To be honest, in addition to the unpleasant name of "the illegitimate son of the Ernst family", he has already been saddled with many weird titles.
Most of these titles appeared after his contributions began to be published, and each one was more outrageous and ugly than the last.
From the original "Midnight Dawn", to the upgraded version of "Five Finger Lover", to the latest "Happy Master"...
There are already countless bad nicknames like this.
As the saying goes, there are too many mosquitoes but it doesn't itch. When there are too many weird nicknames, Shuge will naturally become desensitized.
In the way Mr. Morel looked at him, Shuge could not feel any respect or kindness. The eyes hidden behind the lenses were full of alertness, contempt and hostility.
Xiuge knew that this guy would not have anything good to say about him, but it didn't matter and he didn't care.
Now he is just a little curious about the identity of Mr. "Morrell".
Editor-in-Chief Philip's office is as uncomfortable as ever. Although it looks neat, in fact the placement of many items and decorations is very awkward, especially the bookcases facing the office door. A lot of them are brand new and have never been turned over.
The books from the past are placed on the bookshelf, as if they are deliberately displaying their collection.
It sounded like a Voltaire knocked something belonging to a DeLand resident off in a crowded train.
In order not to make any noise, he moved very slowly.
"Uh...of course."
"No, no, you misunderstood, Mr. Ernst."
"Of course I know, Mr. Philip."
On that huge table, there are several ornaments and small sculptures of different styles, some of which are iron ornaments from the Kingdom of Walter, while the other part have distinctive Delan characteristics - they
Full of colorful colors and rounded edges, it is easy to identify.
Examples like Shuge are undoubtedly an anomaly in the Walter Kingdom.
"Maybe I should quit... It would be more reliable to report this kind of thing to the Legal Committee or the police station."
Instead, it looks like the traces left by snails or other creatures after crawling.
…
He recognized the smell, it was exactly the same as the smell he smelled next to the blocked street last night!
The next moment, Xiuge heard a sound.
While he was thinking about it, the heavy figure of Editor Philip reappeared in Shuge's field of vision. A disgusting smile appeared on his greasy face, so Shuge stood up and faced the man sitting
The female clerk opposite him nodded and thanked her, and then left her and the water glass with the red lip print where she was.
At the same time, the thing that made the noise chased to the stairwell of the second floor.
"Sorry...well, the newspaper office is very busy these days. You know, it's almost the holidays."
At about 10:30 in the morning, Shuge took his "fresh" royalties and boarded the magic van once again, which was as crowded as a can.
Xiuge cursed secretly in his heart, then he lowered his body, stretched out his hand and lightly touched the mark on the ground.
There are not a few young people like Putlin.
This is obviously not caused by humans.
Soon, editor-in-chief Philip finished writing the document in his hand. Shuge was about to reach out to take it, but found that Philip's fingers were still pressing on the document. Shuge looked up and saw Philip looking at him with shining eyes.
.
"Fuck."
Phillip nodded casually. He picked up his water glass and poured a sip into the huge mouth. Then he reached out and took out Shuge's paper bag. Although his fingers were short and thick, they were extremely dexterous.
Then he took out the manuscript and started reading it at a very fast speed.
Through the ray of sunlight that poured into the room, Xiuge saw something unusual in the foyer - on the old, whitened wooden floor, there was a series of indescribable and strange traces, which extended all the way from the direction of the door.
After walking around twice in the foyer, he climbed up the wall and finally disappeared beside the guardrail of the corridor on the second floor.
A slippery feeling came from his fingertips. Xiuge felt that he seemed to have touched some kind of cold mucus. However, when he raised his hand and rubbed his fingers a little, he felt a disgusting sticky feeling.
Then it disappeared again, as if what he touched was just the trace left by the water.
At the same time, Xiuge found that the magic power in his body seemed to be affected by something, and it started to operate at an alarming speed, and the metal disc in his spiritual world that was engraved with magic also began to rotate.
Under the sunlight, Xiuge saw something indescribable.
Xiuge made a quick judgment, and then decisively retreated downstairs.
He slowly moved upwards and moved his free left hand slightly, ready to release magic.
When he looks at these problems, he uses a perspective different from that of ordinary residents of Salem City. Based on his status as a "half Walter noble" and his own cognitive habits that are detached from this world, he quickly cultivates
Then I realized the possibilities that could be extended from these words.
"The upper-class nobles in the Kingdom of Delan seem to want to set off some public opinion frenzy in Salem City in the near future, and they hope to use this to explode the long-standing conflicts between the Delan people and the Votel people in the city."
A series of questions flashed through Xiuge's mind. On the surface, he politely dealt with the chattering female clerk sitting opposite him, but he was thinking endlessly in his mind.
This time, the reward he received was much more generous than before.
The two of them walked into the office one after another.
This idea jumped out of Xiuge's mind.
At this time, a quarrel broke out in the carriage.
If under a relatively peaceful environment, the people in Salem City could indeed gradually merge into a whole. However, in the past three hundred years, the two huge shadows behind Salem have been exerting their influence here all the time.
With its own terrible influence.
"Someone's coming in!"
Disappeared at the door of Xiuge's bedroom.
However, just as he reached the middle of the stairs, the sunlight coming in from the window revealed something strange in the foyer.
Similar situations are very common and happen several times a day. The Votel people are resolute and martial in character, so they will regard the Delan people who love colorful things and are passionate about art as cowards, and the latter will often describe the former as barbaric.
Shuge smiled and placed the paper bag containing the manuscript on the table: "This time of year is indeed very important to the newspaper office."
However, contrary to expectations, a gust of wind blew from the direction of the bedroom, and then Xiuge smelled a pungent and unpleasant smell.
Sometimes, time is not the real medicine for resolving disputes and conflicts.
Xiuge instinctively held his breath. Although he did not understand magic and magic yet, this intuition from the spiritual world could not be ignored, so he slowly bent down and placed the kettle on the stairs.
on the stairs, and then picked up a heavy wooden stick that was removed from the broken guardrail on the side of the stairs.
In the eyes of those travelers who come here, the two major urban areas divided by the central axis are indeed a wonder, but it also shows the hidden dangers in Salem City - the Votels and the Delans
The estrangement between them has never been completely eliminated, and any decree from both countries will trigger new shocks here.
So Philip said: "That's it, I hope you can write a few articles for the newspaper in the name of an 'insider' in the Ernst family. We will provide you with the topics. What you have to do is very simple, just use your
The words, these themes are slightly... packaged."
"Judging from the two conversations I heard before, Mr. Morel seems to want the Peace Daily to publish some special 'news' in the near future. It sounds like these news are related to the relationship between the Votel people living in Salem City and
It’s related to the Terlanders.”
The closer you are to the bottom, the more likely you are to be harmed by the aftermath of the battle between giant beasts.
In addition to the regular thirty silver coins, there were five general gold coins produced in the Kingdom of Delan placed in Shuge's pocket.
At the same time, he said: "Okay, okay, I've roughly read it... It's wonderful as always, Mr. Ernst, I'll accept the manuscript first, and give the receipt to Qi as usual.
Ms. Li, she will pay the royalties to you."
"Some people or some forces have secretly transported some things into the city... The explosion last night was probably caused by this. The Legal Committee may have known about it, but they may not be able to do anything about this kind of thing.
He will easily express his position and may even get involved with the forces involved."
"During the conversation, Editor-in-Chief Philip seemed to mention that the other party wanted to provoke a fight... Could it be a fight between the Votel people and the Delan people?"
The harvest in the morning did not make Shuge happy. On the contrary, the various strange behaviors displayed by the Peace Newspaper and the editor-in-chief Philip made Shuge more certain of the seriousness of the next situation.
This is also a very abnormal phenomenon. He knows very well that although the editor-in-chief Philip has extremely limited literary attainments, he is always extremely harsh on the contributors. Every time even if there is nothing wrong, he must
He has to pick out some thorns in the manuscript. If he can use this to reduce the royalties, he will be extremely excited!
"It seems that this guy has really encountered some serious troubles... so much so that he doesn't have the mind to care about other things."
"This bastard didn't even read the manuscript."
In the past, these "windfalls" were destined to be spent by Shuge in more areas, but in the current situation, they were destined to be consumed by Shuge in the unknown dream world and the escape from the fortress.
Luncheng is trying.
Shuge closely observed Phillip's actions and everything around him. However, before he could finish reading a full circle, Editor Phillip had already put down the manuscripts. Then he opened the drawer on the side and read from a large pile of paper documents and letters.
I pulled out a receipt, picked up a pen and started writing on it quickly.
"What's wrong, Editor Philip, is there a problem with my manuscript?"
Philip laughed again. He looked at Shuge's coat, which had some signs of wear, and said, "Mr. Ernst, you don't mind earning some extra royalties, right?"
He knew that conflicts between one ethnic group and another were not so easy to resolve.
Xiuge laughed and cursed in his heart.
There was a series of rapid, loud crawling sounds, as if countless feet were tapping the walls and the ground!
Now Xiuge no longer bothered to compare whether the sound was consistent with the strange noise he heard last night. He immediately gave up the idea of retreating silently, turned around and ran two steps downstairs, and then grabbed the guardrail beside him.
He turned over and jumped down, landing heavily on the ground in the foyer.
Xiuge walked silently and came to the corridor that he was extremely familiar with. Then he saw that the strange traces continued to extend here. It moved forward along the corridor and passed two abandoned guest rooms.
, and then passed through the small room used to store sundries, and finally...
Xiuge hesitated for a moment, but then nodded.
It didn't take long for the car to stop, and the quarrel in the car didn't stop until Shuge left the car and walked onto the street.
Xiuge walked quickly to his residence. Just like before, he opened the door and entered the hall in a slightly dim light. He filled a pot of water and then walked towards the bedroom upstairs.
As far as he knew, the surname "Morrell" was not common. At least in Salem City, the frequency of this surname appearing was extremely limited.
Xiuge thought this and frowned involuntarily.
Five general gold coins may not sound like much, but it is enough for Shuge to renovate Ernst's old house and then hire a competent housekeeper and two servants for himself.
"Morrell... this should be a surname among the aristocratic circles of the Kingdom of Deland, right? Well, what would a close relative of the royal family in an upper-class circle do in such a completely unfashionable newspaper to find an equally unfashionable editor-in-chief? They
What big things can we talk about?”
It was an amorphous, translucent, viscous substance that had already blocked the stairwell on the second floor. It stood there, with countless indistinguishable debris floating and twisting in its form, and its shape
, then slowly changed in Xiuge's sight.
In just a few breaths, it actually had a rough human shape, but the twisted human shape outline was still filled with colorless viscous substances and many fragmentary objects that came from unknown sources.
Judging from the way it travels, it is very likely that these things were inadvertently "swallowed" into its body as it advanced.
The air in the foyer was almost stagnant. Xiuge held the broken wooden stick that he used as a self-defense weapon. The memories in his mind continued to surge. Finally, in an inconspicuous corner of his mind, he pulled out an order.