The good mood when he arrived at the port had completely disappeared, and Houdini took a deep breath and tried to crush the letter several times - but his eyes flickered for a long time, and he gritted his teeth and resisted the urge to put it away, and continued to let the porter carry the things into the yard. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

When everything was cleaned up and the courtyard was quiet again, Houdini sat alone on his favorite chaise longue, silently looking at the flowers in the courtyard that had died after months of no one taking care of them, wondering what to think.

It was clear that it had the most suitable temperature and sunshine, but he felt a little chilly all over his body.

After resting for a while, he got up a little tired, picked up his paper on the mutation of creatures such as the El Shark, changed into civilian clothes, and walked to the submission desk of the journal "Deep Blue" not far away.

I thought I would be busy for a long time, but I didn't want to be idle all of a sudden. Houdini thought about it, so he simply submitted the paper first.

Rasiman can submit his manuscript by mail or directly to his door. With the exception of a few large, high-impact journals, most of the magazine's offices are consolidated in the same region. Therefore, the mages who live in Durell City often choose to submit their manuscripts directly, because when submitting in this way, they will first get the opinions of the "recipients", and if they are lucky, they can catch up with the reviewers to review on the spot, which will be much more efficient.

Houdini wrote this paper because he really felt that this kind of anomaly was necessary to be studied, and not just to "brush up on points". So he didn't care about the fatigue of the journey, and came to this complex of buildings known as the "Pool of Ideas".

Magazines and newspapers of all kinds have offices here, and the masters of various fields are hidden, so that even the Magus will not be unbridled in such a place - Houdini quickly found the submission office of Deep Blue after walking through several alleys, and then respectfully handed in the paper.

The recipients were not the mages he knew, and he was in a bad mood and didn't really want to discuss any academic issues now, so he planned to turn around and leave. But the mage who got the paper raised his eyebrows and stopped him:

"Wait, you're Houdini of Blunca, the one who came back today?"

"It's me. ”

Houdini turned around suspiciously, thinking that the other party had some questions, but saw that the other party directly handed the paper back-

"Deep Blue rejects your manuscript. Please come back. ”

"What—what do you mean? Why?"

"For no reason, none of Raciman's backbone periodicals would give a journal to a traitor. ”

Houdini was stunned by this, and he didn't understand for a moment what the other party meant, but soon his lips trembled with anger. However, he wanted to say something, but he was speechless for a while because of the other party's disgusted look and disdainful gaze.

"Take it. ”

Seeing that Houdini did not answer, the mage simply reached out and shoved a stack of manuscripts into his hand, and then returned to his workstation and continued to flip through the book as if nothing had happened.

Finally... What happened?

Houdini slammed a breath into his chest, making his face red and white for a while. After walking out of the door in despair, he tried to cast a spell three times in a row to burn the paper directly, but he didn't do such a thing after all.

For Laciman, he has a sincere heart after all. Even though he received those reproaches in the first place, even if the Blenka Academy no longer trusted him, Houdini still thought he had a chance to explain...

But now, he suddenly realized a problem: even people who have nothing to do with him have such great prejudice and estrangement. I'm afraid what happened in this is not something that can be explained in a few words.

Who is his enemy? Houdini has not yet figured it out.

What did they do? Houdini doesn't know.

What's next?

Houdini knew that this was the question he needed to think about now.

Blunka College, who was supposed to be a "backer", was selectively deaf, and he was completely uninterested in going to the cold face and hot butt again, so after standing in the alley for a few minutes, he took a deep breath and walked towards the "Nabur neighborhood" that is usually used to receive his foreign envoys.

At times like this... Just ask Roddy.

He thought to himself, because it was not far away, and it took him a few minutes to walk into this lively area. But the chaotic scene around him made him a little surprised: how could there be so many people living in this place on weekdays, when it was deserted on weekdays?

Normally, foreign merchants would not have come with caravans to stay here, because the hotels were so well-appointed and expensive that only the small countries around Rasiman were invited by the Parliament to live here - that is, the "guests" who had come to stay here were invited by the Parliament out of their own pockets. And now, as soon as he looked at it, Houdini recognized the costumes and carriages of the five surrounding countries passing in front of him...

Houdini instinctively realized that something was wrong, he quickly stopped the pedestrians on the side of the road and asked a few words, only to know that the "Twilight Crown" event was actually advanced, and it was held half a month later!

Now, he immediately understood what was going on - as a Rasiman man, he naturally understood the idea of the upper echelons to show the prestige of the country through activities, but... Why hasn't anyone ever mentioned this kind of thing to themselves from beginning to end?

Obviously, this attitude already says a lot about what the Rasiman parliament thinks of him.

Houdini felt that the bustling world in front of him was like a big joke!

For Rassiman, he has always had naïve expectations. He used to fantasize... When he returns with honors, everyone will understand his plight and recognize his contribution to the country.

However, when he really stood on this land, he suddenly found that the reality was so cold: no matter how hard he tried, a small "researcher" could not compete with a few words from the core members of the graduate school.

Houdini took two steps back and sat down on the edge of the flowerbed weakly. At this moment, mourning was greater than death, and with a haggard face, he stretched out his hand to cover his face, but after rubbing it vigorously a few times, the old man with slightly red eyes stood up again - his slightly squinted eyes were no longer as easy-going as before, but a little more cold than before. He looked at the hotel on this street and saw that there was no sign of Roddy's team. Remembering the parliament's attitude towards him, Houdini's face became even more gloomy.

As a "prophecy system" mage, he was not worried about finding someone, and after he took out his wand and cast the spell, the result of the spell made him sigh inexplicably-

"If you want to bully, just bully an old bone like me. But you shouldn't have to mess with him..."

"That's a big problem. (To be continued.) )