You don't cast spells by the rules at all, do you?

He had just come out of his stress and depression, and his mood was not changing that fast. He could not keep up with the girl's jumping thoughts. Under normal circumstances, he would probably praise the girl's beauty. The writer's belly is always full of compliments for the opposite sex, but now he can only say two words:

"Thank you."

"No need." The girl waved her hand, "You won't be so lucky next time."

She was here to do some work at Flores Hospital. When she entered the city yesterday, she heard that someone had escaped from the hospital. She knew that this person might die, so she wanted to try to save him. Unfortunately, she was a step too late. When she arrived, the police had already come to arrest him. Today, she sneaked into the hospital and found that Sean was threatened by Quill, so she went to help.

It's always a matter of convenience, and every person who can be saved is a good one.

She didn't know either Chris or Sean, and putting aside their looks, it didn't matter to her who she saved.

"So you flew past my house on purpose last night to remind me?" Sean asked.

"Yes," the girl said, "but you didn't listen."

Not only her, but Chris also reminded Sean that the witch hunt was cruel and that he should not get in touch with the mysterious, let alone become a wizard, as that would only turn himself into their prey.

“Don’t go to Flores Hospital again. As long as you don’t step through the door on your own initiative, they won’t arrest you.” The girl warned.

Sean: “Should?”

"They usually only catch real wizards," the girl replied.

"I've read the story you wrote. The protagonist is Carl Black? You know him, so he should be an awakener. But you have only awakened part of your cognition and have not gained magic power. This shows that your awakening level is not enough."

Incomplete awakening means that Sean has the potential to become a wizard, but it is not high, at least at this stage. Ordinary low-level wizards can't even stop a pistol bullet, and will only become one of the countless victims of the witch hunt.

"I advise you to just be an ordinary person," the girl suggested, "at least you can survive this way."

Sean was silent for a moment, then shook his head and said, "It's useless. They have already targeted me."

Since Quill knew his profession, he should have read the book he wrote. In other words, Quill also knew that he was an "awakened one" and that he was on the "patient list" of Flores Hospital.

Sean didn't understand the exact meaning of the awakened one. He hadn't had any related dreams yet, but he could roughly guess that it was an ideological awakening similar to opening his eyes to see the world.

The reason why Flores Hospital didn't do anything to him was probably because of his novel - that crazy guy Quill actually wanted to lock him up to write...

Sean's intuition told him that the bizarre yet real worldview he "shaped" in the book might make it easier for people to awaken and help them find more potential wizards.

Then catch them all in one go.

He is being used.

When he loses his usefulness, that will be his death.

So, Chris told him to stop writing and leave the city.

The only way to hide is to change your identity, change your career and start a new life without revealing any clues.

But Sean is not that kind of person.

Just like he knew that Flores Hospital might be dangerous but he still went there; just like he knew that he might die under Quayle's scalpel but he still pointed the gun at Quayle's forehead.

Sean remembered Chris' words - "When they say you're a wizard, you're not one either."

He wanted to rephrase it - "When they say you're a wizard, you better be."

Sean could sense the girl's kindness, and he also knew that ordinary low-level wizards were indeed not much stronger than mortals. Even some wizards who specialized in attack spells became glass cannons when they reached a high level. This was consistent with the setting in his book.

But it is precisely because of this that he wants to become a wizard.

Because whether it was Chris, Quill, or the Flame Crow girl in front of him, they were all proving one thing to him - everything in his book was true. His novel was told from a third-person perspective, and the author was like a bystander, witnessing heroes and epics in the long river of history, and recording them in words, so the girl thought he had awakened his cognition and understood the truth of the world.

Quill probably thought so, too.

However, what he awakened might not be cognition, but "memory".

In the dream, he was not a bystander recording history, but a first-hand perspective who participated in everything and felt the same way.

These stories are all his personal experiences.

He is not a supporting role, but the protagonist.

Carl Black is himself.

This book is called "The Moon and the Knight", and it has a special classification label in the novel——

It's called the "Invincible Flow".

……

Chapter 4 Police

"As you wish."

The Flame Crow girl saw Sean's attitude and did not try to persuade him. To be honest, this courage to resist was quite admirable. She did not deny that a little bit of it was due to Sean's appearance. This guy did have some aesthetic appeal to her, but this was not enough to make her stay for a while.

Her business in Holkodu was complete.

The next thing was to attend the "Dawn Meeting".

She needed to find a place that was absolutely safe.

"I'm leaving now, stay away from them."

"Wait a moment."

Sean raised his hand and called the girl.

The girl paused, her hair beside her ears blown by the wind, and she glanced at him sideways: "What? Do you want me to take you home?"

Sean: "..."

That's not it.

"I don't know your name yet." Sean asked.

"Want to repay me? Wait until you can enter the virtual space." The girl raised her fair neck slightly, like a proud little swan. She threw down a word, tiptoed into the air, her graceful figure silently ignited with flames, and she turned into a flaming crow again, flapping its wings and flying away.

This time she left no feathers behind.

"What is the virtual space?"

Sean stared at the sky in a daze for a while, then burst out laughing.

He seemed... disliked by the girl?

Come to think of it, it makes sense. After all, right now, he hasn't even fully awakened. He is just an ordinary person.

Instead, they need to use "transfiguration" spells, and the wizard's control over magic must reach at least the third level. For someone like the girl who crosses species and changes his body shape drastically, he may need the fourth level.

The girl looked much younger than him, only about seventeen or eighteen years old. She was obviously very talented in mysticism, and she had the capital to be arrogant - or rather, according to the world view described in his book, this arrogance was not considered arrogance on the girl. If it was a guy with a more conspicuous personality, any dog on the street who dared to look at him for two more seconds would be hit by a fireball.

Because the third level has entered the true extraordinary realm, which is the first balance of power between "science" and "mysticism". Wizards at this level already have the ability to confront most light thermal weapons head-on. Only by reaching the third level can one have the possibility of surviving the witch hunt.

And "surviving" is just the beginning.

Sean walked out of the alley and stood at the entrance. He looked over the passers-by on the street and took a deep look at the outline of Flores Hospital. Then he lowered his head, turned up the collar of his windbreaker, and walked quickly towards the taxi stand.

……

Nine o'clock in the morning is the peak traffic hour in Holkodu.

It took Sean nearly an hour to get home.

His apartment was on the third floor. As soon as he got out of the elevator, he heard the sound of screws being tightened.

A repairman in blue and white overalls was replacing the door.

The short policeman Borg was there too.

Seeing Sean coming back, he immediately smiled and greeted Sean: "Good morning, Mr. Sean."

They agreed to have the door fixed in the morning, but Sean didn't expect the other party to come so early. He took out his cell phone and found two missed calls.

"I called you before but you didn't answer, so we came straight up." Borg explained with a smile, "I thought you were sleeping, and when I went into the room to look for you, I found that you were out. I asked the technician to help change the door first, thinking that if you didn't come back after the door was changed, I would send you a text message and ask you to come to the police station to get the key."

"You know, there are a lot of trivial matters in our area. If we ignore it, we will be complained about. We need to replace the door as soon as possible so that I can go back to the police station to handle official business."

"Feel sorry."

Sean apologized, "I left in a hurry this morning and forgot to write a note. I usually keep my phone on silent. I'm sorry for delaying your work."

"It's okay. I wasn't waiting for you either." Borg laughed heartily. "But you are really careless. You dared to go out even though the door couldn't be closed. If a thief came in and stole some valuables, you would be furious."

"Don't be so careless next time."

"Yes."

Sean came into the room, "I'll go get you guys a glass of water."

"No, it'll be done soon." Borg waved his hand.

The repairman just put down the tools at hand, took off his stained white gloves, grasped the door handle, closed the door, and opened it again, trying it several times. After confirming that there was no problem, he nodded to Sean and Borg, and squatted down to pack up the toolbox.

"Okay, if there's any problem with this door in the future, feel free to contact me," Borg joked. "Lifetime warranty."

"Remember, you must lock the door next time you go out."

He patted Sean on the shoulder and entered the elevator with the repairman.

Sean watched the two men leave, thinking that this policeman had a cheerful personality, much more approachable than the stereotype, and was an easy person to get along with... and so on.

Why should I say so?

The elevator door closed gently, and the door of the neighbor's house next to it was opened cautiously, leaving a crack.

A woman poked her head out and looked around. Seeing that Borg had left, she whispered to Sean, "Did you commit a crime?"

Sean said with a smile: "If I really committed a crime, would I still be standing here and talking to you?"

"That's right." The woman breathed a sigh of relief. "I just opened the door to get milk and saw the policeman enter your house. He seemed to be looking for something and took a long time to come out. I thought he was collecting evidence of your crime."

Looking for something?

Aren't you looking for him?

The smile on Sean's face suddenly froze.

"How long is a long time?" he asked.

The woman pondered, "About half an hour?"

Sean: "..."

He knew why he said "also".

Another person who disguises himself with a good face!

"Forget it, forget about him. As long as you haven't done anything wrong, I won't be considered harboring a criminal even if you sleep with me." The woman didn't seem to notice the change in Sean's expression, and threw him a charming look: "Handsome boy, my man has been on a business trip recently and won't be back for a month or two, so... do you want to come to my house tonight to drink some milk? I'll heat it up for you myself."

"You've rejected me several times, so you should agree to it this time, right?"

"My sister has professional video equipment at home. It's all ready. You can record it and then use it to threaten me to pose in any way. I definitely don't want my husband to find out~"

"Any position?"

"Yes." The woman blinked her big watery eyes, "Sister has practiced yoga."

Sean: "Can you make a triangle? That's the most stable structure."

woman:"?"

"It's too sharp. No. How about a rounder one? How about a backwards bridge? You can go in from the front or the back..."

"Boom."

The response she received was the cool sound of Sean closing the door.

woman:"……"

"Look how proud you are."

The woman was embarrassed for two seconds, then snorted in annoyance, "Isn't it just that he's a little handsome? What's so great about that? One day I'm going to take you down and give birth to a son who's more handsome than you. Let's see if you can still be so arrogant, humph!"

"Oh!"

She closed the door as well, harder than Sean had.

The woman didn't know that Sean was thinking about her.

No matter which aspect.

First, Sean didn't want to break up her family.

Secondly, if Quill and others knew that the woman was too close to him, the female neighbor's family might be in danger.