The process of entering the gallery and retrieving the original manuscript of Poems of the Night from the library is not complicated.

For the Ernst family, the original value and significance of "Poems of the Night" was very limited, and after Xiuge showed the family credentials given to him by the elder Zeke and showed that he had come to pick up the manuscript for Vilene, the clerk in charge of guarding and managing the exhibition hall very simply handed over the iron box containing the ancient manuscript to Xiuge.

The accommodation arranged for Schug was, in fact, a few villas in the Ernst manor dedicated to entertaining important special guests.

The halls and chambers of the Council mages are also located here.

As he sat in the carriage, he could see the bright lights in the hall not far away, and he could even hear the sound of heated debates, and it seemed that the news that Wei Lin had obtained really brought a huge shock to these traditional mages.

It reminded him of what he used to see at the end of his overtime work at the end of his old days.

As it turns out, there are a lot of things like overtime meetings.

Thinking that Wei Lin had just come out of the ground and had not even had time to eat and drink water and was directly carried into the conference room, Xiuge could only shake his head helplessly to express sympathy.

The carriage came to a slow stop, and Hug and Duden stepped out of the carriage, and he looked at the villa in front of him, which looked delicate and elegant in the light of the magic lamp, and asked, "Butler, has Miss Verneen Ernst been arranged?"

"It's been arranged, sir...... It's next door to you, do you need help getting it together?"

"That's not necessary."

Xiuge shook his head, "When Miss Vilyn is over the meeting, help me convey to her that I have already picked up what she needs, just ask me to get it at any time."

"No problem, sir."

The butler bowed and said, "If you need anything, you can use the summons bell in the house, and I will receive the message as soon as possible."

Everything was arranged, and Xiuge finally relaxed.

So the fatigue that had been forcibly suppressed by magic for all this time suddenly exploded, and Xiuge yawned heavily, and then led the guard Du Deng into the single house, probably because he had never been to such a place, Du Deng looked a little cramped, he carried two rifles on his back, and looked at everything curious and nervous.

Fortunately, there were already servants waiting in the house, and under their arrangement, Duden moved into a room specially provided for bodyguards and guards, while Xiuge went to the bedroom on the second floor alone.

Everything was ready, the clothes for Shug's figure, the books that Shug had kept in the manor before, all the newspapers of the last few days......

The whole room had been smoked with ashweed, and now there was expensive incense on the table to soothe the spirit, and steaming tea on the side.

These preparations were too meticulous and intimate, which led to Xiuge's feeling of being "raised" by himself.

It took a lot of time to soak in the bath, because of the sleepiness, he almost fell asleep in the bathtub, after changing into a clean nightgown, the feeling of drowsiness faded a lot, so he was not in a hurry to fall asleep directly, but sat down at the table with his clothes on, took the wooden box containing the original manuscript of "Poems of the Night", and put on the gloves handed to him by the clerk of the exhibition hall. ….

When the delicate wooden box was opened, a roll of parchment filled with ancient characters appeared in front of Xiuge.

There are no traces or fluctuations of mana.

Nor did any strange sights appear.

As Wei Lin introduced before, the so-called "Poem of the Night" is essentially just an ordinary volume of poems, in which there is no magic in it, and there is no strange ritual attached to it, and Xiuge does not even dare to use too much force, so as not to directly crush or tear this ancient antiquity.

He slowly unfolded the parchment and began to read it with the help of the magic lamp on his desk.

The style of the text in the manuscript of the "Poem of the Night" is very strange, and from the text itself, it is indeed the lingua franca that prevails in most regions, partially

The words were different from today's, but they were still barely legible, but for some reason, the author deliberately twisted them into all sorts of strange shapes—they looked like they had been "brushed" by a brush stained with black ink after being drunk, and even if it was originally a straight line, he would tremble or twist from time to time, which made the otherwise recognizable words strange.

Xiugu's gaze fell to the top of the poem.

"It is not the light that pierces through the darkness."

"This is the eternal night of oblivion time, the end of all entities."

"It was the gaze of eternal despair."

Shuge whispered these words in his mind, and the first three sentences alone already gave him a bit of a headache - he certainly had the ability to appreciate literary works, but that did not mean that he could easily comprehend these unclear, seemingly remarkable, but extremely vague Riddler verses.

His gaze moved down the poem.

"It all starts with a dream."

"Everything ends with sobriety."

"What I have written is not a poem, but a fascinating reality......

As Hugue's reading progressed, his eyebrows gradually twisted in, and the first volume of the poem was divided into nine chapters, large and small, of varying length, and the first volume originally used as a preface had a certain narrative quality, which roughly described the thoughts and states of the "mad poet" Azifu when he decided to write these poems.

He thought he had a long, long dream, in which he saw many strange scenes, and he felt panic and despair, but when he woke up from the dream, he was stunned......

Therefore, he decided to record these things in his dreams in the form of poems.

"It doesn't look as bad as Wei Lin said, at least I can understand it."

Xiuge muttered to himself, and his gaze immediately drifted to the first official chapter of "Poems of the Night".

This passage was named "Sinar Sea" by Azifu, which is the same name as the invisible spiritual sea that the mages in the Van En had identified.

However, when Schug tried to continue reading, he realized that his previous judgment and thoughts were completely wrong, because from here on, the content of the poem of the night began to develop in a direction that he could not understand at all.

Again, the strokes are distorted from the common word, but they depict a large number of extremely scattered and confused nouns, adjectives, and self-made words. ….

In terms of readability and comprehensibility alone, Xiuge even thinks that this thing is far inferior to some of the classic "-pee fart poems" that he has read in the past, although those things are just as outrageous, but they can be fun to watch, and these things in front of him can only make people frown now.

In Shugue's view, there is a similarity between the two works, that is, one can't help but want to greet the writer's mental state.

After painstakingly chewing through the first passage of these inexplicable words and half-sentences, he decisively rolled up the manuscript and put it back in the wooden box, and from his own first experience reading the Poems of the Night, he really had a hard time agreeing with the idea that the Poems of the Night were a magical text.

"Well, let's rest...... I'll get up tomorrow morning and toss again."

Hug pushed the wooden box to the center of his desk, and then he "looked" at his own spiritual world.

After a series of previous exhaustion and fierce battles, all the occupants of the metal disc are now seizing the time to rest, among which the Running Rat who benefited the most from this operation is now sleeping without an image, judging from the grooves of the disc and the proportion of the rat hole in it, the current Running Rat may really have the potential to become a mount.

"I'm going to get fat like pigs."

Like those shovelers who are helpless with their pets, Xiuge sighed.

Judging from the growth trend of its size, I probably won't be able to carry it around casually in the future, and I don't know how it looks like it can be competent

Tasks such as investigation and investigation.

After completing the daily task of "checking for bed", Xiuge reached out and closed the curtains, turned around and fell onto the bed, relying on the weight of his body to sink himself into the soft bed.

All the voices became distant.

But for the nobles of Ryland in Bolden, it was not destined to be a quiet night.

A moment before falling asleep, Xiuge vaguely heard sporadic crisp gunshots in the distance.

……

He really wanted to get a good night's sleep, but a small thought before going to bed led him into a dream shelter.

The Xiuge who came here was directly revealed.

He didn't want to move much in the first place, but now that he accidentally entered the dream shelter, he naturally developed a familiar negative feeling of sabotage.

It took him a long time before he finally ended his semi-paralyzed state and slowly got up from his chair.

"Oh yes...... I remember planting something in that pot before."

Thinking so, Shuge yawned and walked slowly across the office area.

As soon as he turned the corner, he saw a scene that was extremely spectacular.

The pot was still in place, but it had now been completely cracked, and a large number of dark green roots had emerged from the cracks in the bursting pot, and a lot of dirt had been brought to the ground, and a huge plant had grown out of it in an incomprehensible form, and dense vines had climbed up the nearby walls, desks, and chairs, some of which had climbed directly down the walls to the ceiling..........

This makes the otherwise modern office area resemble a primeval jungle.

What's even more absurd is that among the hanging vines and plant roots, Xiuge can also see a figure sitting cross-legged in front of the computer and tapping, so while he is concentrating on these strange plant roots, he quickly climbs onto the desk and walks directly from the desk.

However, when he climbed down from his desk and was about to ask a question, he was dumbfounded by the figure in front of him.

He blinked, then raised his hand again and pinched the bridge of his nose hard.

However, sitting in front of him, the figure who was concentrating on operating the keyboard and mouse with her legs crossed was a woman.

Long hair tied in a ponytail, a casual top, and a simple coat with fresh colors.

The lower half of the body is worn with sneakers and slacks.

Xiuge's eyebrows couldn't help jumping, because he immediately discovered that this "Internet beauty" actually had a chaotic face composed of black fog, and when Xiuge's gaze passed, a particularly classic "funny" expression even appeared on this face.

「……」

Shuge didn't know what to say.

Obviously, there is a magic plant next to it that has grown to such a point for some reason, but a dignified god wants to deliberately change into this appearance, and the purpose of doing so is purely to catch his own fish?

There are too many elements and too many things, and he doesn't know how to complain.

"What, don't you like it?"

Theseus spoke, and although it was still a neutral voice mixed with countless voices, it was obviously more feminine under him, or rather her, and there was a tone in her tone that made Shut very uncomfortable.

Sounds like fucking weirdness or coquettishness.

Xiuge took a deep breath, "Didn't I say, can you be normal?"

"Ha, am I not normal like this? How, let you ...... Tired of it?"

Theseus's reaction was obviously amused, and she laughed happily, and the crisp and pleasant laughter made Theseus's expression even more complicated, and after a while, Theseus quieted down, and she raised her hand and waved it in a hurry, and a black fog emerged, and in an instant, the deep black dress appeared on her body again.

But she just "changed her clothes",

The body shape has not changed back.

"Otherwise, I think you'll have to get used to it...... After all, you will soon be an orthodox Bolden nobleman, and I am afraid that there will be no shortage of social occasions."

Theseus earnestly persuaded, "You can't expect all women to be the same as the ones you are dealing with now, can you? In Bolden, the sunny girl and the cold nerd who only know how to read are a minority of the few."

"Hiss......"

Shugg had a headache at hearing Theseus use these particularly feminine tone words, he took a painful breath and decisively chose to change the subject, he pointed to the plant that was growing wildly for no reason, and asked, "What the hell is going on?"

"As I said before, I took care of you...... Looks good, doesn't it?"

"Indeed, if I come two days late, will this place become a primeval jungle?"

"Not really."

The female figure in the pitch-black dress shook her head: "With just two roots, you can't reproduce the miracle of the 'Walking Forest, it's already its limit, you can just go and harvest it now.".

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