The process of entering the exhibition hall and obtaining the original manuscript of "Poetry of the Night" from the library is not complicated.
For the Ernst family, the original value and significance of "Poetry of the Night" were very limited. Xiuge showed the family certificate that Old Zeke had given to him, and stated that he had come to pick up the manuscript on Weilin's behalf.
Later, the clerk responsible for guarding and managing the exhibition hall simply handed the iron box containing the ancient manuscript into Xiuge's hands.
The accommodation arranged for Shuge was actually several villas in the Ernst Manor that were specially used to entertain important special guests.
The reception rooms and conference halls where the council mages live are also located here.
Sitting on the carriage, Xiuge could see the bright lights in the hall not far away. He could even hear the fierce debate. It seemed that the information Weilin had obtained had really brought great influence to these traditional mages.
Shocking.
This reminded Xiuge of the scenes he often saw next to those conference rooms at the end of overtime work in the past.
Facts have proven that working overtime and having meetings is common everywhere.
Thinking that Wei Lin had just come out of the underground and was carried directly into the conference room without even having time to eat or drink, Xiuge could only helplessly shake his head in sympathy.
The carriage stopped slowly, and Shuge and Duden stepped out of the car. He looked at the exquisite and elegant villa in front of him under the light of the magic lamp, and asked: "Housekeeper, Miss Vereen Ernst
Have you arranged your accommodation?"
Xiuge thought this, then yawned and walked slowly towards the opposite side of the office area.
"As I said before, I took care of you...she looks pretty good, doesn't she?"
"Everything begins with a dream."
All sounds become distant.
"It doesn't look as bad as Weilin said. At least I can understand it."
However, the figure sitting in front of him, with her legs crossed and concentrating on operating the keyboard and mouse, was a woman.
However, she just "changed clothes" and her figure did not change back.
This makes the originally extremely modern office area look like a primitive jungle.
"Ha, isn't it normal for me to be like this? What makes you... uncomfortable?"
"Everything ends with sobriety."
Xiuge muttered to himself, and his eyes immediately drifted to the first official chapter of "Poetry of the Night".
He thought that he had had a very long dream. In the dream, he saw many bizarre and weird scenes, which made him feel panic and despair. However, when he woke up from the dream, he felt lost...
After completing his daily "bed check" task, Xiuge reached out to close the curtains, turned around and fell onto the bed. With the weight of his body, he sank into the soft bed.
After a while, he finally ended his semi-paralyzed state and slowly stood up from the chair.
He struggled to finish the first paragraph that was pieced together with these incomprehensible words and half-sentences. Then he decisively rolled up the manuscript and put it back in the wooden box.
In terms of his first reading experience of "The Poem of the Night", it was really difficult for him to agree with the view that "The Poem of the Night" is a magic book.
Just before falling asleep, Xiuge still vaguely heard sporadic crisp gunshots coming from the distance.
Fortunately, there were servants waiting in the residence. 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.
The text style in the manuscript of "Poetry of the Night" is very strange. Judging from the text itself, it is indeed a common language used in most areas. Some of the text is different from today's, but it can still be barely distinguished, but I don't know why.
, the author deliberately distorted these words into various strange shapes - it looks like they were "brushed" randomly with a brush dipped in black ink after being drunk, even if it was originally a straight line.
He also trembled or twisted from time to time, which made the originally legible words look weird.
With everything arranged properly, Xiuge finally relaxed.
It took Xiuge a long time to take a bath. Due to sleepiness, he almost fell asleep in the bathtub. After putting on a clean nightgown, the drowsy feeling 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 "Poetry of the Night", and put on the gloves that the clerk of the exhibition hall gave to him.
"That is the gaze cast by eternal despair."
The entire room has been smoked with ash grass, and expensive incense that can soothe the spirit is now burning on the table, and there is steaming tea on the side.
After experiencing the previous series of fatigue and fierce battles, all the residents in the metal disk are now taking the time to rest. Among them, the running rat who has benefited the most from this operation is now snoring without any image.
Big Sleep, judging from the proportions of the disc groove and the rat hole in it, the current running rat may really have the potential to become a mount.
His eyes moved downward along the poem manuscript.
They are still the same strokes that are distorted from common words, but what they depict are a large number of extremely scattered and confusing nouns, adjectives and self-made words.
"You're almost as fat as a pig."
"Oh, by the way... I remember growing something in that flower pot before."
However, when Xiuge tried to continue reading, he discovered that his previous judgments and ideas were completely wrong, because from here on, the content of "Poetry of the Night" began to develop in a direction that he was completely unable to understand.
.
This chapter was named "Sinar Sea" by Aziv, which has the same name as the invisible spiritual sea recognized by the mages in Van En.
Xiuge didn't know what to say.
"This is the eternal night that annihilates time, and is the end of all entities."
The Xiuge who came here showed his true colors directly.
"..."
"It's been arranged, sir...it's in the building next to yours. Do you need help adjusting them together?"
"What I wrote is definitely not a poem, but the charming real scene..."
Xiuge took a deep breath: "I didn't tell you, can you be more normal?"
However, when he climbed down from his desk and was about to ask questions, the figure in front of him made him dumbfounded.
Her long hair was tied into a ponytail, she wore a casual top and a simple coat with fresh colors.
What's even more absurd is that among these hanging vines and plant roots, Xiuge can still see a figure sitting in front of the computer with his legs crossed, typing away, so while he was on the lookout for these weird plant roots,
He quickly climbed onto the desk and walked forward directly from the desk.
"That's not necessary."
Xiuge's eyes fell on the top of the poem manuscript.
There were no strange sights.
"hiss……"
As Xiuge continued to read, his eyebrows gradually knitted together. The first volume of "Poetry of the Night" was divided into nine chapters of varying sizes. The chapter that was originally used as a preface
The volume has certain narrative attributes, and it roughly describes the thoughts and state of the "mad poet" Azifu when he decided to write these poems.
Xiuge read these words softly in his heart. The first three sentences alone gave him a headache - of course he had the ability to appreciate literary works, but that did not mean that he
Can easily understand these Riddler poems that have unclear meanings, seem to refer to something but are extremely vague.
"No problem, sir."
But for the nobles of the Leyland district of Bolden, this was destined to not be a peaceful night.
It sounds fucking like being angry or coquettish.
The housekeeper bowed and saluted: "If you have any needs, you can use the summons bell in the house. I will receive the message as soon as possible."
Therefore, he decided to record these things he dreamed about in the form of poetry.
Shuge's reaction obviously made Theseus very happy. She laughed happily. The clear and sweet laughter made Shuge's expression become more complicated. After a while, Theseus calmed down and her mood waned.
She raised her hand and waved, and thick black fog emerged again. In just a moment, the deep black dress appeared on her body again.
He really wanted to have a good sleep, but a small thought before going to bed still made him enter the dream sanctuary.
After opening the delicate wooden box, a roll of parchment filled with ancient writing appeared in front of Xiuge.
"How about this? I think you have to adapt to it...after all, you will soon be an orthodox Bolden noble, and there will probably be no shortage of social occasions."
He slowly unfolded the parchment and started reading with the help of the magic lamp on the desk.
In terms of readability and comprehensibility, Xiuge even thinks that this thing is far inferior to some of the classic "shitty poems" that he has read in the past. Although those things are equally outrageous, they are still fun to watch. Now
These things in front of you can only make people frown.
"Why, you don't like it?"
As Weilin introduced before, the so-called "Poetry of the Night" is essentially just an ordinary poem manuscript. There is neither any magic power nor any weird rituals attached to it. Xiuge doesn't even dare to
Use too much force to avoid crushing or tearing this ancient antique.
"It is not light that penetrates darkness."
Just like those scrappers who are helpless about their pets, Xiuge sighed.
He blinked, then raised his hand and pinched the bridge of his nose hard.
The lower body is wearing sneakers and casual pants.
Shuge felt a headache as soon as he heard Theseus use these particularly feminine words. He took a painful breath and decisively chose to change the subject. He pointed at the plant that was growing violently for some reason and asked: "
What exactly is going on?"
Everything has been prepared, the clothes prepared according to Shuge's figure, the books that Shuge had placed in the manor hotel before, all the newspapers of the past few days...
Theseus persuaded sincerely: "You can't expect all women to be the same as the ones you are in contact with now, right? In Bolden, sunny and innocent girls and cold bookworms who only know how to read are both in the minority.
A few."
These preparations were so meticulous and considerate that Xiuge felt like he was being "raised".
There are obviously magical plants growing wantonly like this for unknown reasons, but a majestic god deliberately changes into this appearance, and the purpose of doing so is purely to catch his own fish?
There were too many elements and he didn't know how to complain.
As a result, the fatigue that he had been suppressing with magic for a while suddenly broke out. Xiuge yawned heavily, and then led guard Duden into the single-family house, probably because he had never been to such a place before.
Due to the situation, Duden seemed a little embarrassed. He was carrying two rifles and looked curious and nervous at everything.
Xiuge pushed the wooden box to the center of the desk, and then he "looked" at his spiritual world.
In Shuge's view, there is a similarity between these two works, which is that people can't help but want to ask about the mental state of the writer.
He didn't really want to move in the first place, but now that he accidentally entered the dream sanctuary, he naturally felt the familiar negative mood.
Shuge shook his head: "When Miss Wei Lin ends the meeting, help me tell her that I have got what she needs. You can get it from me at any time."
…
"Forget it, let's rest first... get up in the morning and then start working on it again."
As soon as he turned the corner, he saw an extremely spectacular scene.
The flowerpot is still in place, but now it has been completely burst. A large number of dark green roots came out of the cracks in the exploded flowerpot. A lot of soil was brought to the ground, and a huge plant was repaired.
Incomprehensible forms grew out of it, and dense vines climbed up the nearby walls, offices and chairs, and quite a few of them climbed directly along the walls to the ceiling...
Theseus spoke. Although it was still a neutral voice mixed with countless voices, under his, or her, manipulation, the voice became obviously more feminine, and the tone became more feminine.
There is a meaning in it that makes Xiuge very uncomfortable.
Xiuge's eyebrows couldn't help but jump up, because he immediately discovered that this "Internet beauty" actually had a chaotic face made of thick black fog. When Xiuge cast his eyes over, there were even...
A particularly classic "funny" expression also emerged.
There are no traces or fluctuations of magic power.
Judging from its growth trend, I probably won't be able to carry it around casually in the future, and I don't know how it can be used for exploration and reconnaissance tasks like this.
"That's true. If I come two days later, will this place turn into a primitive jungle?"
"Not that much."
The female figure in a dark dress shook her head: "It is impossible to recreate the miracle of the 'Walking Forest' with just two roots. Growing like this is already its limit. You can just harvest it now."