Schug doesn't care what people say about him.

Truth be told, in addition to the unpleasant title of "illegitimate son of the Ernst family", he has already borne a lot of strange titles.

Most of these titles came after his submissions began to be published, and each one was more outrageous than the other, and one was better than the other.

From the very beginning of "Midnight Dawn", to the upgraded version of "Five-Fingered Lover", and then to the latest "Happy Master......

The list of bad nicknames like this has long been counted.

The so-called mosquitoes are not itchy, and when there are more strange nicknames, Xiuge will naturally be desensitized.

There was no respect or kindness in the eyes of Mr. Morel who looked at him, and his eyes, hidden behind the lenses, were full of alertness, contempt, and hostility.

Xiuge knew that this guy would definitely not have anything to say about him, but it didn't matter, and he didn't care.

Now he is only a little curious about the identity of this "Mr. Morel".

As far as he knew, the surname "Morel" was uncommon, and at least in the city of Salem, it appeared extremely only rarely.

"Morrell ...... This should be the surname in the noble circles of the Deretic Kingdom, right? Well, what do a close relative of the royal family in the upper circle do to go to such a completely unpopular newspaper to find an equally unpopular editor-in-chief? What big things can they talk about? ”

A series of questions flashed through Shug's mind, and he was thinking about it in his mind, apparently politely dealing with the chattering female clerk sitting across from him.

"Judging from the two conversations I have heard before, it seems that Mr. Morel wants the Peace Daily to publish some special 'news' in the near future, which sounds like it is related to the Waters and Tereans living in the city of Seren."

During the conversation, Editor-in-Chief Philip seemed to mention that the other side wanted to provoke a fight...... Could it be a feud between the Waters and the Derans? ”

Thinking like this, Euan's brow furrowed involuntarily.

He looked at these issues from a different perspective than the average resident of Salem, and based on his status as a "half-Wattle nobleman" and his own cognitive habits that were out of this world, Hug quickly realized the possibilities that could be extended from these words.

He knew that the contradictions between one ethnic group and another ethnic group were not so easy to resolve.

There are times when time is not the true antidote to disputes and conflicts.

In a relatively peaceful environment, the people of Salem City could indeed gradually merge into a whole, but for nearly three hundred years, the two behemoth shadows that existed behind Salem have exerted their terrifying influence here all the time.

For those who come to visit, the two great districts divided by the central axis are indeed a spectacle, but it also shows that there is a hidden danger in the city of Seren - the gap between the Waters and the Delands has never been completely eliminated, and any decree from both countries will cause a new shock here.

There are not a few young people like Putrin.

The closer you get to the bottom, the more vulnerable you are to the aftermath of the Behemoth Battle.

As he pondered, the heavy figure of Editor-in-Chief Philip reappeared in Shoge's field of vision, a disgusting smile squeezed out of his somewhat greasy face, and Shog stood up, nodded and thanked the female clerk sitting across from him, and then left the other party in place with the glass with the red lip print.

The two of them walked into the office one after the other.

Editor-in-Chief Philip's office is as uncomfortable as ever, and although it looks neat, many objects and decorations are in fact very awkwardly placed, especially the bookcase facing the office door, with a large number of new, never-touched books on the shelves, as if deliberately displaying his collection.

On the huge table, there are several ornaments and small sculptures of different styles, some of which are wrought iron ornaments from the kingdom of Waterl, while others have a distinct Teresan character, which is recognizable by its colorful colors and sleek edges.

"Sorry...... Well, the newspaper office is very busy these days, you know, it's almost the holidays. ”

"Of course I do, Mr. Philip."

Snug smiled and placed the paper bag containing the manuscript on the table: "This time of year is really important for the newspaper. ”

Philip nodded haphazardly, he picked up his water glass, poured it into the huge mouth, and then reached out and took the paper bag of Xiuge, his fingers were thick and short, but they were extremely dexterous, and he took out the manuscript in three or two clicks, and flipped through it with great speed.

Hugg watched Philip's movements and everything around him closely, but before he could finish reading them, Philip's editor-in-chief had already put down the manuscripts, and then he opened the drawer next to him, pulled out a slip from the large pile of paper documents and letters, picked up the pen and wrote on it quickly.

At the same time, he said, "Okay, a lot, I've already seen it...... It's as wonderful as ever, Mr. Ernst, I'll take the manuscript first, as always, give the slip to Ms. Qili, and she'll pay you. ”

"This bastard didn't even read the script."

Xiuge scolded with a smile in his heart.

This is also a very abnormal phenomenon, he knows very well that although the editor-in-chief of Philip is extremely limited in terms of literary literacy, he is always extremely harsh on those contributors, and every time even if there is nothing to do, he must pick out some thorns from the manuscript, and if he can use this to suppress the manuscript fee, he will be extremely excited!

"Looks like this guy is really getting into some tricky trouble...... So much so that he didn't have the heart to care about anything else. ”

Soon, the editor-in-chief of Philip finished writing the slip in his hand, and Hug was about to reach for it, but found that Philip's fingers were still pressed on the note, and Hug looked up, but saw that Philip was looking at him with bright eyes.

"What's wrong, Editor-in-Chief Philip, there's a problem with my manuscript?"

"No, no, no, you misunderstood, Mr. Ernst."

Philip laughed again, and he looked at the coat that had been worn a little by the signs of wear, and said, "Mr. Ernst, you don't mind making some extra money, do you?" ”

"Uh...... Of course. ”

Xiuge hesitated, but then nodded.

So Philip said: "That's right, I want you to write a few articles for the newspaper in the name of the 'insider' of the Ernst family, and we will provide you with the topics, and what you have to do is very simple, that is, use your words, and make these topics a little ...... Wrap it up. ”

……

At about half past ten in the morning, Xiuge once again took the magic van that was crowded like canned food with his "fresh" manuscript fee.

This time, he was paid far more generously than before.

In addition to the regular thirty silver coins, in the pocket of Xiugu, there were five common gold coins from the Kingdom of Teresa.

Five universal gold coins may not sound like much, but they are enough for Shug to renovate the old Ernst mansion and hire a competent butler and two servants for himself.

In the past, these "windfalls" were destined to be spent in more areas by Xiuge, but in the current situation, they are destined to be consumed by Xiuge in the unknown dream world and in the attempt to escape from the city of Seren.

The harvest of the morning did not make Xiuge happy, on the contrary, the various abnormalities shown by the Peace newspaper and the editor-in-chief of Philip made Xiuge more sure of the seriousness of the situation that followed.

"Someone, or some force, has secretly brought something into the city...... It is very likely that last night's explosion was caused by this, and the Legislative Committee may have known about it, but they may not easily take a stand on this kind of matter, and may even be involved with the forces in it. ”

"It seems that the upper nobles of the Deran Kingdom want to set off some public opinion frenzy in the city of Seren in the near future, and they hope to use this to detonate the long-accumulated contradictions between the Delanders and the Wattles in the city."

At this time, there was a quarrel in the carriage.

It sounded like a Wattel man knocking something out of a Deresa resident in a crowded car.

Something like this is common, and it happens several times a day, and the Wattles are resolute and martial, so they tend to describe the Dereans as cowards who love colorful things and love the arts, while the latter tend to describe the former as savage.

An example like Shuge is undoubtedly an outlier in the Kingdom of Waterl.

It didn't take long for the car to stop, and the brawl continued until Schug left the car and walked out into the street.

Shuge walked briskly to his lodgings, and as he had done before, he opened the door, stepped into the foyer in a slightly dim light, filled a jug of water, and proceeded upstairs to the bedroom.

However, as he reached the middle of the staircase, the sunlight coming in through the window shone out the hallway.

At the same time, Xiuge found that the magic in his body seemed to be affected by something, and it actually began to work at an astonishing speed, and even the metal disc engraved with magic in his spiritual world began to rotate.

"Someone's coming in!"

The thought jumped out of Shuge's mind.

With the glimmer of sunlight pouring into the room, Hug saw an anomaly in the foyer—an indescribable series of strange marks on the whitened old wooden floor, which extended in the direction of the doorway, turned around twice in the foyer, climbed up the wall next to it, and finally disappeared into the guardrail of the corridor on the second floor.

This is clearly not caused by human beings.

Rather, it's like a snail or some other creature's trail.

Instinctively, he held his breath, and although he didn't know much about magic and magic now, this intuition from the spirit world could not be ignored, so he slowly bent down, placed the kettle on the stairs, and then picked up a heavy wooden stick that had been removed from the broken guardrail on the side of the stairs.

He slowly moved upward, his vacant left hand moving slightly, ready to unleash his magic.

With his silent footsteps, he came to the corridor with which he knew so well, and he saw that the strange trail continued to stretch here, and it went all the way down the corridor, passing two abandoned guest rooms, passing the small rooms used to store miscellaneous items, and finally ......

Disappeared into the doorway of Xiugue's bedroom.

"it."

Xiuge cursed in his heart, and then he lowered his body and reached out to lightly touch the marks on the ground.

A slippery sensation came from his fingertips, and he felt as if he had touched some kind of cold slime, but when he raised his hand and rubbed his fingers slightly, the disgusting stickiness disappeared again, as if all he had touched was the traces of water.

"Maybe I should quit...... This kind of thing will be more reliable to report to the legal committee or the police station. ”

Shuge made a quick judgment, and then he stepped back downstairs decisively.

In order not to make a sound, he was very slow and slow.

However, it backfired, and a gust of wind blew from the direction of the bedroom, and then Xiuge smelled a pungent and unpleasant smell.

He recognized the smell, the same smell he had smelled last night by the cordoned-off street!

And the next moment, Xiuge heard a sound.

A series of rapid, loud crawling sounds, as if there were countless feet tapping on the walls and ground!

Now that he could no longer bother to compare the sound with the strange noise he had heard last night, he immediately gave up the idea of silently retreating, and immediately turned and ran two steps downstairs, then grabbed the guardrail beside him and jumped down, landing heavily on the floor of the foyer.

At the same time, the thing that made the noise chased to the staircase on the second floor.

In the sunlight, Hug saw something indescribable.

It was an amorphous mass of translucent viscous substance, which had blocked the staircase on the second floor, and it stood there, countless indistinguishable debris in its form was constantly floating and twisting, and its shape was slowly changing in Xiuge's sight.

However, after a few breaths, it already had a rough humanoid form, but the distorted humanoid outline was still filled with colorless viscous matter and many bits and pieces of unknown origin, which, judging from the way it traveled, were likely to be "swallowed" into itself by accident as it advanced.

The air in the foyer was almost frozen, and Hug held the broken stick he had used as a weapon of self-defense, and the memories in his mind kept churning, and finally, in an inconspicuous corner in his mind, he turned out a terrifying name.

"It's ...... Shapeshifters? ”