In a way, the distinctive physical features that the Ernst family gave to this body are similar to Schuge's status as a "writer".

The similarity lies in the fact that they both increase the chances of Shug being "recognized" at any given moment.

Especially in a very delicate place like the city of Salem.

The young man, the typical black hair and white skin of the Ernst family, and the special temperament that has always been indelible in him – the feeling of belonging to a writer or a scholar.

Even after Xiuge had been in Waterl's army for such a long time before, this aura had not been erased, on the contrary, as he deepened his study of magic, this unique temperament became more and more distinct, and unconsciously, this temperament was mixed with a bit of the seriousness and depression unique to Waterl's army.

And when a person with this special temperament stands next to a giant magic mouse with a cane, the mysterious aura he exudes transforms into a sense of oppression that makes people can't help but retreat and cringe.

Although Shuge always had a smile on his face as he spoke, the soldiers who had been living in the city of Salem for a long time couldn't help but shrink their necks when his gaze came.

They always felt that the young man was just thinking about how to use magic to slit his own neck.

Under this sense of oppression, even the huge mouse that always lay quietly in place, with strange horns on its head, felt a little more hideous.

"I used to live in that old mansion in the city of Salem and make a living from manuscript fees...... Maybe you've read what I've written?"

After hearing Shuge's words, the man in charge of leading the soldiers suddenly realized, but then a look of surprise came out of his face: "But shouldn't Your Excellency die in the fire of that old mansion?"

To this question, Shuge shook his head slightly, "So you think that a mage can be easily burned to death?"

"Ugh...... Hah, too."

The man chuckled, and during the conversation with Xiuge, the crystal gun in his hand was always facing forward, obviously he was very worried about what magic Xiuge would suddenly use to attack him, he had already seen the power of all kinds of magic.

Shuge didn't care, he asked, "You must be from Iris Street, right? Are you pointing weapons at me and my friends because we have offended your territory? Or maybe it's because you want to take some of our supplies?"

Hearing Shug say this, the man licked his somewhat dry lips and said, "We are following General Butz's orders and are conducting a search and inspection of the area around here...... You should have seen it all, right? We've left a lot of marks before."

As he said this, the man's eyes glanced slightly to the side, motioning for Hug to look at the oil paint markings left on the adjacent street by Iris Street, and then he continued, "As for now, it's just routine patrols and inspections......

Of course, Xiuge would not believe what the man said, after all, he had already used his magic perception and rat swarm to capture the movements of these Iris Street soldiers, and their arrival was definitely planned.

However, Xiuge did not expose the man's lies, he just nodded slightly, and while stroking the hair of the running rat with his palm, he listened to the other party's explanation.

Just as he had expected, after a brief foreshadowing, the man said his true thoughts: "Since Your Excellency knows Iris Street, you must have heard about General Butz's recruitment notice, right? Now, Iris Street is looking for mages like you!"

Hearing this, Xiuge lowered his head slightly, he carefully looked at the crystallized gun in the other party's hand, and asked, "So, what are you doing...... Are you inviting me?"

The moment he said this, the magic power in Xiuge's body worked quickly, and in the depths of his eyes, the dark mist of the messenger in the mirror slowly surged, and a terrifying pressure that ordinary spellcasters absolutely did not possess was directly exerted on the man in front of him.

The man said yes

It was just an ordinary officer, in the face of this sudden increase in oppression on his body, his face trembled slightly, and his arm holding the crystallized gun drooped involuntarily, but his gaze did not appear to dodge because of this.

Seeing this, Xiuge slightly restrained his magic power, and then he gently turned the Black Sun Scepter in his hand, and the excess magic power was immediately injected into it.

Almost instantly, this special metal cane played an extremely unique role under the magic infusion of Xiuge, and Xiuge's perception was instantly diffused, completely enveloping the entire block, and in the feedback given by the Black Sun Scepter, one of these Iris Street soldiers became extraordinarily "clear".

Shuge glanced in that direction seemingly casually, only to see that the person identified by the Black Sun Scepter as a member of the Black Sun Society was actually an extremely inconspicuous looking silent soldier standing at the very edge, looking about thirty years old, dressed like the others.

"You're so everywhere......

Shug sighed silently, and then he said to the captain of the soldiers in front of him, "I did hear about General Butz's recruitment of spellcasters, and I thought about visiting Iris Street...... Since there is this opportunity now, it is better to advance the trip...... However, my friend still has family to take care of, and I need to make sure his safety is a priority."

"What do you mean?"

"Tomorrow morning at ten o'clock, I will go to Iris Street on time to visit General Butz, and I won't bother you to lead the way for me today."

As he spoke, Xiuge moved his fingers, and the mage's hand immediately took out a bag of universal magic crystals from the trailer behind him, and then he graciously sent the bag forward: "Think of it as my personal gift to Iris Street and General Butz...... By the way, I know you heard what I said, and please repeat them to General Butz, I think he will be interested."

The captain of the soldiers originally wanted to say something, but at this moment, the huge mouse that had been lying on the ground raised its head slightly, a pair of green eyes were filled with tyrannical scarlet in an instant, a pair of huge horns showed a dark magical light, and its three special long tails also grew countless sharp barbs at this moment.

A terrifying aura far beyond that of the sludge monster emanated from the body of the "giant beast" and poured down on the soldiers.

A soldier with poor mental quality shuddered and almost pulled the trigger, but Xiuge's mage hand came to him in the blink of an eye, and the suppression of the poisonous magic of the "Walking Forest" was easily lifted by Xiuge, so that the chilling horror color filled the translucent magic palm.

It grasped the body of the spear with precision, and its dark green fingers pressed the magic crystal embedded in the side of the crystallized gun, which was used to drive the magic power, and then the corrosive force was violently poured into it, destroying it on the spot.

"Calm down, don't be nervous."

Xiug smiled sincerely at the stiff-faced soldier captain, and then he forcibly stuffed the bag of magic crystals into the other party's arms, and the mage hand that had just scrapped a crystal gun flew back, and the corrosive magic contained in it quietly faded, and it picked up Felix's weapon that had been placed on the ground and returned it to its original owner.

In this way, Shug re-mounted the menacing Rat with a worried Felix, and a moment later, under the nervous gaze of the soldiers of Iris Street, the terrifying giant magical creature headed towards the end of the street with its two "passengers" and the truckload of supplies.

All of them had weapons in their hands waiting to be fired, but in this case, none of them dared to pull the trigger first.

It wasn't until the shadow of the trailer disappeared at the end of the street that the soldier captain put down the crystallized gun in his hand in a tangled manner, and he gently checked the bag containing the magic crystal in his hand, and then sighed helplessly.

As a former professional soldier, instinct and intuition told him that if he really gave any orders just now, I am afraid that everyone present would not do it

Fa survived.

Shug doesn't care what other people think.

He didn't care what the Iris Street soldiers thought of him, whether they were madmen or murderers...... In today's Salem City, any identity that can make the other party lay down their arms and have a good conversation is considered a good identity.

As to what conclusion General Butz would draw from this, it is not clear what Hug would have drawn from this.

With a trailer of supplies, even Snicky couldn't run as freely as he did during the day, and although it was still fast, it was nearly evening when it managed to get the two back to the apartment building.

The task of distributing these vital supplies was naturally carried out by Felix - his past work with the Mutual Aid Society had given him a lot of experience in this area, and he had gained a considerable degree of credibility and credibility in the eyes of the survivors.

Although these "neighbors" were reluctant to lend a helping hand when Felix was sick, they were very welcoming to the little "support" that Felix sent to his door...... And this is obviously not the first time this has happened, and judging by Felix's proficiency, he should know very well how to avoid becoming a "thorn in the side" and coveted by the survivors in the vicinity.

In this regard, Xiuge did not interfere.

Taking advantage of the brief gap before nightfall, he went to another block again, and hunted down the children of the Abyss at an astonishing speed, and in the course of nearly an hour of efficient hunting, Xiuge overfulfilled his task.

Before the main body of the Descendants of the Abyss could make a new round of countermeasures against this, he rode away on the Rat of Galloping.

This night was destined to be extremely important for Xiuge, and before returning to Felix and the others' hiding place, he could already feel the constant fluctuations coming from his spiritual world, and it was obvious that something was constantly changing in the metal disc......

After Felix and the children began to rest, Shug sat alone in the deep darkness again, his eyes on his large metal disc, and his mind focused on the disc room, which had been completely cleared of all fog.

The "mask" that had been blocked by layers of fog was now completely free, and it was quietly suspended in the center of the space, the expression on the mask was constantly changing, and the mist belonging to the abyss was constantly floating out from its side.

The Mirror Emissary stood in the room, but instead of touching the mask, it grinned in the direction of Shug, and then it bent down and made a "please" gesture.

So Xiuge adjusted his state, and when he was ready, he slowly leaned his spirit towards the mask.

In the thick darkness, Xiuge opened his eyes.

He slowly spread out his palm, and then, with the help of his magical vision, he saw a thick magical mist gather in his palm, and in the blink of an eye, a dark mask was formed, and a faint thick fog continued to drift out of its edges, and under its influence, the temperature in the room seemed to drop a little, and Xiug even heard Felix, who was already asleep, turn over and pull the thick clothes covering his body.

"Okay, let me try...... What the hell are you used for?"

Shug raised his arm and sent the mask towards his face, and when the mask came to him, a powerful magic burst out of it, so that the mask directly detached from Shug's palm, and in this way, it was attached to his face.

In the boundless darkness, the strange mask composed of the fog of the abyss merged with Xiuge's face on the spot, so Xiuge's face turned into a chaotic nothingness, under the effect of the mask, Xiuge only felt that his mind seemed to be falling into a cold ice cave, but he did not feel any discomfort or tension because of it.

On the contrary, the strange cold gave him a strange sense of comfort.

It's as if you've soaked your body in a magical power that is as rich as liquid.

In this strange feeling, Xiuge gradually fell into a trance

He fell into a distant scene that clearly did not belong to this plane, just as he had entered the rat swarm dream under Ernst Manor.

As if jumping off a towering cliff, Shuge suddenly felt a strong sense of weightlessness, and then everything around him became bright and clear—he saw that he was falling, and below him, there was an endless ocean...

"Plop!"

Before he could react, gravity had pulled him deep into the cold, raging waves.