Spellcasters under the Legion often say that magic is not only a force capable of altering reality, but also a pair of scissors that can trim human character and temperament.

It turns out that this is indeed the case.

Compared with the last time he came to the newspaper office, Xiuge's mentality and mood at this time have changed significantly—his purpose is more clear, and his attitude towards the newspaper clerks around him has also changed very significantly.

The magic of growth, the newfound magic of his own, now allows him to revisit his thoughts and plans that he had put on hold.

Or find a way to understand and deal with the hidden dangers in the city of Selen.

Or find some other way to break through the blockade of the city of Salem itself and escape from this place of right and wrong first.

Whether intellectually or emotionally, Xiuge would be more inclined to the latter option, his "foresight" was too incomplete, and a few clear time nodes could not help him better deal with and deal with the current predicament, and he did not think that he could save the city from the unknown calamity by himself.

Xiuge has always believed in personal heroism, and he has always been very self-aware.

Especially after a few days of continuous observation, Xiuge always felt that he could see a terrible shadow behind the city of Seren.

The scale of this shadow was so large, and no matter how much he looked at it, he always felt that the shape of this shadow was very similar to that of the two kingdoms of Wattle and Teresa.

War, and the calamity of death it causes, has been forgotten by the people of the world of Brahman.

For those who are busy with their lives, the name of war is so distant that the vast majority of people believe that in today's incredibly calm environment, the Legislature, the kingdoms, and the gods worshipped by the people will protect the inhabitants and believers of the earth from the poison of war for a long time.

But is it possible?

Under the influence of these chaotic thoughts, Hug only felt that the clerks in the newspaper office who were busy and talking with their heads were like ants running among the anthills of the embankment.

Some of them may already know that their actions are gnawing at the crumbling dam of the city of Selen, but they don't know that when the dam is broken, they will also be the first to meet the raging flood.

"Mr. Ernst, are you here for Mr. Philip?"

Miss Kiri finally handed over the annoying business to a few unlucky people, and she squeezed out a smile again, and naturally pressed to Shuge's side, reaching out to grab his arm.

Xiuge turned around just right, avoiding the other party's overly intimate movements, and then raised his hand and patted his pocket: "A special request, I rushed out and showed it to the editor-in-chief Philip." ”

"Special Requests...... Oooh, I know what it is. ”

The smile on Miss Qili's face became even brighter: "I knew that with your ability, Mr. Ernst, you would definitely not just write...... Well, writing about those works, and occasionally discussing current events, can be very helpful in raising your fame and status! ”

Shuge glanced at her, a little unsure of what to say.

Fortunately, the obese editor-in-chief Philip came out of the side at this time, and he made himself sweat profusely despite the low temperature, holding a sweat towel in his hand at this time, and constantly wiping his greasy face.

Editor-in-Chief Philip was a little surprised by Huge's appearance, so he quickly pointed to his office, signaling that Hug could go in and wait, while he walked in the direction of the rest room, it seemed that he was going to wash his face.

This arrangement fit perfectly with Xiuge's plan for the trip, so he quickly broke free from the clerical man's entanglement, turned and slipped into the office, and closed the door.

He took out the manuscript he had prepared in advance, and placed it neatly on the desk of Editor-in-Chief Philip, at the same time, his magic power also slowly swept through the office in the rotation of the magic disk, and after confirming that there was no magical anomaly in this space, Xiuge gently patted the hem of his trench coat, and then the long-hidden three-tailed mouse immediately rushed out, it screamed softly, and then under the command of Xiuge's will, it rushed towards the desk of Editor-in-Chief Philip, Its three nimble tails swung rapidly, and within two clicks, the shadow of the magical creature vanished into the shadows of the desk.

At this moment, Xiuge's goal is extremely clear.

"The Peace Newspaper has always had many administrative privileges in the city of Seren, and only in this way can they be able to ensure that they continue to receive the latest news and intelligence despite the closure of the city."

The three-tailed mouse quickly found a gap under the huge desk, and under the command of Xiuge, it quickly burrowed into it, and followed the gap into the middle of the desk's drawers, and began to grope its way towards the drawers where documents and important documents were stored.

"With Philip's habits, he should be able to feel the danger behind this series of events...... In this case, he will definitely find a way to leave a way out for himself, and perhaps a special pass will be enough to get him out of Seren City openly. ”

Shuge squinted slightly, his consciousness was invisibly connected to the magical creature he had summoned, so a new vision that he had never experienced as a human entered his mind at this moment, and everything in the dark space was all included in Xiuge's perception through the eyes and whiskers of the three-tailed mouse.

Merely......

Soon, Shuge felt sick to his stomach and nauseous.

Editor-in-Chief Philip was clearly not very particular about personal hygiene, and there were many rather terrible beings piled up in these drawers of his desk, and the smell of these things was constantly transmitting along the sensitive sense of smell of the three-tailed mouse, which caused extremely serious mental damage to Xiuge.

"Magic ink that has deteriorated...... Cookies that have clearly expired...... Rusty Armistice Day Amulet ......"

With the sight and smell of the three-tailed mouse, Shug quickly recognized the messy information that had been passed into his mind, and his face became paler.

"A stinking magazine, a pile of scrap paper...... What is it? Lingerie ??? ”

Just when Shug couldn't help but curse, the door to the office was pushed open, and the fat editor-in-chief Philip walked in with heavy steps, waving his dirty sweat towel.

"Oh, Mr. Ernst, keep you waiting!"

Philip seemed to be in a good mood at this time, he smiled and beckoned Shug to sit down, and then sat back in his seat, he threw down the sweat towel in his hand, picked up the manuscript that Xiug pressed on his desk, and read it carefully.

Naturally, Hug didn't bother to speak, he sat opposite Philip, and secretly continued to direct the three-tailed mouse to burrow through the gap in the mezzanine into the largest drawer.

A slightly pungent and cool breath entered Xiuge's spiritual world through the nose of the three-tailed mouse, and he recognized this smell, which was a special antiseptic and anti-insect medicine made by the magic alchemists under the legal committee, and its market price was quite high, ordinary people could not afford to consume it, and in fact, its effect was not much different from the insect repellent drugs used by civilians.

The only difference between the two is that this magical insect repellent can provide a slight magical protection effect on things that stain their own smell, making them easier to preserve, while paper items are less likely to turn yellow and black, and over time, the paper will also have the characteristic smell of this drug, which some more pretentious and sophisticated clerks believe should be soaked in by real writers.

It's a symbol of "status"!

For this statement, Xiu Gequan was bullshit and fart, because of the smell of the three-tailed mouse, he was now very tired of the smell.

However, the appearance of this smell also pointed the way for Xiuge.

The drawer he was on now should be the place where Editor-in-Chief Philip usually used to store important documents and documents, otherwise with Philip's stingy personality, it would be impossible to easily use this high-priced alchemy medicine here.

So the magical creature lurking in the drawer began its stealth operation, and in order not to disturb Philip, who was sitting at the table, Hug directed the three-tailed mouse to use its claws and tail to carefully remove the stacked papers, and began to search for anything that looked like an important letter or magic pass.

It didn't take long for Philip to look up.

He breathed a long sigh of relief, then lifted the manuscript and shook it vigorously twice: "Monsieur Ernst, what a surprise...... I always thought you would only write that kind of work, but I didn't expect ......"

Philip cast a puzzled look at Schug: "If you had shown this talent as I did at the beginning, maybe your life would have been much better than it is now, think about it, Mr. Ernst, if you write this kind of writing specifically for the newspaper, then your manuscript fee will definitely be more than the previous one, and the Peace Newspaper is even willing to pay you an extra salary!" ”

"It's just an attempt."

Xiuge smiled a little reluctantly: "Mr. Philip, thank you for giving me this opportunity, if it weren't for the detailed requirements and directions you put forward, I would not have been able to write such words. ”

"Ah...... Haha, you're too humble, and of course, it's definitely a virtue for those of us who make a living from words! ”

Looking at the shameless fat face in front of him, Xiuge couldn't raise any hatred, because at this moment, the three-tailed mouse had already found something in the drawer, and at the very bottom, it found a delicate metal box the size of a palm, the coat of arms of the Dharma Committee on its surface, which looked like some kind of souvenir, and not only that, Xiuge could also sense the slight magic emanating from it.

All this coincides with the characteristics of those magic passes that are issued to special agencies, groups.

"That's it...... A special pass that allows reporters from the Peace newspaper to pass through the blocked city gates. ”

Hug pondered, "Am I going to try to get it out now?" With Philip's character, he should have taken this kind of thing very seriously, and probably checked it regularly every day...... I need to try to mitigate my suspicions as much as possible. ”

At this moment, Philip's voice interrupted Xiuge's train of thought: "Mr. Ernst? Mr. Ernst? ”

So Xiuge immediately came back to his senses: "Uh...... What's wrong? ”

Philip raised his eyebrows: "You seem to be a little tired!" ”

"I'm sorry, I didn't sleep well all night for this article, and I was in a trance just now."

Shuge explained naturally, and then he asked, "Is there anything else in this manuscript that I need to adjust?" ”

Philip shook his head: "It's a good article, but, as you yourself say, Mr. Ernst—it's your first time writing this kind of manuscript, and you don't quite grasp some of the details yet, but it's not important, I can help you revise it myself." ”

As he spoke, he pushed the manuscript to the side of the table with his fat palm, and pressed it with an inkwell, and then Philip leaned forward slightly, squeezing a strange smile on his disgusted face: "Mr. Ernst, if you will, we might as well make a deal...... This article is signed by me, of course, this is also for your safety, after all, there are too many 'speculations' about the Ernst family and the Kingdom of Waterl in this text, and publishing it in your capacity may cause trouble? ”

Hearing this, Xiuge reacted immediately, and he straightened his face like those merchants who saw the money, and responded with his mouth: "Mr. Philip, I ...... After all, a lot of effort has been put into this article. ”

"Thirty more silver coins, a special reward in addition to the cost of the manuscript."

Hearing this, Xiuge's demeanor immediately changed, and he smiled stiffly, the corners of his mouth seemed to pull upwards uncontrollably, and he looked overjoyed.

So, in Philip's slightly disdainful gaze, the bastard son of a nobleman who had "never seen the world" smiled and stretched out his hand: "In that case, then it is a word?" ”

"It's a pleasure to work with."

The two men shook hands in unison laughter, and then Philip bent down and opened the drawer where the papers and papers were kept.

As early as the moment of shaking hands, Xiuge had already controlled the three-tailed mouse to hide in the most hidden corner, and with the sight of the three-tailed mouse, he saw that Philip really looked at the pass at the bottom when he took the slip, which had obviously become a natural habit for him.

Seeing that the pass was pressed down to the bottom, Philip quickly pulled out a blank slip.

He shook his magic fountain pen and scribbled two lines on it, then shoved the slip into Siug's hand.

Finishing what he was doing, Philip stood up with a smile, and he patted him lightly on the shoulder: "So, Mr. Ernst, I will personally take you to collect the manuscript fee?" ”

"I can't ask for it, sir."

So the two of them walked out of the office one after the other, and the moment the office door closed, the magic disc in Xiuge's spiritual world immediately sped up, and in the drawer of Philip's desk, there was a violent sound very quickly.