The cultivation of his bedroom door was successfully destroyed and he could not handle the chaotic scene because the magic he successfully released drained the few magic power in his body in an instant and successfully destroyed his spirit.

In addition, he consumed too much physical strength when he was forcibly engraved with magic, Xiu Ge actually fell on his bed directly on his back and fell asleep.

It's funny that this was the deepest time he slept after he came to this world.

There is no fear of the future, no unwillingness to the past life, nor the messy words I have written...

There is only one dream.

A somewhat complex and simple dream.

In his dream, Xiu Ge saw an extremely huge ship sailing in an endless vast ocean. The surging waves kept slashing, and all kinds of strange creatures kept jumping out of the water and cast curious eyes at the ship.

He dreamed that he was standing on the deck of the big ship with a compass. However, the ship was really old and the waves were a little bumpy. He had no way to see where the compass was pointing. He only felt that the seemingly huge old ship was struggling in the huge waves.

Dreams are absurd.

Because the next moment, Xiu Ge found that his eyes floated above the big ship again, and he found that his body seemed to be even bigger. The ship was like a wooden model placed in a bathtub in front of him. Thinking of his bad experience on the boat just now, he stretched out his hand like a baby, gently pinched the big ship, wanting to replace it with some new parts...

“Cruff!”

The wailing sound from the old floor awakened Xiu Ge from the blurred dream. He opened his eyes, but found that he had been wrapped in darkness. What shone in from outside the curtains was no longer the afternoon sun, but the faint glow created by magic street lights on the streets outside.

He turned his head with some difficulty, but saw the light of a lantern shining on the corridor leading to his bedroom.

Xiu Ge woke up instantly. He quickly got up regardless of his physical weakness and grabbed an empty vase placed at the head of the bed: "Who is there!"

"Hey, it's me, it's me!"

A familiar voice came over, and soon, with the creaking sound of the floor, the dim light moved over, and the figure holding the lantern also revealed his figure and face: "Hill Talisman is on, what happened in your home? Are you okay?"

Xiu Ge recognized the owner of the voice, so he breathed a sigh of relief and lay down on the wet bed again.

The visitor is called Putrin Gulan, who belongs to the Kingdom of Terran in terms of blood. It is said that his ancestors have witnessed the rise and fall of the city of Seren, the negotiations between the two kingdoms, and even once had a prominent position. However, the Gulan family has long since withered. As the only heir to this down-and-out family, Putrin has become a young thief in the city of Seren.

Before the owner of Shög's body was expelled to the city of Seren, Putrin had been secretly living in the old house of the Ernst family. It was precisely because of this that the two equally down-and-out young men formed a wonderful and deep friendship.

Even though Xiu Ge "stayed in" this body for only three days, he could clearly feel the original owner of the body's trust in Putrin, and his understanding of the situation in Saren City in the past two days mostly comes from this special friend.

"Thanks to Hillfu for her protection, I thought you were dead... All the doors and windows were locked, and it was a mess here."

Xiu Ge shook his head weakly on the bed: "Your God of Thieves will not protect me."

"Okay, then I will thank the God of Love and the God of Pen and Ink for your kindness. I have not taken you, a genius. Is it okay?"

“…”

Shuge didn't have the energy to quarrel and quarrel. He moved twice with difficulty and finally slipped off the bed. At this moment, Putlin lit the old magic lamp in the house.

A green face appeared in the somewhat drowsy light. Overall, it was quite handsome, but a scar on the right face destroyed the overall beauty. The left eye was still blue because of fighting with someone, and there was still unshaved stubble on the lips.

This is a very typical young man in Salon City.

This is true whether it is based on appearance or temperament.

Putrin extinguished the lantern in his hand, then helped Shuge to a chair next to the bed. He looked at the door frame that had lost the door, then looked at the sweat-soaked bed, and asked in confusion: "What the hell happened? I went to the tavern to have a drink in the evening, and Sally said, you have never appeared again since you left the tavern at noon..."

As he said that, he looked at the curtains that were being pulled up and the closed windows: "The door is also locked. I have seen that there is no trace of anyone coming in from outside. How did you make it like this?"

The moment I heard this question, Xiu Ge's thinking, which had already been a little delayed, immediately became clear.

He sat on the chair and gasped for two hard times, his eyes swept over the thick door panel that was lying on the corridor and had been somewhat deformed.

The fabricated experience that has been trained in work for many years has made Xiu Ge conceive a set of rhetoric in a very short time. So he curled his lips and squeezed out an embarrassing smile: "It's nothing, it's just that he had a fight with the newspaper staff because of the manuscript... He originally planned to have a sleep after he came back, but the more he thought about it, he became more annoyed, and in the end he had to vent his anger."

After saying that, he shrugged: "You know, this house is very old, and I didn't expect that the breaking door would not stand the kick."

"Bank? Or is it because of the fact that you used your pseudonym before?"

"No, but it's not too much, and they seem to want to continue to suppress my royalties."

While making a fuss, Xiu Ge came to the desk tremblingly. He picked up the kettle and poured himself a glass of cold water, and took a big sip.

The city of Sailun will become very cold at night, so this glass of water will bring a little chill. Feeling the coldness passing by my throat and reaching my abdomen along the esophagus, Xiu Ge's body finally woke up.

At this time, Putlin, like all the young people who are prone to blood, began to vent his dissatisfaction and anger into the air for Xiuge: "How can these giant ear goblins live so comfortable? In my opinion, they deserve to be dragged to the Crystal Mine of the Law Committee, and then be dug out by the miners and filled it into the stove after dozens or hundreds of years!"

"Don't they know how important your work is? Even the witches of the river swamp know that they have to raise fishermen tied up. Do these bastards really understand what they are doing?"

Putrin has outstanding swearing skills and his words are very varied, full of unique beauty on the streets and alleys.

But Xiu Ge was a little dissatisfied with him comparing himself with the fishermen who were captured by the witches of the river and swamp as "tools".

Just as he was about to persuade Putrin, a strong sense of hunger suddenly rose, so as soon as he reached Xiu Ge's mouth, he shook his head and said, "I won't talk about this anymore. No matter what, I'll submit the manuscript tomorrow morning... When is it now? I've been sleeping for too long and I'm going to eat something."

"After eating time, the taverns are open."

The anger on Putrin's face disappeared in an instant, and he leaned over to pat Shuge's shoulder: "Go to Sally to drink? To be precise, I drink, you eat!"

"OK."

Xiu Ge nodded, so he quickly changed into clean clothes, put away the manuscripts on the table, and walked out with Putlin.

...

The city of Salon at night is completely different.

The streets are very lively, and many holiday decorations that have been hung have already shining colorfully in the night. The merchants and craftsmen who sell decorations are very smart. They grind the crystal ore waste containing rare magic into fine powder, and then add them to the decorations made of metal living glass. Therefore, as soon as it is at night, these decorations can shine under the influence of magic. Although they cannot last long, their low cost and price are enough to add some color to the lives of the lower-level residents.

Because Saren City is rich in sour beer, most residents have the habit of drinking two drinks at night. If it is normal, people can still see many miners coming to drink from nearby mines here. However, because the festival is approaching, Saren City is no longer allowed to enter and exit at will. Therefore, most of the people appearing on the street are locals with two money in their pockets, or travelers who come here to celebrate the festival specially.

There are many people who know Putrin, so he always greets people of one kind and another while walking.

Sometimes Xiu Ge is really curious about how this guy gets along with the people in this small town.

And it is a combination of two senses.

Xiu Ge walked aside silently as usual. This point has not changed in the past or after he took over this body, so it naturally will not attract anyone's attention.

A middle-aged man wearing the "Raindrop" mage badge walked past Xiu Ge. After watching him enter a hidden tavern, Xiu Ge took his sight back and his thinking began to turn: "It is basically confirmed that I have indeed completed the inscribed magic... and my previous guess about the dream world was not wrong. As long as I pay the corresponding price and chips, I can withdraw the corresponding power from it. Although the process of obtaining power may be full of pain, the benefits it brings are real."

A pungent smell came from the air. The source of the smell was a vehicle full of heavy wooden boxes. It was parked at the door of a shop, and several people were busy unloading the goods.

In Fann, this kind of vehicle that uses secondary crystallization ore as fuel can be seen everywhere. In those kingdoms filled with aristocratic countries, similar things are very common, but unlike the vehicle used to transport goods in front of you, the nobles always have many new requirements for their cars.

Generally speaking, when Saren City has been officially closed, vehicles transporting goods can no longer enter the city normally. Therefore, this rough and heavy truck is either doing transportation within the city or has some way to pass the blocked city gate.

So Xiu Ge couldn't help but take a look.

"call!"

Putrin liked to smell the exhaust gas emitted by this vehicle. He didn't care at all about the pungent breath left after the secondary crystal mine was burned out, and even enjoyed it. Seeing that Shuge stopped, he reached out to pat his shoulder and said, "What are you looking at?"

“Find inspiration.”

"Oh? Looking for inspiration?"

Putrin was interested: "So, do you plan to write something new next time? Can you reveal it? It's not like that, I've never heard of such creativity before!"

“…”

Suge knew what Putrin was talking about, so he shook his head: "It's not realistic, you know that if it's such a vehicle, the interior must be narrow and small, and there is no beauty at all."

"Then let's change the scene. I've seen a Master Watel's car before. It's big and spacious, with all the metal edges and corners wrapped in velvet, tsk."

"I don't want to cause trouble."

"Okay, for safety reasons, but I really think this idea is great, maybe there are a lot of people who want to see it."

A night wind blew, and Xiu Ge took a deep breath. The fresh air dispelled the messy thoughts in his mind and brought his attention back to the predicament he was about to face.

For the first time, Xiu Ge smelled the magic in the air. As the casters said, it was an extremely abstract and indescribable vague feeling. Xiu Ge only felt that as he breathed and walked, the huge disc that had been silent in his spiritual world seemed to begin to spin at an extremely slow rate.

Originally, after Xiu Ge overdrawed the magic power in his body, the hexagonal groove pattern located on the innermost side of the disc had become extremely dim. At this moment, Xiu Ge noticed that with the injection of the faint magic power, the pattern symbolizing the strange tentacle magic once again revealed the copper-green fluorescence.

"According to common sense, I have completed the magic inscribed ritual to become a spellcaster of the 'stream level', but my understanding of magic and magic is too shallow. The magic in my body cannot even support the release of that magic. Not only that, I also lack the overall understanding of its specific lethality and effectiveness... Therefore, so far, the so-called magic is just a knife for me that I cannot accurately control."

While thinking, Xiuge and Putlin stopped in front of the tavern and looked at the customers coming and going in front of him, Xiuge breathed a long sigh of relief.

“The road ahead is long…”
Chapter completed!