Chapter 15 Invited
Luke's ability to stifle others grows day by day.
The boss successfully paused, not knowing what to say.
Adhering to the principle of freedom of buying and selling and believing that less is worse than more, the Dragon Clan readers stand behind him.
The boss shut up and went to pick up the goods. After Lujia paid, he stuffed the money directly into the storage ring, turned back into the alley, and took a shortcut back to the guild hall.
Maya was not there, and An Qi was disgusted and left again in the morning. After making sure that there was no one around the guild hall at the moment, Luke turned around and locked the door.
The quill flew to the vessel containing the essence and blood.
In order to avoid falling into the devil's trap in the land of exile, it waited until the energy of its essence and blood was almost dissipated before showing up. In the end, it only received limited blessings, and now it can finally have a small drink.
A deformed, rusty, and blackened heart reappeared.
Just as Luka was about to ask it if it wanted a straw, the monster's blood essence in the vessel began to flow rapidly back toward its heart.
Having seen the heart drinking blood before, Lujia was considering whether to have a glass of beast milk to match it.
Suddenly, the temperature in the room dropped sharply.
"It's so cold~" He shivered.
In the extreme low temperature, a huge shadow appeared without warning, floating in the air, like a body swaying in the rough sea.
Luke took a sudden step back.
The heart has changed? !
No, it is definitely false.
The man's clothes penetrated the tables and chairs with ghostly ease.
After a brief moment of shock, Luke stood still and called out tentatively, "Alex?"
The phantom had long hair, and the silver-gray hair was extremely dark, so the face could not be seen clearly. The hand in the right wide sleeve was fleshless, just a skeleton ghost claw, and the left hand was wearing a black glove.
When he heard the name Alex, the phantom slowly opened his eyes, and a pair of gray and white eyes looked straight at Luka.
An unprecedented sense of crisis filled his chest, causing his heart to beat wildly.
Luke tried his best to control his emotions and comforted himself that the blood pact was the best life-saving talisman.
Over the past period of time, Luke has directly called the deformed Heart Alex several times. Heart has never explicitly denied this, but seeing the human form with his own eyes, the shock is extremely strong.
"Are you Alex?"
It was still difficult for Luke to associate him with the quill.
The feather pen is usually very mean and has a bad temper, but when it absorbs the essence and blood, it looks completely different, as if it has become a different person.
The shadow before my eyes gave me a feeling of... eerie tranquility.
The mist made the white robe look even more mysterious. Half of his shoulder was covered with torn armor, and there were some bloodstains on it that could not be washed away by time.
As the shadow slowly sank, his body was still floating, and he looked like he was sitting next to Luke.
No emotions.
No words.
It's like a human-machine, the whole thing is cold.
Lujia became even more alert. If there was an evil and arrogant legend from the continent sitting opposite him, threatening to take his life all the time, he would not be so nervous.
His whole body was tense, like a little leopard ready to pounce, but his expression was not fully revealed on his face.
"Calm down."
Luke quickly prepared himself mentally.
Everything has its limits. I cannot suppress the revival of the feather pen forever. Sooner or later I will have to feed it with my essence and blood. At least today I took the initiative.
After realizing this, Luke calmed down a lot and looked towards the legendary figure bravely.
“Ah…”
Just after saying one word, lines of words began to appear on the papers on the table that were used to write about my three and a half years old.
Curiosity overcame fear, and Luke was diverted.
"This is……"
"There are many problems with the 'Notes of Arieskin' that you are practicing," the shadow said indifferently, and his voice seemed very empty: "I have improved it slightly."
"...From now on, any positive feedback can serve as nourishment for your practice. Your thinking is not wrong. Starting from the strong is the only way to have a chance to get started."
The sudden appearance of pie made Luke a little confused.
What's the point of offering benefits proactively?
"Don't be nervous. You are not worth harming me right now." Even though his energy was running out and he was about to disappear, the shadow showed no emotion. "I haven't elaborated on the real benefits of the improved version. I believe you will feel it soon."
He finally looked at Luke with a calm look and said, "See you next time."
The tone was natural, as if he was saying something very certain, as if they would be able to meet again soon.
Luke got goosebumps for no apparent reason.
The shadow disappeared.
Silence returned to the room, leaving only the deformed heart that had just drunk the blood and was slightly swollen.
I saw it suddenly fall on the table, and it was quite chewy.
Seeing that the Deformed Heart was temporarily in a coma, Luca relaxed, and after a while he was completely freed from the shock brought by the phantom, and pulled out the paper that was pressed underneath it.
The above adapted method is written in neat handwriting, and looks more like it was written by a rigorous scholar.
"Improved version of the cultivation method?" Lujia hesitated for a long time, but decided to give it a try.
Right now, he really wasn't worth killing by Alex.
The brainless Quill might still think of escaping, but the Shadow won't. He should be very clear that the risk of escaping at this critical juncture is far greater than staying with him.
Luke was a man of action.
According to the method recorded above, he decisively began to adjust the original magic structure in his body.
"What a weird pose... Ugh, styling."
Luka didn't spend too much time when constructing the magic structure of faith for the first time, so he was inevitably a little slack this time, but soon he encountered his first failure. The magic structure collapsed directly, and Luka almost vomited blood.
After the first failure, there was soon a second one. After experiencing different degrees of failure, Luke had an illusion of smoke coming out of the top of his head, and the burning sensation on his scalp lingered for a long time.
"The sun shines on the incense burner and produces purple smoke..."
Luka was thinking with a dizzy head, making completely mechanical adjustments. After failing countless times, he finally mastered some tricks.
The improved magic structure was very strange. Luke even felt that it was extending from his body to the outside world in an invisible way, like countless bridges, and every passerby had to leave a toll.
It's getting hotter.
My scalp is tingling.
Will I be bald?
I don't know how much time passed, but when I was finally about to succeed, something suddenly fell on my head.
It was cool and dispelled some of the heat.
Lujia opened his eyes, and the reflection on the metal door frame in front of him showed his current appearance: his deformed heart was pulling his hair as a bird's nest, and his two cardiovascular organs were squinting suspiciously. He asked, "What is purple smoke?"
Luke was stunned.
“You just…”
Quill interrupted: "You keep talking about rising purple smoke, what is purple smoke?"
"A poem." Luke didn't explain much. He suppressed his headache and checked his body.
Success!
The prototype of the new magic structure has been condensed, with mottled spots of light floating on it. Lujia feels the vigorous energy from it and wants to try his best to integrate those light spots into his body, but after all his efforts, he can only accommodate a sparse part of it.
The deformed heart transformed into the shape of a quill, like a cockscomb turned upside down on the top of a plug.
Seeing the familiar feather pen, everything that just happened seemed like a dream, and Luke felt a little unreal.
However, he knew clearly that the phantom had really existed, and the magic structure in its body was the best proof.
He frowned: "Just now..."
Quill interrupted: "Focus on your training."
It was easy to focus on oneself, and Luke followed the advice and concentrated on practicing the technique.
"I haven't caught the dragon's eye yet, how can this power be reflected back to me?"
Quill sneered, "Who wrote the book?"
Luke subconsciously wanted to say "I", but then he changed his mind and said "You."
From a purely "writing" perspective, when this story was taking shape, he wrote it down stroke by stroke with a feather pen.
"That's right. I am the source. My will is attached to it, and then it is spread through the form of 'stories'."
Lujia felt that this routine was somewhat familiar, and suddenly he realized it.
Isn’t this a movie I saw before, “The Grudge”? !
"How is this different from a curse?"
Quill Pen said very sincerely: "Isn't what you wrote just a horror story?"
Luke was stunned for a few seconds by this answer.
"…He belongs to the Saint Demon Queen."
When I came to my senses, I unexpectedly discovered that the clothes that were covered with vomited blood in the morning had not been cleaned up yet.
He habitually asked the quill to cast a cleaning spell.
"Can't you do it yourself?"
Lujia was stunned for a moment, and suddenly realized that his vision had become clearer since some point. The burning sensation in his body had not yet dissipated, and he was still swimming as if he could obey someone's commands.
When he closed his eyes and tried to sense the elements in the air, he found that he could actually mobilize some water elements!
His movements were so clumsy that he got soaked like a drowned chicken.
Luke hurriedly tried again and found that his current limit was to make a small water ball, but this at least meant that he had one foot in the magic world.
He couldn't help but grin and laugh.
The feather pen was not as calm as the shadow before, and was speechless: "A water ball makes you so happy?"
Lujia looked at the floating pen tip and said thank you sincerely.
No matter what the other party's purpose is, at least let him see the hope of becoming a magician. If he follows the original training trajectory, he must further plan how to meet the dragon and guide him to love the dragon and the people in it. Otherwise, even if there is positive emotional feedback, it cannot affect a specific person.
But now, this process has obviously been omitted, and the benefits mentioned by the phantom are indeed not small.
The quill felt uncomfortable after suddenly receiving such sincere thanks, and floated to the other side.
Lujia's eyes kept wandering over the pen, and it looked scary as if he had a brain. It would be bad if he came to settle accounts with him when he grew up.
It seems I should think twice next time I plan to do it.
"But why among so many elements, the first one I felt was water?"
"Because I'm good at hydrology?"
He was three and a half years old, why did it come to this?
After trying hard to mobilize the magic elements again to make sure it was not a dream, Luke suppressed his joy.
"The dragon's strength is indeed extraordinary."
Just the love for a book can bring such great feedback. I can only be considered a minor magician now, or even worse than that, but the process of creating something from nothing is the most difficult.
Before today, he was a complete loser in magic.
"We have to find a way to make this book popular among the dragon clan." This is the only way to maximize the profits.
Luke's eyes flickered, and thinking of the two dragons still in the city, he put the quill into his sleeve and said, "Let's go find Karen."
Just as I got up, there was a knock on the door.
Luke opened the door.
A man who looked like someone who was not easy to mess with was standing outside. The captain of the Stone City's guards looked at Luke and explained his purpose:
"The city lord wants to see you."
…
City Lord's Mansion.
After being allowed in layer by layer, Lujia followed the captain of the guard and entered the city lord's study.
Unexpectedly, Karen was there too. The city lord was playing chess with him. Judging from the chess game, Karen had only been there for a short time.
Lujia was not an expert at chess, but he could see some of the tricks. One of them was thoughtful and experienced, while the other was very good at strategizing when making moves and would not miss any opportunity. Karen's chess style was naturally the latter. He did not deliberately let his opponent win, but instead used all his skills to fight back.
Lujia watched quietly for a while. The city lord raised his hand and asked, "Who do you think will win this round?"
Luke thought for a moment and said, "Karen."
Karen looked over in surprise.
The city lord asked with a smile: "Why?"
Luke remained silent.
He just said it casually.
Karen finally spoke at this time, smiling and said, "Indeed I will win, but the city lord gave up a move earlier."
"Sit down." The city lord pointed to the empty seat next to him.
Luke sat down politely.
The city lord said: "Not long ago, Leo and Berlani..."
"Branny?"
"It's a giant frost dragon, a well-known and powerful dragon." The city lord did not seem unhappy about being interrupted, and continued, "They all like your book very much and came to the city specially to buy it."
Luke knew all this a long time ago, and cooperated to show just the right amount of joy.
The city lord looked down at the chessboard, holding the piece and seeming to be considering where to place it.
After a while, he said, "I'm going to introduce you to them."
Lujia was stunned. This was going to make a fuss about the relationship between him and the dragon clan.
Now is definitely not the best time to meet offline. This kind of deliberate meeting, with an official color, will complicate many things.
Seeing that he was slow to answer, the city lord stared at him.
After a moment, Luke said seriously: "For now, I just want to write books quietly and let more readers see my works."
The significance of more readers referring to it is nothing more than to make the work spread further among the dragon clan.
The city lord heard the hidden meaning in his words and asked with great interest, "What good ideas do you have?"
According to the personality of the dragon race, forcibly finding ways to guide them to share reading materials would only make it seem more deliberate.
"There is a way we can try," Luke said decisively, "For example, we can hold a voting for a list, a selection of the best works of the year... or a red and black list, or even a selection of the most popular protagonists of the year."
You have to know that every two-dimensional vote is a bloody battle. The dragon race is inherently strong in character. Can they really ignore the fact that their favorite characters are at the bottom of the rankings, or are directly placed at the top of the blacklist and classified as garbage?
Haven’t you seen that in the modern world, fans set up voting groups for their favorite idols, and watch the charts day and night to vote for them? In order to make money, capitalists have created various charts one after another.
Fan voting is definitely the best promotion opportunity.
On the side, Karen instantly smelled a viable business opportunity.
Voting, selecting?
He looked at Luke with shining eyes, wondering why he had never thought of this way of making money before?
The city lord thought for a moment, and when he spoke again, he did not continue to mention the introduction. He just smiled and said, "Young people still have ideas."
The laughter spread outside, and the captain of the guard at the door was curious as to why the city lord suddenly became so happy?
"Right now there is a good opportunity," the city lord casually threw the chess piece into a wooden jar beside him, "next month will be the annual Wanchao Conference in the Holy City, and each race will send teams to exchange ideas."
His tone became more serious. "There have been some competitions in the past... that is, the selection activities you mentioned, but they were mostly focused on the competitions of potions, weapons, etc. It won't hurt to add a book selection this year. When the time comes, you can come with us."
Luke was stunned: "Go to the Holy City?"
The author has something to say:
The Holy City chapter is about to begin. The dragon clan, the demon king, the saint, etc. will launch a bombardment-style [crossed out] [read as a happy encounter] collision with the protagonist in the Holy City.
Tomorrow is New Year's Eve, let's sign a contract to continuously update during the New Year~
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Excerpt from Luke's diary:
Finally I can practice.
After practicing for a day, he is best at the water element.
I thought about it carefully.
The highest good is like water, because I am good.
Alex: Then why are you worst at light elements?
Luke: He read my diary and left a message
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