Of course, Xiuge did not have the habit of lifting the city tiles and drilling into the city sewers in broad daylight.

He's not the legendary nezumi.

After burying these clues and traces in his heart, Xiuge stopped by the station on the side of the road and joined the waiting group.

The Peace newspaper office is located at the other end of the city of Seren, and although the city is small, he doesn't want to waste too much time walking, and if it weren't for the fact that he was not trying to verify what happened last night, he could have chosen to take the public magic van when he left the house.

Such public transport is common in the Lowe Plateau and the Plains of the Goddesses, but their number in each city is relatively limited, and the Commission's use of the magical crystalline ore has long been at its peak, but a large vehicle capable of transporting dozens of people at the same time and powered by magic is often extremely expensive.

Now, with the prevalence of steam and machinery, more and more alternatives are beginning to appear on the Lowe Plateau, and Shog's hometown, the Kingdom of Waterl, is at the forefront of this technology, and it may not be long before this old-fashioned magical vehicle is squeezed out of the stage of history by their cheaper and better competitors.

After all, in the eyes of the vast majority of people, it is far more affordable to produce a machine that can directly convert magic power into power by burning crystalline ore than to spend a lot of money and favors to find the advisors and experts of the legal committee to depict magic patterns.

After all, if you choose the latter, you will be permanently associated with those dangerous and stingy mages.

Soon, Shugg boarded the vehicle to the west side of the city of Selen.

The car was very crowded, people were close to people, the strange smell was suffocating, and the perfume sprayed in the van made the smell of this small space indescribable.

"It's a hundred times scary than rushing to the subway in the morning."

Xiuge held his breath and cowered in the corner of the carriage, it wasn't that he didn't want to stand closer to the window, it was purely because he was relatively thin and weak, and he couldn't squeeze in the tall and sturdy passengers next to him.

His feet were almost off the ground.

In this case, let alone reading the newspaper, even normal breathing was a problem, so Schug gave up the struggle, and he tried his best to clamp the paper bag containing the manuscript, and then resigned himself to turning his attention to his own spiritual world.

Just like the other spellcasters in Van Grace, he has completed the first magic inscription, and now he can accumulate magic power in his body normally, but the magic power in the natural environment is often thin and unstable, and after a full night's rest, the magic power that was originally consumed by the unknown tentacle magic is only eighty percent recovered.

"It's not going to go on like this...... Who can only use their hole cards once? And judging from the previous situation, once I used this magic, there is a good chance that I will pass out on the spot. ”

Shuge imagined in his mind what he would look like in the face of emergencies and enemies, and he only felt a little crying and laughing.

The so-called "indecisive sleep" is probably a portrayal of my current situation.

After all, the appearance of lying in place and waiting to die after the magic power is exhausted is indeed no different from "sleeping well".

"If I can't get what I really need in my dream world, then I'll have to find a way to hook up with other spellcasters...... Either the Dharma Committee, or the non-governmental organizations that are labeled as 'Wild Mage Groups' by the Dharma Council, in short, I must get a systematic learning theory and method in terms of the use of spells and the growth of magic power. ”

Xiuge thought like this, but he couldn't help but think of the female mage of the Dharma Committee who had already entered the "lake level" at a young age who stopped him last night.

He remembered that the female mage had said that there would be a member of the Dharma Committee who would visit him today...... This is a new variable.

As for the Legislative Committee, Xiuge's goodwill is really limited.

The sensory difference between creating a thing and confronting it is not small.

At least Xiuge can be sure that when he typed "the Principle of Neutrality of the Legal Committee" in the document, the smile on his face must have been very distorted and hideous.

Past life experience has taught him that "neutrality" is often a false cloak that cannot withstand any test.

Gradually, the car stopped, the door was violently opened, and people immediately pushed each other and spewed out of the open door and into the streets of the city of Seren.

Shuge got out of the car with the crowd, took a hard breath of fresh air, and then turned to the direction of the Peace Newspaper with the help of his body's memory.

……

Today's newspaper office is extremely busy, and this appearance even seems a little out of place with the whole city of Selen, because Xiuge found that as one of the important places in the city of Selen, there is not much festive atmosphere in this newspaper office at all, only a wrought iron decoration and a poster are hung very casually on the wall on the side.

Other than that, there is no trace of the celebration of the "armistice celebration" anymore.

"Good morning, Mr. Ernst."

A young female clerk wearing heavy makeup walked over with her waist twisted, wearing the most popular printed dress in the kingdom of Derean at the moment, holding a thick stack of manuscripts in her hand, she winked at Xiuge, and then showed a big smile.

Xiuge was separated from her by a table, so the female clerk leaned forward slightly, and placed the stack of manuscripts on the table with both hands, and then she supported her body and brought her face in front of Xiuge.

Shuge politely squeezed a smile.

Resisting the urge to sneeze, he quietly took a half-step back, and after avoiding the overly strong smell of perfume, he nodded in response, "Good morning, Miss Kiri...... I came to the editor-in-chief Philip, and today is the day of delivery. ”

"Oh, of course I do!"

The female clerk, Miss Kirly, leaned forward again: "I just came out of Mr. Philip's office, hmm...... He's talking to an important guest, so I'm asking you to rest at the table outside for a while, and I'll pour you a glass of water, how about you?" ”

"Thank you."

Shuge didn't want to get too much tangled with the lady in front of him, he really didn't like the strong perfume, so after thanking him, he walked towards an empty table next to his office.

In just two steps, there were no less than five clerks who greeted Xiuge.

These are the old clerks of the Peace Newspaper, who have been working here since the time when Hug Ernst first came to the city of Seren, so they can be said to know the roots of Shuge's contributions, and among the few clerks who just greeted him, there are even a few of his loyal fans.

These social animals and perverts hidden in the newspaper office are always the first to see what they want to see.

This is already a rare hope and benefit for them every month.

There was a faint sound of quarrel in the editor-in-chief's office, and it sounded like the pot-bellied editor-in-chief Philip was not very happy with his guests, and considering that the reporters were the most nimble and quickest to get information in any era and world, Hug immediately pricked up his ears and concentrated on trying to capture the subject of the debate in the office.

The newspaper office was a little too noisy.

No matter how hard Xiuge tried, he could only hear a few fragmentary words, there was no way to put these vague sounds together, he couldn't help frowning, his body moved slightly in the direction of the wall, and put on a somewhat tired posture of leaning against the wall, and then he lifted his spirits again and continued to eavesdrop on the sounds in the room.

Wonderful changes took place in this moment.

Just as Shug was focusing all his energy on eavesdropping, he suddenly felt his magic disc that had been silent begin to rotate slowly, and the sounds around him suddenly became faint and distant, and the conversation in the office next to him seemed unusually clear in comparison.

"Huh?"

Xiuge's eyebrows furrowed sharply, and he almost immediately noticed the change in the mana in his body—along with the slow rotation of the magic disc, the small amount of mana stored in his body was being consumed at a steady rate!

"It seems to be some kind of magic that comes from magic...... It's like the speed of reaction I suddenly showed when I caught the wine glass last night. ”

Hug quickly estimated the amount of mana he had, and then began to listen intently to the arguing that was taking place in the office.

He began with Philip's deep, deep voice.

"Mr. Morrell, you have overestimated the influence of our Peace Newspaper in the city...... You should be aware that not many of the inhabitants of the city really care about those matters, and I have a copy of today's newspaper here, and you can look at the last two pages of the news about the city of Seren, where no one wants to fight with the other people who live together! ”

Then, a voice answered him.

"Oh? Really? ”

"Mr. Editor-in-Chief, you should know that our men have been operating in Seren before...... And the conclusions we have drawn from the people do not match what you have said during this time. ”

Compared with Philip's rich voice, the voice of "Monsieur Morel" is relatively smooth, in Shugue's own words, it has a "greasy feeling" peculiar to people who have been in the upper class for many years, although his tone is not strong, but there is a taste of ridicule and ridicule in his words.

"If you feel that you and the newspaper are limited, then you should have told us sooner rather than wait until today to start regretting it...... Do what we say! But don't forget, which boat you're in now......"

Faced with Mr. Morrell's aggressive momentum, Philip, as the editor-in-chief, was obviously a little weak, so he muttered: "There are only seven days left." ”

"That's enough, Mr. Editor-in-Chief, just do as we say......"

Shuge listened attentively, but he was caught off guard, and a strong smell of perfume wrapped in a cup came to him, and then Shuge saw the figure in the floral dress sitting down opposite him.

As Xiuge's attention was distracted, the magic disc that had been spinning all the time came to a standstill, and naturally, the sounds of conversation coming from the office became as muffled as they had been at the beginning.

"Damn it!"

Xiuge couldn't stop scolding in his heart, but on the surface, he laughed very politely: "Miss Qili, aren't you very busy?" ”

"Mr. Ernst, have you forgotten? As the secretary to Philip's editor-in-chief, it is my job to entertain such an important contributor as you for him! ”

As she spoke, she pushed the glass of water over, and her red lips outlined an arc that made Xiuge feel slightly uncomfortable: "I was still reading the article you wrote before yesterday, ha, it's really ...... written"

She lowered her voice, and her tone became strange: "Excellent! ”

"Uh, thanks for the compliment."

Xiuge stretched out his hand, and was about to use tactics to drink water to cover up his embarrassment, but found that there was already a lipstick mark on the edge of the water glass, so he decisively stopped his movements and quietly changed the topic: "I just heard a quarrel in the office, don't you need to go and see?" Maybe Editor-in-Chief Philip needs your help. ”

"The guests he entertained had a big temper, and no one else was allowed to be present during the conversation, and I was kicked out."

The brightly dressed clerk laughed again: "To be honest, it is more pleasant to talk to someone like you, Mr. Ernst." ”

“……”

Just when Xiuge had gradually lost control of the hideous look on his face, the door to the office finally opened.

Then, the big editor-in-chief Philip walked out first.

As before, he had two whiskers, and his fat figure stretched the clothes on his body tightly, which was extremely funny.

After walking out of the office, Editor-in-Chief Philip made a "please" gesture very respectfully, and then a tall, thin middle-aged man in a black dress and unilateral glasses appeared in Xiuge's sight.

This should be the "Mr. Morrell".

As if sensing Shug's gaze, Mr. Morel suddenly turned his head to look.

Xiuge instinctively restrained his breathing and demeanor, his face was already pale, and at the moment he looked like a poorly rested or overindulged aristocratic young man, leaning against his chair and the wall, looking weak.

Xiuge clearly felt the wandering of the other party's gaze.

He felt that for a moment the Monsieur Morel seemed to have seen all his features and facial expressions, and after that, he did not say anything, but walked towards the gate of the newspaper office, accompanied by the editor-in-chief of Philip.

"Who is that young man? He seems to have the blood of the Ernst family. ”

After walking out of the newspaper door, Mr. Morel turned to Philip, who was beside him.

So the fat editor-in-chief replied with a smile: "The bastard son abandoned by the Ernst family, and now he can only survive through some unpopular writing, oh, poor wretch! ”