The sun is high

After hearing Shuge's joke-like question, the three-tailed mouse summoned by magic paused on the spot. Then it dragged its long tail and quickly ran towards the corner of the hall, turning only slightly. , and disappeared behind the cabinet.

Xiuge hurriedly chased after him. After a closer look, he discovered that there seemed to be a medium-sized crack in the wall behind the cabinet, and the mouse seemed to have slipped into this crack.

Although Xiuge cannot see the magical creature he summoned for the time being, the connection at the magic level is still maintained. He can feel that the magical creature is actively moving in the space behind the wall at this moment, and finally, it is somewhere. Stopped.

"What does this mean? Does it want to tell me that its actions can be very secretive?"

Just when Xiuge was confused, his expression suddenly changed.

He felt that his magic power was beginning to drain away at an alarming speed. Xiuge could clearly feel that his magic power was being rapidly consumed by the summoned three-tailed mouse.

Out of curiosity, Xiuge did not stop this process. He quickly estimated his magic power capacity, and then released the restrictions on magic power, allowing his summons to continue to draw magic power.

Soon, this behavior was reflected.

Xiuge first heard some small sounds, which surrounded him from all directions. There were sounds coming from the ceiling, walls, floor, and various old furniture.

That was the sound made by certain creatures when they were crawling. Their number seemed to be very exaggerated. They would inevitably squeeze and trample each other during the gathering process, so they also made a dense "squeaking" sound.

Xiuge's expression gradually changed.

He finally understood what his magic was being used for.

"So... there must be rats all over my feet?"

This idea popped out of Shuge's mind, and as if he was actively responding to him, the moment this idea appeared, the entire Ernst old house trembled slightly, and those who had been summoned gathered here The rats seemed to have started a carnival, running in the pipes under the ground and in the mezzanines of the walls. The terrifying sound formed a wave in an instant, making people feel suffocated.

Xiuge finally understood. The three-tailed rat he summoned seemed to be born with the ability to summon and control the rats with magic power. Although he still didn't know where the limit of this ability was, Xiuge didn't intend to let it continue. The experiment was going on, but he didn't want to make this place a mess.

As Shuge cut off the supply of magic power, the sharp screams of the three-tailed mice immediately came from the wall. Immediately afterwards, the ordinary mice who were summoned immediately dispersed. In just a few breaths, Ernst's old house Then peace returned, and the swarms of rats didn't leave any traces.

The three-tailed mouse followed Shuge's instructions and emerged from the wall, standing quietly in front of him. Due to the interruption of the supply of magic power, its body gradually began to lose control. Soon, its body began to lose control under Shuge's gaze. "Melt" in it.

Just like the magic tentacles that escaped from Shuge's hands, the summoned magical creature finally completely dissipated in front of Shuge's eyes, leaving only a pool of water where it originally stood. stains.

Xiuge sat on the stairs. He stared at the water stains and carefully reviewed what he saw and gained in his mind.

"Now, I have successfully engraved two magic spells. The tentacle magic has been proven to be used in actual combat, and the newly acquired summoning magic can be used in a wider range of scenarios."

Xiuge stared at his spiritual world while thinking: "A magical creature that can appear and disappear at any time, and flexibly implements my orders... The role it can play is destined to be huge, not to mention its... The ability to summon rats. Although using this ability will consume a lot of my magic power, it is enough to be used as a trump card to save my life."

Thinking of this, a face suddenly popped up in Xiuge's mind.

That's Vereen Ernst.

Xiuge couldn't help but smile bitterly, because the female mage who was trying to bring her safely out of Salem City had given a very serious warning before leaving the old house.

Weilin Ernst believes that Shuge is now an absolute beginner in magic. Regardless of whether he has completed the magic inscription, abusing and exploring magic without professional guidance will be an extremely risky behavior. .

"If you don't want to be turned into a mummy by your own magic, and you don't want to be blown into pieces because your magic power is out of control, you'd better be obedient... If you want to learn magic, you can wait until we solve the current problem. Then I may be able to Your recommender, what the Legal Committee needs most right now is qualified new force."

Recalling the words left by the other party, Xiuge slowly shook his head.

As a lake-level mage, what Weilin said is naturally correct. Her sense of urgency and vigilance regarding Salem City may be far beyond ordinary people, but she still doesn't know what all this means.

Xiuge knew it, but he couldn't say it. Even if he did, no one would believe it.

He didn't want to be dragged into a small room by the Legal Committee to perform magic rituals that would turn people into fools on the spot.

"The growth of magical power is necessary. Everything in my spiritual world now may be able to open a new gap in the current predicament... but it is not enough."

Xiuge moved his palms slightly, and the magic power was slightly mobilized, so two extremely lethal magic tentacles burst out from his palms. They were like black swords, flashing through the air. Two terrible roars were left behind.

Xiuge noticed that there was a hint of dark green on the tentacles he called out, and when this color touched the fence nearby, he actually heard a "sizzling" sound of corrosion.

Obviously, the color coming from the dark green crystal in the center of the magic disk added some new characteristics to his magic.

"First the tentacles, then the rats, then the alchemical bombs and poison..."

Xiuge shook his hand and released his magic: "Why are there all these elements? I'm obviously not a villain."

…

In the afternoon, Xiuge, who was a little familiar with and practiced his magic, walked out of the old house with the manuscript he had made up before.

According to the plan, he still needs to go to the Peace Newspaper Office today.

Shuge planned to use the delivery of the manuscript as an excuse to find something else from Editor-in-Chief Philip's office. With the help of the three-tailed mouse, he thought he should be able to find more details and evidence that he had missed before.

"If necessary, I may also consider using violence...but considering that I have become the focus of the Legal Committee, it is best for me to maintain restraint."

Xiuge thought like this, but his eyes couldn't help but glance at the manuscript paper in his hand and the generally peaceful town in front of him. The hatred in his heart for Editor Phillip unknowingly reached a new level.

I don't know if it was an illusion caused by psychological suggestion, but Shuge always felt that as the armistice celebrations approached, a strange and violent mood was indeed brewing in the beautiful and unique small town of Salem.

"Mr. Writer, do you still need a newspaper today?"

A familiar little girl appeared out of nowhere. Her dress was no different from before, but the smile on her face had disappeared. Her timid appearance made people feel uncomfortable.

She carefully took out the newspaper from a small bag she carried with her: "You didn't seem to go out today, so I left an extra copy for you."

The newspapers of Heping Newspaper always start to be distributed very early, so this newspaper has actually been in the girl's bag for half a day. Now, this newspaper has become a little wrinkled, and there are even two stains on it. There are oil stains and it looks quite miserable.

Xiuge didn't care. He took the newspaper and put the change into the girl's palm as usual.

The girl nodded her thanks very seriously, but there was no smile on her face.

Looking at the pale little face in front of him, Xiuge shook his head helplessly.

He reached out and grabbed the little girl who was about to turn away, and stuffed the other two coins into her palm. Then he bent down naturally and kept his voice as soft as possible.

"Hey, what's going on?"

At this time, Shuge's rather frail appearance showed his advantages. At least these children did not have too much hostility and wariness towards young people with such looks.

The girl stared at Shuge twice, then glanced at the change in her palm, and then replied in a low voice: "Earlier...there was a conflict between the members of the Tricolor Brotherhood and the Salem Assistance Group. "

"The Tricolor Brotherhood and the Salem Aid Group?"

Xiuge narrowed his eyes slightly.

These are two names of organizations that are quite familiar to anyone who has lived in Salem City for a long time. To put it bluntly, they appear in the public eye with a frequency that is even comparable to that of the Legal Committee.

The Three-Color Brotherhood is based on a large number of low-level youths in Salem City. Among them, the secretive professional stalkers and street thieves are the main force. These young people believe that only by making good use of strength and swords can they truly achieve success. This view may be a bit extreme, but for young people who are prone to enthusiasm, this kind of goal and ideal is always full of temptation.

If Shuge remembers correctly, his good friend Putlin is a member of the Three-Color Brotherhood. According to him, he has now become an important member candidate at the grassroots level of the Brotherhood.

Compared to the Tricolor Brotherhood, which was founded on young blood, the Salem Mutual Aid Group has a longer history. Its establishment can even be traced back to the war period more than two hundred years ago. In order to be able to Such mutual aid organizations were established to survive better. Although with the passage of time, there are not many real native residents left in this area, this tradition has been passed down for a long time.

Shuge has a good impression of the Co-Aid Group. Although people often say that the Co-Aid Group has become the "white glove" of those high-ranking officials, based on Shuge's own observation, this organization is still helping people in the city in an orderly manner. Residents, especially children who have lost their families and parents for various reasons, are the primary beneficiaries of the mutual aid group.

However……

There has never been any conflict of interest between these two organizations. Why did such a conflict suddenly break out today?

"Mr. Writer, you should know... Our cheap newspapers are actually obtained by the Communist Party."

The girl scratched her hair in distress, and then she explained: "But today...Today the Mutual Aid Group tells everyone that there have been many not-so-good articles in the Peace Newspaper recently, so the Mutual Aid Group hopes that we will not continue to publish Newspapers are sold in the city... In order to compensate everyone, they also helped us find some odd-hour jobs as compensation."

"sounds good."

The girl whispered: "But the Tricolor Brotherhood... they don't think so."

Shuge couldn't help but frowned: "What did the Brotherhood say?"

So the girl recalled it carefully, and then she said with a bit of stuttering: "They said... they said that there was nothing wrong with the articles in the newspaper. They only revealed some of the facts in Salem City. The Brotherhood believes that, These truths should be known to the youngest people, instead of deceiving everyone like the Communist Party did."

"Uncle Roy, who was originally responsible for bringing us the newspaper, thought the fraternity people were talking nonsense. He wanted to go up and debate, but he was beaten after just two words. His face was covered in blood, and he was later carried away... "

At this point, the girl looked at Xiuge carefully and said, "It was your friend who hit you."

"Putlin?"

"Yes, it is."

Xiuge originally wanted to ask some more questions, but the girl obviously didn't want to continue discussing such a topic. She found the opportunity to break free from Xiuge's hand, picked up the two extra coins she got, turned around and headed towards Run to the other end of the street.

Xiuge stood up slowly. The originally warm and bright afternoon sunshine was inexplicably tinged with a bit of coldness at this moment. A gust of wind blew by, making him shiver.

The increased magic power made his senses become sharper, so Xiuge accurately found two looks coming from the side of the street. He looked for them and saw two people wearing black short-sleeves and wearing hair. The hooded young man was staring in his direction.

The eyes of both parties met briefly, and then the two hooded youths who belonged to the Tricolor Brotherhood dispersed and walked towards both ends of the street.

Winter has not yet arrived, but Xiuge has already felt the coldness.