In the dimly lit room, all the doors and windows are closed without leaving gaps, and staying inside can be described as a real invisible finger. Suddenly there was a harsh chant in the silent darkness, every tone strange to the ears of ordinary people, and neither the tongue nor the throat could imitate this strange chant.

The faint light lit up, a thumb-sized crystal emitted a soft halo, and a strange white creature could be faintly seen beating inside the crystal, it ran towards the outside of the crystal, and its size grew larger and larger until it could see the outline of its whole body, it was a snow-white unicorn, the hair on its body did not have the slightest variegation or blemish, emitting a milky white halo, and the unicorn had jumped out of the crystal with a long groan and walked in this small and gloomy room.

This dreamy scene would surely have caused the audience to exclaim if it had been put outside.

Kenneth Randolph, who controlled all this, stared at every detail of the unicorn's body, and muttered words in his mouth, but in a short time he could see fine beads of sweat on his forehead in the faint light of the crystal, and his breath suddenly stagnated, and the unicorn had not appeared for a few seconds before the light became dim, and it left a wisp of residual light in its unconsciousness and then disappeared into darkness again.

Kenneth let out a sigh and put down the small wooden stick in his hand, supported the chair next to him and sat down, wiped the dense sweat on his forehead with his long sleeves, shook his head and sighed: "In order to better appear The light operation of the illusion has been taken into account, and the quality of the crystal is no problem, this time I also used light dust as an auxiliary casting material, and the reason for the failure can only be attributed to the fatal flaw of the spell itself." ”

He pointed at the void with his stick, the lights in the room turned on by an invisible force, and Kenneth stared at his thin, trembling hands, his face gradually turning from complex and incomprehensible to gray. This spell casting cost him several months of his salary for the Brenda Theater Troupe, and how many experiments did he have left to experiment with a year's savings to buy many spell casting materials and still fail.

He was a mage who focused on illusions, he had reached the end of his life in the field of illusions, and among the illusions he was proficient in, he wanted to leave his name, and he stayed in the Brenda Theater for all these years with only one purpose, to create illusions that would make his name remembered by future generations.

Kenneth got up to leave the dimly lit room, and when he went back to the prop room, he met an employee of the theater troupe, he stopped Kenneth, observed his face and said cautiously: "Mr. Randolph, a gentleman named Harvey Adrian has made an appointment to meet you at two o'clock in the afternoon, I have postponed it, but he said you are his friend. ”

"Adrian..." Kenneth muttered the last name in a daze, looked a little better, and nodded without saying anything.

The staff looked at his thin and gloomy figure with a hint of sympathy in his eyes, Kenneth was a notoriously weird temper in the troupe, rarely had contact with other people, most of the troupe members only knew him as a spellcaster and did not know his name, Kenneth did not have any friends or family, and when he died, who would shed tears for this poor old man.

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"Harvey, did you really write this novel? Didn't you find someone to impersonate instead? In the lounge of the theatre, Harvey Adrian's friend Jared was lying on the sofa with his eyes sideways and swept Harvey back and forth with suspicion, and he was still rummaging through "The Count of Monte Cristo" in his hand, comparing the gap between the two, and if Jared wanted to say that the person he knew had the least to do with literature, the first thing that came to his mind would be Harvey Adrian.

Now that "The Count of Monte Cristo", which has become the romance of the young aristocracy, it turned out to be the work of Harvey Adrian, and Jared would rather believe that the roast suckling pig he just ate yesterday could speak. Harvey's visit to Kenneth was a sign of his fox friend, who seemed to be watching The Count of Monte Cristo, and had told him the title of the novel he had written the last time we had seen a play.

Harvey sat on the sofa and poured himself a glass of milk, shrugged his shoulders and explained helplessly: "Jared, I'm not you, I was so poor that I couldn't even eat during the previous period, how could I have spare money to hire a ghostwriter." Because I ran out of money, I happened to encounter an advertisement from Leonard Publishing House and planned to try it, but the result was unexpected. ”

"If anyone else knew that you were the author of The Count of Monte Cristo, they would have gone crazy, and who would have thought that Harvey Adrian had written a novel. I can't believe you have a talent for storytelling, I used to dislike watching these things, but now I find them kind of funny. Tell me about the ending, what will happen to the Count who has obtained the treasure. "What Jared said they are naturally Harvey Adrian's friends, and now Harvey has not been in contact with them, if Jared hadn't taken the initiative to come to the door, it is estimated that even Jared would have been ignored by him.

"Who knows, I didn't even think about the ending myself." Harvey laughed, giving a spoiler to the ending of the novel is one of the most boring things.

Jared touched his chin and guessed, "In other words, I must be with Haidai, she is so beautiful, young and energetic." ”

"Personally, I like Mercertes more."

"Oh, I now believe it's a novel you've written, this woman has the same taste as yours, and you like these flirtatious old women." Jared spread his hands and joked, put down the "Count of Monte Cristo", his eyes stared at the ceiling and said solemnly: "Harvey, you know that I can't help you in this matter, and I won't help you." ”

Harvey replied unconcernedly, "I'm here simply to find Mr. Randolph." ”

"That's good, but The Count of Monte Cristo doesn't seem to need my help right now, and there are a lot of ladies who are talking about your book now, so if you just hold a book signing, they will surely go crazy for you. Hmm~ I said, Harvey, have you changed a lot. Jared scratched his head, lay down and looked at Harvey back and forth a few more times, now Harvey's bearing is completely different from before, although his appearance is not very handsome, and standing on the side of the street is definitely a very eye-catching type.

"A lot of people say that I might as well stay at home and finish The Count of Monte Cristo as for the book signing."

"I really don't understand you, I haven't seen you for a while, and when you write a work like "The Count of Monte Cristo", you can instead put your energy into strange magic."

After teasing Jared for a while, Harvey saw that the clock hanging on the wall showed that it was close to two o'clock in the afternoon and got up to say goodbye to Jared.

He wanted to visit the spellcaster who had helped him, and Kenneth Randolph was the only one in Elroy City who could communicate with him about magic.

Since stepping into the threshold of the caster, Harvey has found that the gadgets in the [Magical Prop House] can no longer satisfy him, the low-level spell books have no point in delving, the magic props that seem to have strange functions are actually worthless, and there is not even a basic wand for sale in the goods.