Chapter 163: High Level Negotiations
A raven feather flew down.
First a black mask floats in the air.
The black feathers converge.
The Raven Prophet, shrouded in black robes, appears.
"The Raven Domain.
An aura similar to the ripples of black water ford at its feet, covering the entire [Creation Room].
Gaga~.
Hundreds of crows ford in the field.
Even Han Dong could intuitively feel the sense of danger, and every single raven was very deadly.
The fallen servants that gathered in the [Creation Room] were aware of the intruders.
Imdiately losing their human form, they swooped in madly.
Mr. Black and White waved his hand.
A single raven quickly and precisely drilled into their mouths.
Seeing the foreign object swirl around inside them, destroying the core almost instantly, imdiately disintegrating and turning into a puddle of sewage.
At the sa ti a raven flew quietly to the desk and breathed in the spirit of Alex Martini's psychic body into his body.
If this spirit is destroyed, Alex will lose his ability to create and the Holy City will lose an important writer.
Only.
The 'important creation' had been completed.
Alex no longer had any use for the yellow-robed man.
Therefore, the man did not stop the Raven from taking him away.
"It's been hard work clearing the Fallen on this journey, Knight Celeste, you exit for now while forgetting about what happened here."
Mr. Black and White waved his hand again.
Celeste imdiately exited the study while being forcibly taken out of the mansion by a raven.
In this way, only Mr. Black and White, Han Dong and this yellow-robed mysterious man were left in the creation room.
In the yellow-robed man's hands was a finished book created by Alex, and on the cover was printed a large English character - "Legend of the Dragon Race".
From the cover and the title, it seems to be an ordinary magical novel, nothing strange or dangerous.
Mr. Black and White started the conversation with.
"I don't know what purpose an existence of your level has for secretly sneaking into the Holy City.
Based on the Order's investigation, and my personal knowledge, you don't seem to be taking action against the 'writer's community', just singling out this Viscount Alex.
Although Alex is a core mber of the Writer's Group, he has no real power.
You can only get so 'shallow' information about the Holy City from him, it's useless.
And the finished work you have in your hands doesn't seem to be special either.
What is your purpose?"
As Mr. Black and White asked questions.
The yellow robe slowly rotated.
However, the yellow robe seen this ti was not quite the sa as the one Han Dong had seen last night, it could be clearly seen with the naked eye, and the sense of pressure released was not strong either.
It didn't feel like Han Dong was falling into an abyss at all.
Underneath the hood, it was the Martini family's old steward.
Only, there were so white tentacles that surfaced between his pupils.
The yellow-robed mysterious man was precisely manipulating this steward through possession, secretly plotting all this.
Through this steward's body, the yellowed teeth slowly opened.
Along with the movent of the foreign body in his mouth, he spoke a standard and fluent English.
"I don't really an any harm, and I'm not at all interested in invading your city, or even opposed to it.
After all, you humans are really interesting, especially in terms of your 'cultural heritage'.
I was just bored outside, and while on a world tour, I ca across a few large flying dragons that were brought out of the 'weird space' by your humans.
Their forms, cries, and scales on their bodies intrigued .
After killing them, an idea for a fantasy novel about the 'Age of the Dragons' ca to my mind.
Therefore, I plan to find a writer who specializes in 'fantasy' to help
write a full-length novel of a standard quality based on the frawork of the system I conceived.
After all, life outside the city is just too boring, it's quite nice to look at decimals to pass the ti.
Unlike you guys, I'm very interested in the various cultural products of you humans, especially this kind of astronomically long and interesting novel.
This Dragon Saga was created under my supervision, and if you guys are interested, I can make two copies for you on the spot.
Let's see if the dragon race worldview I've constructed is interesting."
Such an explanation fell on deaf ears with Han Dong.
There was neither a major plan to invade the holy city, nor an evil idea to corrupt the human race.
This yellow-robed mysterious man's main objective was actually just this.
Under its induction and compulsion, it allowed Viscount Alex to complete a lengthy fantasy novel in just ten days, this approach was close to squeezing all of Viscount Alex's brain power.
Listen to the yellow-robed mystic's explanation.
Mr. Black and White, on the other hand, had a thoughtful expression, "Give
a copy, right?"
"Yes!"
With a large number of tentacles growing out from under the yellow robe.
Like a printer, imdiately the novel reproduces an out.
Mr. Black and White, as the reviewer, read it quickly on the spot and gave a brief evaluation.
"Quite a good novel, it should reach bestseller level when placed in the Holy City, However, there are still flaws in the racial division of the dragon race, I hope that the characteristics of the various races can be highlighted."
The possessed steward looked excited as he heard, "Really? Great."
Mr. Black and White took the opportunity to make a rather important offer.
"If you still want to write a book in the future, I can find more professional writers to interface with you, this way, you won't have to take the risk of sneaking into the Holy City, and we'll be able to feel more at ease."
The yellow-robed man nodded evenly. But it doesn't seem easy to et you, does it?"
"If it is inconvenient to see , you can ask this student of mine to help pass on the ssage." said Mr. Black and White as he patted Han Dong's shoulder.
It seed that he had already planned to shift the topic to Han Dong.
"Oh!!! It's this young man who can see into my original body!"
Several white tentacles flashed from the steward's eyes, looking interested.
Not caring if Mr. Black and White would attack it, it walked straight towards the young man, Han Dong.
Ta-ta-ta~
Han Dong kept his head down the entire ti, listening to the sound of footsteps approaching, sweat overflowing all over his body.
He couldn't even gag on this kind of high-level conversation.
Close to half a ter away.
The steward glared at Han Dong for a closer look at.
"Deadly Demon Eyes, Humans can actually learn such techniques.
And your head seems to have a very deep history! There's a stinky fish sll that I don't really like, mixed with all sorts of weird flavors.
Interesting! I like the 'other' like you guys, a crow and a brain!
OK, In the future, if I have any work I want to create and want to get in touch with you directly, please be sure to provide a good writer who can et my creative requirents.
Otherwise, I'll have to pick the right writer myself again."
Mr. Black and White's mask cracked into a smile, "No problem! So, what do we get out of it, then?"
The possessed steward, who grew a tentacle from his fingertip, scratched his nostrils.
Answers after a mont's thought.
"I don't suppose this young man has left the Holy City yet?
If you encounter any future dangers outside the city, you can co to
for solutions, limited to minor situations! If you ss with sothing big, I'm not going to help.
I'm not much for getting into trouble either."
Mr. Black and White continued to ask, "How can you be sure you'll help him, rather than assimilate him?"
"Believe it or not, I don't care, if I can't find a writer through your channel, I can still infiltrate the Holy City in a similar manner."
"Please allow
three minutes to consider."
"Be my guest."
The butler smiled and waited.
Mr. Black and White switches masks during his consideration.
Wearing the white mask, he analyzes this 'important transaction' in a different thought mode.
After three minutes, the decision is given on ti, "OK."
The possessed butler turns to Han Dong, "Young man, put your hand out."
The mouth opened wide, and an origin tentacle was derived from the steward's body, touching the back of Han Dong's left hand.
There was a wonderful feeling of the soul being touched.
A [Yellow Seal] was slowly sketched out.
"Young man, we will gain contact through this seal, good cooperation."
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