Han Dong stood by the window.

Staring at Cass and Sophia, who had successfully left the mansion.

Slightly touch the 'crow mark' on the back of your hand.

The black shadow flickered, and the costume of the bird's beak doctor shrouded Han Dong's body.

Go deep into the secret passage and go to the third floor of the West Building, the [Creation Room].

The little magic eye is in the 'foggy environment', but it seems to be a little 'in the way'.

The white fog was too thick, and even Han Dong, who opened the little magic eye, couldn't see the road clearly.

Moreover, the tentacles that are both virtual and real will also distract Han Dong.

After Han Dong's careful observation, the tentacles were only an illusion made of mist, and there was not much danger, so the [Little Demon Eye] was temporarily closed to facilitate his actions.

Visual normal.

There is only a small amount of white mist attached to the ground in the secret passage, and there will not be much interference.

Exactly deep.

The east and west buildings are structurally separated by only three meters of walls.

However, this secret passage is designed to fold back and forth, resulting in a length of tens of meters...... It seems that the time to go to the third floor of the West Building is deliberately increased.

While walking, Han Dong carried a portable kerosene lamp for lighting.

"Sister Wino...... what is the role of the profession [writer]? It seems to have an extremely high status in the Holy City. ”

"You don't know that? Let me tell you a little bit about it...... Writers are also called 'communicators' in private. ”

"Communicator?"

"That's right, it's not just a person who writes casually can be called a writer, only a person who is extremely gifted on the spiritual level can be included in the ranks of a writer.

There are two main roles of a writer.

First, communicate with the 'Destiny Space'.

Through their own talents, they are often able to create articles that reveal the secrets of the destiny space.

Sometimes, it is even possible to write a storyline that corresponds to a fateful event, greatly increasing the chances of the knights surviving to enter a difficult dungeon.

This kind of targeted storytelling consumes a lot of the writer's energy, and only focuses on the fate events above the knight.

In addition, the former Writers' Guild and the Bell Tower have also developed a 'Destiny Book', which includes the corresponding titles of all events, which is of great significance to the understanding of the destiny space.

Second, some [writers] with excellent perception can even go out of the city walls in a high-latitude posture through the combination of creative inspiration and their own dreams in their sleep at night, without being noticed by the life outside the city.

It brings us very intuitive intelligence outside the city and gives early warning of some dangerous situations.

For example, last month, a core member of the Writers' Association spied through a dream that there was a newly built lair of the Fallen in a col nearly 4,000 meters west of the city wall.

The Knights received the information and attacked decisively, annihilating the high-level lifeforms that were still in the development stage and a spatial rift that was not yet stable.

Once the spatial rift is made into a portal by a high-level life, the nest will be formed, which will pose a great threat to the Holy City. ”

"Communicate fate, dream outside the city!? Is this what a writer is? ”

"That's right, writers are of great importance to the Holy City...... On the other hand, the risk of becoming a writer is extremely high.

Because writers are more powerful than us and have 'diffusion' at the level of the spiritual brain, they are easily targeted by life outside the city, and they are also easily influenced by the spirit.

Therefore, the Holy City Writers' Association was founded, and the members of the Writers Association were given 'knighthood' status, so that they could live in the third layer in a stable manner.

The entire third layer is covered by psychic nodules, further isolating and protecting the writer from remote influences...... Do your best to isolate them from the interference of life outside the city.

Unexpectedly, something happened...... Viscount Alex is also one of the important members of the Writers' Association, and this matter must be investigated clearly to find out the cause and prevent more writers from being affected. Otherwise, it will bring unimaginable harm to the Holy City. ”

When Celeste briefly explained the profession of 'writer'.

The two also walked out of the passage and officially came to the lobby area on the third floor of the West Building.

There are no stairs or elevators.

Coming up directly from the west floor, you also need to activate some kind of secret passage or ascending folding staircase to reach this level of the studio.

"The writer's [creative room] really needs to be absolutely quiet.

Even the design of the window position and the placement of various objects are very particular...... In this way, a special 'aura' suitable for creation is formed.

The entry of outsiders will disturb the 'aura' and affect the creator's state of mind.

In general, writers are like Alex, with a separate studio or a floor, completely forbidden to outsiders. ”

Han Dong understood, "I see, I thought that Father Cass had some unsavory secrets." ”

The first time they stepped here, the vision of the two was already attracted.

The door of the [Main Creation Studio] facing slightly opened a slit, and a large amount of mist could be seen overflowing from the inside with the naked eye.

Eyes!

When the little devil's eye was opened again, the scene he saw made Han Dong sweat coldly, and he couldn't help but take a step back.

Substantial!

Right! A large number of white tentacles crawled through the cracks of the door.

Swaying

wriggle

It was as if he was beckoning to Han Dong.

"What do you see?"

"Numerous and dense tentacles...... It's unimaginable. Sister Wino, I'll try to take a look, you must keep a distance of more than three meters from me. ”

Airplanes!

Suddenly.

A thin thread of holy light formed in Celest's hand, wrapping around Han Dong's wrist.

As soon as any abnormal or crisis situation occurs, Celeste will drag Han Dong back through the thin line of holy light.

Call......

Han Dong took a deep breath and temporarily closed the little demon eye.

As much as possible, I blocked out the terrifying image of the tentacles dancing wildly in my mind, and slowly leaned towards the crack in the door.

Through the white mist that overflows outward.

Han Dong first vaguely saw a figure sitting at a desk.

In order to see more clearly, Han Dong slowly squeezed in through the crack in the door sideways.

When passing through the crack in the door and formally standing inside the room.

Han Dong intuitively saw a middle-aged man with red-eyed eyes, who was writing the book...... What is written, Han Dong can't see it very clearly.

I don't know why.

Even if Han Dong was obviously just standing at the door of the study, his back was already soaked with cold sweat...... An illusion of stepping into an endless abyss, and even feeling that if you take another step forward, you will completely fall into the abyss.

"I ...... I'll have to look at it a little bit better. ”

When Han Dong opened the little devil's eye again.

An unforgettable picture was imprinted into Han Dong's head.

There was no place for the luxurious study to stay, and the floor was covered with dense white tentacles.

However, tentacles are only 'trifles'.

Han Dong also saw an extra 'uninvited guest'.

Next to Viscount Alex, who was struggling to write, stood a 'not very clear' guest.

A guest covered in yellow robes that can only be seen by the Devil's Eye.

Why is it said 'not very clear'.

It was because in Han Dong's vision, this person didn't seem to belong to the current dimension, and there was a black light outline around his body that completely separated him from the study.

That's when it happened.

The 'guest' seemed to feel the stranger's gaze, and slowly turned his body, and his face under the hood was about to be exposed to Han Dong's vision.

"Wino!!

At the critical moment, Han Dong shouted hard.

For a moment, multiple threads of holy light wrapped around Han Dong's body, pulling him away from the study abruptly.