Chapter 158
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Han Dong stood by the window.
He stared at Cas and Sophia who had successfully left the mansion.
He lightly touched the 'crow mark' on the back of his hand.
A black shadow flickered, and the bird-beaked doctor's outfit covered Han Dong's entire body.
Going deep into the secret passage, he went to the third floor of the West Building, the [Creation Room].
Little Magic Eye seemed to be a bit of a hindrance in the 'misty environment'.
The thick white mist even made Han Dong unable to see the path clearly with Little Magic Eye.
Moreover, the tentacles that were both real and illusory would also distract Han Dong.
After careful observation, Han Dong found that the tentacles were just illusions made by the mist and were not too dangerous, so he temporarily turned off Little Magic Eye for convenience.
His vision was normal.
There was only a small amount of white mist attached to the ground in the secret passage, so it would not interfere too much.
It was time to go deeper.
From the structure of the building, the East Building and the West Building were only separated by a three-meter-thick wall.
But this secret passage was folded back and forth due to its design, resulting in a length of tens of meters … It seemed to deliberately increase the time to reach the third floor of the West Building.
While walking, Han Dong carried a portable kerosene lamp for illumination.
"Sister Wino … What is the role of the [Writer] profession? It seems to have a very high status in the Sacred City. "
"You don't know this? Let me explain it to you briefly … Writers are also known as' communicators' in private. "
"Communicators?"
"That's right, not just anyone who casually writes something can be called a [Writer], only those who have extraordinary talent in the spiritual aspect can be listed as [Writer].
There are two main roles of a writer.
First, communicate with the 'Destiny Space'.
Through their own talent, they can often create some articles that reveal the secrets of the Destiny Space.
Sometimes, they can even write a storyline that corresponds to the Destiny Event, greatly increasing the survival rate of the knights in the difficult dungeons.
This kind of targeted story creation will consume a lot of the writer's energy, only for the Destiny Events of knights and above.
In addition, the former Writer's Association and the Clock Tower also created a 'Destiny Book', containing the corresponding titles of all the events, which is of great significance to the understanding of the Destiny Space.
Secondly, some writers with excellent senses could even combine their creative inspiration with their dreams at night. They could walk out of the city wall in a high-dimensional manner without being detected by the living beings outside the city.
They provide us with very direct information about the outside of the city and provide us with early warning of some dangerous situations.
For example, last month, one of the core members of the Writers' Association spied through a dream to the west of the city wall. There was a newly built Fallen Ones lair in a valley nearly four thousand meters away.
When the knights received the information, they decisively attacked and annihilated the high-grade life form that was still in the developing stage and a spatial rift that had yet to stabilize.
Once the high-grade life forms use the spatial rifts to create portals and nests, they will pose a huge threat to the Holy City. "
"Communicating with fate outside Dreambreak City?! Is this what a writer is? "
"That's right. Being an author is of great importance to the Holy City … but on the other hand, becoming an author is also extremely risky.
Because writers are stronger than us in the mental brain and have the ability to spread, they are easily targeted by the creatures outside the city and are easily affected.
Therefore, the Holy City's Writers' Association was established and the members of the Writers' Association were given the title of nobility, allowing them to live peacefully on the third floor.
The entire third floor is covered by a mental barrier, further isolating and protecting the writers from being affected by long-range attacks … They do their best to isolate the creatures outside the city from interfering with them.
I didn't expect that something would still happen … Viscount Ares is also considered an important member of the Writers' Association. This matter must be investigated thoroughly to find out the cause and prevent more writers from being affected. Otherwise, it will bring unimaginable harm to the Holy City. "
After Celeste finished explaining the profession of 'writer'.
The two of them walked out of the passage and officially arrived at the hall on the third floor of the west building.
There weren't any stairs or elevators installed here.
If they came up directly from the west building, they would need to activate some sort of secret passage or a foldable staircase to reach the creative room on this floor.
"A writer's' creative room 'indeed needs to be absolutely quiet.
Even the design of the window position and the placement of various objects are very particular … This creates a special 'aura' suitable for writing.
The entry of outsiders will disturb the 'aura' and affect the writer's state of mind.
Under normal circumstances, writers are like Ares. They have a separate creative room or a floor and are completely forbidden to outsiders. "
Han Dong finally understood. "So that's how it is. I thought Cass' father had some unspeakable secret."
The moment they stepped into this place, the two of them were attracted to something else.
The door of the 'creative room' opposite them opened slightly, and a large amount of fog could be seen with the naked eye overflowing from the inside.
Eye Opening!
When the little magic eye opened again, the scene he saw made Han Dong break out in a cold sweat. He couldn't help but take a step back.
A large amount!
Yes! A large number of white tentacles crawled between the door cracks.
Swaying.
Squirming.
It was as if they were waving at Han Dong.
"What do you see?"
"A large number of dense tentacles … Unimaginable. Sister Wino, I'll try to take a look. You must stay at least three meters away from me. "
Buzz!
All of a sudden.
A thin holy light thread formed in Celeste's hand and wrapped around Han Dong's wrist.
Once there was any abnormality or danger, Celeste would use the holy light thread to drag Han Dong back.
Phew …
Han Dong took a deep breath and temporarily closed the little magic eye.
He tried his best to block out the terrifying scene of tentacles in his mind and slowly approached the door crack.
Through the white fog that was overflowing outside.
Han Dong vaguely saw a figure sitting in front of a desk.
In order to see more clearly, Han Dong turned sideways and slowly squeezed in through the door crack.
When he passed through the door crack and officially stood inside the room.
Han Dong directly saw a middle-aged man with red eyes writing in a book … As for what he was writing, Han Dong couldn't see clearly.
He didn't know why.
Even though Han Dong was just standing at the door of the study, his back was already soaked in cold sweat … He had the illusion that he had stepped into an endless abyss. He even felt that if he took another step forward, he would completely fall into the abyss.
"I … I have to see it more clearly."
When Han Dong opened the little magic eye again.
An unforgettable scene was imprinted in Han Dong's mind.
There was no place to stand in the luxurious study. The ground was filled with dense white tentacles.
However, the tentacles were just a 'small matter'.
Han Dong also saw an extra 'uninvited guest'.
Beside Viscount Alex, who was writing at a fast speed, stood a guest who was' not very clear '.
A guest who was covered in a yellow robe could only be seen by the little magic eye.
Why was it 'not very clear'?
It was because in Han Dong's vision, this person did not seem to belong to the current dimension. There was a black light outline around his body that completely separated him from the study.
At this moment.
This' guest 'seemed to feel the gaze of a stranger and slowly turned his body. The face under the hood was about to be exposed to Han Dong's vision.
"Wino!!!"
At this critical moment, Han Dong shouted with all his might.
For a moment, many holy light threads wrapped around Han Dong's body and pulled him out of the study.
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