

Xiuge saw an extremely huge ship in his dream. It was sailing in an endless vast ocean. The waves were constantly crashing, and all kinds of strange creatures kept jumping out of the water and throwing themselves at the big ship. Come get curious looks.

He dreamed that he was standing on the deck of a big ship holding a compass. However, the ship was really old and the waves were too bumpy. He had no way of seeing clearly where the compass was pointing. He could only feel that the ship was pointing. The seemingly huge old ship is struggling in the huge waves.

The dream is absurd.

Because at the next moment, Xiuge found that his eyes were flying to the top of the big ship again. He found that his body seemed to be even bigger. The ship in front of him was like a wooden model placed in the bathtub. Thinking that he had just been on the ship It was a bad experience. He reached out his hand like a baby and gently held the big ship, trying to replace it with some new parts...

"Crunch!"

The wailing sound from the old floor woke Xiuge from his vague dream. When he opened his eyes, he found that he had been enveloped in darkness. What shone through the curtains was no longer the afternoon sun, but the street outside. The faint glow created by the magic street lamp.

He turned his head with some difficulty, but saw the light of a lantern shining on the corridor leading to the bedroom.

Xiuge woke up instantly. Regardless of his physical weakness, he quickly climbed up and grabbed an empty vase on the bedside: "Who's there?"

"Hey, it's me, it's me!"

A familiar voice came over, and soon, with the creaking of the floor, the dim yellow light moved over, and the figure holding the lantern also revealed his figure and face: "The Hill Talisman is here Go on, what happened at your house? Are you okay?"

Xiuge recognized the owner of the voice, so he breathed a sigh of relief and lay back on the damp bed.

This visitor is called Putlin Gulan, and he belongs to the Kingdom of Delan by blood. It is said that his ancestors have witnessed the rise and fall of the city of Salem, and have also witnessed the negotiations between the two kingdoms, and even once had a prominent status, but now the Gulan family has long since withered. As the sole heir of this down-and-out family, Putlin has become a young thief in the city of Salem.

Before the owner of Shuge's body was deported to the city of Salem, Putlin had been secretly living in the old mansion of the Ernst family. It was precisely because of this that the two similarly down-and-out young people formed a wonderful and... Deep friendship.

Even though Xiuge had only "lived in" this body for three days, he could clearly feel the trust that the original owner of this body had in Putelin, and his understanding of the situation in Salem City in the past two days had also improved. Most of them come from this special friend.

"Thank you Hill Fu for your protection. I thought you were dead... All the doors and windows are locked, and this place is still a mess."

Xiuge shook his head feebly on the bed: "Your god of thieves will not protect me."

"Okay, then I will thank the God of Love and the God of Pen and Ink for you, thank them for their kindness and not taking away this genius of yours, okay?"

"..."

Xiuge didn't have the energy to bicker or quarrel now. He moved twice with difficulty and finally slid off the bed. At this time, Putlin lit the old magic lamp in the room.

A green face appeared in the dim light. Overall, he was handsome. However, a scar on the right side of his face ruined the overall beauty. His left eye was still blue due to fighting with someone. There was still unshaven stubble on his lips.

This is a very typical young man from Salem City.

This is true whether judging from appearance or temperament.

Puterin extinguished the lantern in his hand, and then helped Xiuge to a chair next to the bed. He looked at the door frame that had lost its door leaf, then looked at the bed that was soaked with sweat, and asked doubtfully Said: "What happened? I went to the pub to drink in the evening, and Sally said that you have never appeared since you left the pub at noon..."

As he said that, he took another look at the drawn curtains and closed windows: "The door is also locked. I've seen it, and there's no sign of anyone coming in from the outside. How did you do it like this?"

The moment he heard this question, Xiuge's already sluggish thinking immediately became sober.

He sat on the chair and took two deep breaths. His eyes glanced at the thick door panel that had fallen on the corridor and was somewhat deformed.

The experience of fabricating things that he had honed over the years at work allowed Xiuge to come up with a set of rhetoric in a very short period of time. So he curled his lips and forced out a somewhat embarrassed smile: "It's nothing, it's just because of the manuscript. I had a quarrel with someone from the newspaper about something... I originally planned to take a nap after I came back, but the more I thought about it, the more annoyed I became, and in the end I had to take it out on the door."

After that, he shrugged: "As you know, this house is very old, and I didn't expect that this broken door can't withstand being kicked."

"Newspaper company? Or is it because I used your pseudonym before?"

"No, but it's almost the same, and it seems they want to continue to suppress my royalties."

While talking nonsense, Xiuge came to the desk tremblingly. He picked up the kettle, poured himself a glass of cold water, and took a big sip.

The city of Salem gets very cold at night, so this glass of water is somewhat chilly. Feeling the coldness passing through his throat and traveling along his esophagus to his abdomen, Xiuge's body finally Sober up.

At this time, Putlin, like all young people who are prone to passion, began to vent his dissatisfaction and anger into the air for Shuge: "How can the things brought up by these giant-eared goblins live so comfortably? In my opinion, they deserve to be dragged to the crystallization mine of the Legal Committee and buried, and then be dug out by miners and filled into furnaces after dozens or hundreds of years!"

"Don't they know how important your work is? Even the witches in the river swamp know that they have to raise kidnapped fishermen. Do these bastards really know what they are doing?"

Putlin's ability to curse is outstanding, and his language is very changeable, full of the unique beauty of the streets.

It's just that Shuge was a little dissatisfied with him comparing himself to the fishermen who were captured and used as "tools" by the river witches.

Just as he was about to speak to persuade Putelin, a strong sense of hunger suddenly rose up, so the words that came to Xiuge's mouth immediately changed. He shook his head and said: "Let's not talk about this anymore, no matter what. Or should I submit the manuscript tomorrow morning... What time is it now? I slept too long and am going to get something to eat."

"It's past dinner time, but the pubs are open."

The anger on Putlin's face disappeared in an instant. He came up and patted Shuge on the shoulder: "Go to Sally's place for a drink? To be precise, I drink and you eat!"

"OK."

Xiuge nodded, so he quickly changed into clean clothes, put away the manuscripts on the table, and followed Putlin out of the door.

…

The city of Salem looks completely different at night.

The streets are very lively, and many of the holiday decorations that have been hung up are already shining with colorful light in the night. The merchants and craftsmen who sell the decorations are very smart. They use the crystal mine waste that contains rare magic power. It is ground into fine powder and then added to the decorations made of metal and living glass. Therefore, as long as it is night, these decorations can glow under the influence of magic. Although it cannot last long, its low cost and selling price are enough to add some color to the lives of lower-class residents.

Because Salem City is rich in sour beer, most residents have the habit of going out to drink two glasses of beer at night. On normal days, people can still see many miners coming from nearby mines to drink here, but Because the festival is approaching, Salem City is no longer allowed to come in and out at will, so most of the people who appear on the streets are locals with two dollars in their pockets, or tourists who come here specifically to celebrate the festival.

There are many people who know Putlin, so he will always say hello to one or another person when he walks.

Sometimes Xiuge was really curious about how this guy got along with the people in this small town.

And it’s still integrated in two senses.

Xiuge walked aside silently as usual. There was no change in this point, either before or after he took over this body, so naturally it would not attract anyone's attention.

A middle-aged man wearing the "Raindrop" mage badge walked past Xiuge. After watching him enter a hidden tavern, Xiuge looked back, and his mind began to spin: "Now It is basically confirmed that I have indeed completed the inscription of magic... and my previous guess about the dream world is not wrong. As long as you pay the corresponding price and chips, you can draw the corresponding power from it. Although the power obtained The process may be painful, but the benefits are real.”

There was a pungent smell floating in the air. The source of the smell was a vehicle loaded with many heavy wooden boxes. It was parked in front of a shop, and several people were busy unloading the goods.

In Van En today, such vehicles that use secondary crystallized ores as fuel can be seen everywhere. In those kingdoms filled with nobles, similar things are very common, but they are different from the current one. As a vehicle for transporting goods, noble gentlemen always have many new requirements for their vehicles.

Generally speaking, now that Salem City has been officially closed, vehicles transporting goods can no longer enter the city normally. Therefore, this rough and heavy truck is either used for transportation within the city, or there is some way to get it. Through the blocked city gate.

So Xiuge couldn't help but take a second look.

"call!"

Putlin liked smelling the exhaust fumes emitted by such vehicles. He didn't care at all about the pungent smell left after the secondary crystallized ore was burned out. He even enjoyed it. When he saw Xiuge stop, he stretched out his hand. Patting him on the shoulder: "What are you looking at?"

"Find inspiration."

"Oh? Looking for inspiration?"

Putlin became interested: "So you plan to write something new next time? Can you reveal it? It won't be on that kind of car, right? I've never heard of such an idea before! "

"..."

Of course Shuge knew what Putlin was talking about. He shook his head: "It's not realistic. As you know, if it is a vehicle like this, the interior must be narrow and small, and there is no aesthetic feeling at all."

"Then let's change the scene. I've seen Mr. Walter's car before. It's big and spacious, and all the metal corners are wrapped in velvet. Tsk tsk."

"I don't want to get into trouble."

"Okay, for safety reasons, but I really think this idea is great, and maybe a lot of people will want to see it."

A gust of night wind blew, and Xiuge took a deep breath. The fresh air dispersed the messy thoughts in his mind and allowed his attention to return to the dilemma he was about to face.

For the first time, Xiuge smelled the smell of magic in the air. Just as the spell casters said, it was an extremely abstract and indescribable vague feeling. Xiuge only felt that as he breathed and walked, The huge disk that had been silent in his own spiritual world seemed to begin to rotate at an extremely slow rate.

Originally, after Xiuge overdrawn the magic power in his body, the hexagonal groove pattern located on the innermost side of the disk had become extremely dim. But at this moment, Xiuge noticed that with the injection of the weak magic power, it symbolized a strange The pattern of the tentacle magic once again showed copper-green fluorescence.

"According to common sense, I have completed the magic inscription ceremony and become a 'stream level' spell caster. However, my understanding of magic is too shallow. The magic in my body cannot even support the release of that magic. Not only that. , I also lack an overall understanding of its specific lethality and effectiveness... Therefore, so far, the so-called magic is just a knife that I cannot control accurately."

While thinking, Shuge and Putlin stopped in front of the tavern. Looking at the customers coming and going in front of them, Shuge let out a long sigh of relief.

"The road ahead is long..."