Today, Abigail and her classmates did not continue to read books at Professor Carmen's house. Instead, they pretended to be students at the college and attended one of the professor's history classes.
The professor on the podium was full of energy and could not stop talking about his professional knowledge. However, the students under the podium were rarely full of curiosity and passion. Most of them were absent-minded or even dizzy.
Feeling sleepy.
The one who slept the soundest among them must be Stephen.
His snoring attracted the attention of the two girls in the back row, who covered their mouths and whispered, laughing at this reckless "boy".
Professor Carmen could see who was sleeping soundly, but he ignored it. As long as there was one person who was interested, he would try his best to explain the lesson.
Taking careful notes is what Abigail is best at and most accustomed to. She spreads her notebook on her knees and lowers her head to write and draw from time to time.
When the professor was getting excited about his lecture, Abigail suddenly heard a slight call in her ear.
"Miss Writer..."
With just such a gentle murmur, Abigail was shocked, and she immediately recognized the origin of the sound.
Mr. Yi...
Why is he here?
Abigail seemed a little overwhelmed when she was called for the first time. She looked around in surprise, trying to find a familiar yellow shadow in the lecture theater, but she found nothing.
Abigail thought of the mystery of the "Knower" and guessed that Mr. Yi must have used some method to call her from a distance.
Although the sound just appeared only for a moment, it made Abigail restless and felt as if the stool was getting hot.
She signaled to a student next to her, stood up apologetically, moved from the center of the row of tables and stools to the outside, and ran straight out of the classroom.
……
In the Taoist temple, Victor touched Abigail's spiritual tablet and learned that the other party should be listening to the lecture.
That's why he just called out once and didn't want to disturb her any more.
"Mr. Gold Digger and Miss Writer seem to be quite busy now..."
Victor took a deep breath, then sat back on the futon, ready to leave the secret residence and return to the material world.
But at this moment, Abigail's spirit card suddenly glowed, which indicated that the other party had entered the "woodland".
Victor was slightly startled, then he stood in front of the desk again, clicked on the spiritual tablets with his fingers, and pulled the other party to the door of the Taoist temple.
"Oh my god! How come..." Abigail had just entered the secret residence, and the forest scene in front of her was not yet clear. Suddenly, a dilapidated house suddenly hit her face. How could she not panic. The door opened, and Abigail could see yellow shadows moving in the house while standing outside.
She put away her uneasy heart and carefully entered the Taoist temple.
"Thank you for being invited, beautiful lady..."
Victor sat on the futon and greeted the other party in a calm and friendly tone.
However, in fact, he was actually a little embarrassed. After all, there was nothing important to discuss, and the other party came here specifically to see him in his dream.
Abigail swallowed her saliva, sat down, and put her hands on her knees, very cautiously.
"I'm sorry, was it really you who called me just now?"
"Yes, my lady." Victor nodded slightly.
"Is there anything I can do for you?"
"Things that are trivial, such as what we said when we said goodbye last time..."
Abigail thought about it and soon realized that Victor was talking about Vincent's diary.
"I'm sorry, I haven't seen more research notes about that scholar recently..."
Abigail was very honest, and her eyes told Victor that this was the truth.
"Okay! So... is there anything interesting you can share with me recently? Or do you need me to share a more interesting story with you?"
We’ve already come, let’s chat for the rest of the day, that’s what Victor thinks now.
The east is wild and desolate, and a lot of things have happened recently. It is difficult for him to talk to such a civilized and reserved lady.
Abigail's mouth opened slightly. She probably didn't expect the other party to call her to sleep, just to chat and talk nonsense.
"I...we recently learned a lot about Secred from a professor."
"That article has basically been completed. We should be able to return to Velen in the near future. This story will be serialized in a large section of Xinxing Daily. I believe it will become a talking point in various high-end literary salons." p>
Observing the other party's excitement, Victor also found it quite interesting. He said calmly: "Then, would you mind adding one more story..."
Abigail was very excited when she heard this, and then her eyes burst into curiosity, waiting for Victor's next words.
Victor coughed, and then he told Abigail about the grievances and resentments of a big gang that was rampant in the eastern wilderness for ten years.
It took a lot of time to finish telling it, and during the process, Abigail's eyes kept staring slightly, her lips opened and closed, and her thoughts were constantly led by this cruel and true story. As the story
The protagonist feels the turbulence and ups and downs of ten years.
Until Victor finished speaking, Abigail's mood did not calm down for a long time.
"This... this is so exciting! Is this really a story that happened in the east of Secred? Oh my god! This... this is more exciting than those lame novels currently popular in the upper class circles!"<
/p>
Abigail was amazed again and again, and she even complained a little about Mr. Yi, why he didn't share this more legendary story with her last time.
In fact, Victor didn't learn about the past of Arthur and the Conor Gang last time.
Now, in comparison, Abigail suddenly felt that the manuscripts she had written before were eclipsed.
No!
I want to go back and revise it!
Various expressions were displayed on the female reporter's face, and Victor knew that the other woman must have a lot on her mind right now.
But then, Abigail said something that surprised Victor.
"Mr. Yi, thank you for the information you provided... Well... I also recently found a lot of... um... unknown customs and culture about the indigenous people of the East Indong continent in the professor's library.
I wonder if I can exchange it for this wonderful story of yours."
Aboriginal?
Are you from Valentine?
Their customs and culture?
Could the things written in the books be more reliable than what I saw and heard? After all, I am a resident of the Indong Continent...
In his heart, Victor was slightly disdainful of Abigail's words, but then, Abigail mentioned the aborigines' worship and belief in the Three Holy Gods, as well as some kind of bloody and cruel sacrificial ceremony.
"The blood-hate ritual...that's how the professor named this primitive bloody sacrifice."
"It is said that the indigenous people of Indong will sacrifice a large number of living people to resurrect a more important person"
"What is very miraculous is that the unbelievers who were chosen for sacrifice were not killed directly, but spontaneously formed flames and burned themselves to ashes."