Xiuge, who had succeeded in destroying his bedroom door, had not had time to deal with the chaos, as the magic he had successfully unleashed drained what little magic had been in him in an instant, and had succeeded in crushing his spirit.

Coupled with the excessive physical strength consumed when he was forcibly engraved with magic before, Xiuge actually fell directly on his back on his bed and fell asleep.

It's funny to say that this is the deepest sleep he has ever slept since he came to this world.

There is no fear of the future, no reluctance to the past life, and no messy words that I have written......

There is only one dream.

A dream that is somewhat complicated and somewhat simple.

In his dream, he saw a huge ship, sailing in an endless ocean, with the waves crashing and all sorts of strange creatures leaping out of the water and casting curious glances at the ship.

He dreamed that he was standing on the deck of a large ship with a compass, but the ship was a little old, and the waves were a little too bumpy, and he had no way to see where the compass was pointing, only that the seemingly huge old ship was struggling in the huge waves.

Dreams are absurd.

Because in the next moment, Xiuge found that his gaze flew above the big ship again, and he found that his body seemed to be even larger, and the ship in front of him was almost like a wooden model in a bathtub, and thinking of the bad experience he had just had on the ship, he stretched out his hand like a baby, and gently pinched the big ship, wanting to replace it with some new parts......

"Crunch!"

The wail of the old floor woke Xiuge from his vague dream, and when he opened his eyes, he found that he had been wrapped in darkness, and that it was no longer the afternoon sun shining through the curtains, but the faint glow of the magic street lamps on the street outside.

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

Xiuge came to his senses in an instant, he quickly got up despite the weakness of his body, and grabbed an empty vase placed at the head of the bed: "Who's there!" ”

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

A familiar voice came, and soon, with the creaking of the floor, the dim light moved over, and the figure with the lantern also revealed its figure and face: "Hill Fu Shang, what happened in your house?" You okay? ”

Hug recognized the owner of the voice, and he breathed a sigh of relief, and lay down on the damp bed again.

The visitor, Putlin Qulen, belonged to the Kingdom of Terea by blood, and it is said that his ancestors had witnessed the rise and fall of the city of Selen, the negotiations between the two kingdoms, and even once had a prominent position, but now the Qur'an family has long since withered, and Putrin has become a young thief in the city of Seren as the sole heir of this down-and-out family.

Before the owner of the body was banished to the city of Selen, Putrin had been secretly living in the old house of the Ernst family, and it was because of this that the two equally down-and-out young men formed a wonderful and deep friendship.

Even though Xiuge had only "stayed" the body for three days, he could clearly feel the trust of the original owner of this body in Putrin, and most of his knowledge of the situation in Salem City in the past two days came from this special friend.

"Thanks to Hilfu for your protection, I thought you were dead...... All the doors and windows are locked, and it's a mess. ”

Xiuge shook his head weakly on the bed, "Your god of thieves won't protect me. ”

"Okay, then I'll thank the god of love and the god of pen and ink for your kindness, and thank them for not taking away your genius, okay?"

“……”

Hugg didn't have the strength to quarrel and quarrel now, and he struggled to move twice, and finally slipped out of bed, and it was at this time that Putrin lit the old magic lamp in the room.

A green face appeared in the somewhat dim light, and was generally handsome, except that a scar on the right side of the face ruined the overall beauty, the left eye was still blue from the fight, and there was unshaved stubble on the lips.

This is a very typical young man in the city of Salem.

This is true both in terms of appearance and temperament.

Putrin extinguished the lantern in his hand, then helped Shug to a chair next to the bed, he looked at the door frame that had lost its door, then at the sweat-soaked bed, and asked suspiciously, "What happened?" I went to the tavern for a drink in the evening, and Sally said, "You haven't been seen since you left the tavern at noon......"

As he spoke, he looked at the curtains and the closed windows again: "The door is also locked, I have seen it, there is no trace of anyone coming in from the outside, how did you get it like this?" ”

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

He sat down in his chair and gasped for breath, his gaze sweeping over the thick, deformed door panel that had fallen in the hallway.

The experience of making up nonsense that he had cultivated over the years in his work had allowed Xiuge to come up with a set of rhetoric in a very short period of time, so he pursed his lips and squeezed out a somewhat embarrassed smile: "It's nothing, it's just that I quarreled with the newspaper people because of the manuscript...... I originally planned to sleep after I came back, but the more I thought about it, the more annoyed I became, and in the end I had to take the door to get angry. ”

After that, he shrugged his shoulders: "You know, this house is very old, and I didn't expect this broken door to withstand kicking like this." ”

"Newspaper? Or is it because of the previous incident of using your pen name? ”

"No, but it's not too much, and they seem to want to keep my fees down."

Shuge shuddered to his desk as he chattered, and he took the kettle and poured himself a glass of cold water, taking a big sip.

It would get very cold in the city of Salem at night, so the glass of water was also a little chilly, and feeling the coldness pass through his throat and down his esophagus all the way to his abdomen, Xiuge's body finally woke up.

At this time, Putrin, like all young people who are prone to enthusiasm, began to vent his dissatisfaction and anger into the air for Xiuge: "How can these big-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 they will be dug up by the miners and filled in the furnace after dozens or hundreds of years! ”

"Don't they know how important your work really is? Even the marsh witches know to keep kidnapped fishermen, do these bastards really know what they're doing? ”

Puttling's ability to scold people is outstanding, and his language is very varied, full of the unique beauty of the streets.

However, he was a little unhappy with how he compared himself to the fishermen who were taken by the marsh witches to use as "tools".

Just as he was about to open his mouth to persuade Putrin, a strong hunger suddenly rose, so the words that had just arrived at Xiuge's mouth immediately changed, he shook his head, and said, "Don't talk about this, anyway, it will be delivered tomorrow morning...... What time is it, I've slept too long and I'm ready to go get something to eat. ”

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

The anger on Putlin's face vanished in an instant, and he leaned in and patted Hug on the shoulder, "Go to Sally's for a drink?" To be exact, I drink, you eat! ”

"Okay."

Hugg nodded, and he quickly changed into clean clothes, put away the papers on the table, and went out with Putrin.

……

At night, the city of Salem is a completely different picture.

The streets are very lively, many of the festive decorations that have been hung have been shining in the night, and the merchants and craftsmen who sell the decorations are very clever, they grind the crystal ore waste that contains rare magic into fine powder, and then add it to the decorations made of metal living glass, so that as long as it is night, these ornaments can shine under the influence of magic power, although not for long, but its low cost and price, But it is enough to add a little color to the lives of the residents at the bottom.

Because of the abundance of sour beer in the city of Selen, most of the residents have the habit of going out to drink two glasses at night, if it is usual, people can also see a lot of miners who come to drink from the nearby mines here, but because the festival is approaching, the city of Serun at this time is no longer allowed to enter and exit 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 to celebrate the festival.

There were many, many people who knew Puteling, so he would always greet people like this and that while walking.

Sometimes Shug was really curious about how this guy managed to get along with the people of this small town.

And it's a two-sense blend.

Shuge walked aside in silence as usual, and this point, neither before nor after he took over the body, did not attract anyone's attention.

A middle-aged man wearing a "Raindrop" mage badge walked past Shuge, and after seeing him enter a hidden tavern, Xiuge took his gaze back, and his mind began to turn: "Now it's almost certain that I've indeed completed the inscription of magic...... And my previous guess about that 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 process of gaining power is likely to be full of pain, but the benefits are real. ”

There was a pungent smell wafting through the air, and the source of the smell was a vehicle loaded with heavy wooden crates, parked in front of a shop, where several people were busy unloading goods.

In today's Van En, you can already see this kind of vehicle using secondary crystalline ore as fuel everywhere, and in those kingdoms full of nobles, similar things are very common, but unlike the vehicle used to transport goods in front of them, the noble lords will always have many new requirements for their cars.

Generally speaking, at the moment when the city of Salem has been officially closed, there is no way for the vehicles transporting goods to enter the city normally, so this rough-looking and bulky truck is either doing transportation in the city, or there is some way to pass through the blocked city gate.

So Xiuge couldn't help but look at it twice.

"Whew!"

Putrin liked to smell the exhaust fumes emitted by this kind of vehicle, he didn't care at all about the pungent smell left behind by the burning of the secondary crystalline ore, and even enjoyed it a little, he saw that Xiuge stopped, so he reached out and patted him on the shoulder: "What are you looking at?" ”

"Find inspiration."

"Oh? Looking for inspiration? ”

Putlin became interested: "So you're going to write something new next time?" Can you tell us about that? It can't be in that kind of car, I've never heard of it before! ”

“……”

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

"Then change the scene, I've seen a car from Mr. Waterl, big and spacious, and all the metal edges and corners are wrapped in velvet, tsk."

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

"Okay, for safety, but I think it's a great idea, and maybe a lot of people will want to see it."

A night breeze blew, and Xiuge took a deep breath, the fresh air dispelling the clutter in his mind and returning his attention to the predicament he was about to face.

For the first time, Hug smelled magic in the air, and as the casters had said, it was a vague sensation that was extremely abstract and difficult to describe, and Hug only felt that as he breathed and walked, the huge disc that had been silent in his spiritual world seemed to begin to rotate at an extremely slow rate.

Originally, after Xiuge overdrew the magic in his body, the hexagonal groove pattern located on the innermost side of the disc had become extremely dim, and at this moment, Xiuge noticed that with the infusion of that faint magic power, the pattern symbolizing the magic of the strange tentacles once again revealed a copper-green fluorescence.

"Logically speaking, I have completed the magic inscription ritual enough to become a 'stream level' spellcaster, but my understanding of magic and magic is too shallow, and the magic in my body can't even support the release of that magic, and not only that, but I also lack an overall understanding of its specific lethality and effectiveness...... So far, so-called magic has been a knife that I can't control precisely. ”

In the midst of their thoughts, Shuge and Putrin stopped in front of the tavern and let out a long sigh of relief as they looked at the customers coming and going.

"It's a long way to go......"