Chapter 16 Small Success
A long time ago, roughly dating back to the time when Alex lived, humans and demons had not yet fully risen, and the original name of this continent was Psenia.
Later, humans and demons each ushered in their own glorious era, occupying most of the area in the south and the north respectively. The name of the Holy Demon Continent gradually replaced the original name of the continent.
The demons built underground cities, while the human elites gathered in the holy city.
Apart from the dreaded law enforcement team, the human saints are the real stabilizer of the holy city today.
The two tribes have one thing in common: both are very xenophobic in their capitals.
A half-blood with demon blood ran into the Holy City...
Luke lowered his head in shame: "I haven't got the Ding yet. If I go there, I will be kicked out."
City Lord: "Ding?"
Karen was present, so Luke couldn't go into too much detail.
Seeing that he seemed to have something to hide, Karen calmly found an excuse to go out first.
Luke then gave a detailed introduction to his idea of using the devil's sword to take the blame.
The air was quiet for a moment, and the city lord looked at him deeply.
I have seen people who are so rebellious that they want to kill their father and mother. Cut... He ignored the last word reflexively. As they are both men, the city lord's eyes became more and more weird.
Luke still kept his head down.
He had just considered going to the Holy City not long ago, but thinking and doing are two different things.
My identity is a bit too sensitive.
"The demonic aura on you is not strong, and only powerful magicians can detect it. I will help you cover it up a little." The city lord knew his concerns and said calmly: "Besides, it will also be good for you to go to the Holy City."
Without specifying what the specific benefits were, the city lord stood up and said, "I will choose someone else to notify you of the departure date."
When Luke left the City Lord's Mansion, the griffin stopped there. It was obvious that Karen was waiting for him.
The griffin was quite stable during its flight. Karen made two cups of magic beans and handed one over.
It tasted a bit bitter, so Luke added three more spoonfuls of milk.
The memory of Nai Hiccup attacked Karen invisibly. He tried his best to forget the relevant description and said, "If the relationship with the dragon clan can be developed and maintained, even if you are weak, those elites will have to treat you politely."
Luke nodded and drank the glass.
When we returned to the guild hall, it was already dark.
There was no light in the house. Luke had been sitting there for a long time since he came back, and his half-lit and half-dark face showed a hint of contemplation.
After the feather pen absorbed the essence and blood, a layer of luster appeared on its surface.
Seeing the lingering emotions on his face, she chuckled, "When did you become so cautious?"
Even in exile, he still had some fearlessness and courage. If it were at that time, perhaps this extremely daring young man would even think about how to make a profit in the Holy City.
"I'm worried that you'll be discovered in the Holy City."
The quill was speechless, and when he spoke again, he said, "Just take care of yourself. The demon servant has already set his sights on you. Going to the Holy City may not be a bad thing."
The demon servants had a unique way of communicating, so even if he killed one, the news might have already leaked out.
"Demon servant?" Luke's expression changed slightly: "It's so fast!"
Are those fairy tales in which the villain ignores the protagonist during puberty all lies?
If he had gone out to inquire, he would have known that what Karen said about Alec's tyranny was already the most general description. If he were not in the Stone City now, if it were any other small city-state, Alec might have personally taken action to eliminate the source of the disaster.
In the eyes of this eldest prince, no matter whether you are a noble or a small person, anyone who stands in the way of making money must be cleared away.
It is this iron-blooded style that prevents others from interfering in the business run by Alec, indirectly forming a large monopoly business chain.
"Even though the books are in different fields, he still maliciously attacked them. He has contributed greatly to the depression of the publishing industry."
Until before going to bed at night, Luke was imagining the scene of stepping on the eldest prince and chopping off the demon king Ding with his bare hands.
The refreshing feeling brought by the picture made him fall asleep quickly, but the real dream was complicated. The strangers related to the demon world did not appear in the dream. Instead, there was that unusually gentle and weird phantom.
In the dream, there was an alternation between a bad-tempered and slightly clumsy feather pen and a gigantic phantom that could easily improve the technique.
Alex.
What is the true face of this being who is reviled, admired and feared by the world?
It's the middle of the night and the moon is dim outside the window.
The young man on the bed rolled over in his quilt, muttering to himself, "Change back to your original appearance, Alex. Luke, who made a promise with you, orders you to..."
Quill: “?”
I confirmed again and again that Luke was not just dozing off, but was really talking in his sleep.
The breeze and the unique fragrance of flowers outside the window are intertwined.
It stared at the boy on the bed for a long time, as if it was looking at something new and interesting.
There was a faint glow of blood flowing in the slender root canal, making him look less restless than usual. I don't know what he was thinking about in the end. It was rare, but there was a sense of difference in this kind of objectified gaze.
The weather was good the next day, and the sun was bright and rare.
This was the first time Luke slept in after the time travel.
Feather Pen had lost the deepness of last night and returned to his usual bad temper: "Broken Chapter Dog, are you awake?"
"It's a gorgeous broken chapter dog, remember to bring the prefix."
Luke rested his face on his palm. He had too many dreams last night and now he still had a headache.
The first thing he did after waking up was to mobilize the water element. Only after he discovered that he still had control over the element did he finally feel some sense of reality.
"I feel like I have a clearer sense of elemental forces."
When activating the magic framework, he could even briefly see particles of various colors in the air. Luka rubbed his eyes to make sure he was not seeing things.
Blue, green, yellow...even the dust was decomposed in his eyes. With a thought, those light blue particles began to linger around his fingertips, closer to him than other elements.
No wonder some great magicians are so arrogant. The world in their eyes is completely different.
Luke was drenched by a water ball yesterday, but today he mastered the cleansing spell after just a few tries.
"Am I some kind of peerless genius?" Yue Bian asked.
The voice of the quill floated over: "The genius is not you, but the improved method and the innate power of the dragon race."
As a race that is born to stand at the top of the continent's pyramid, the dragon race possesses extraordinary physical strength. Before entering the decline period, its strength will continue to increase with age, and there is no bottleneck period at all.
The emotional feedback from the strongest brings considerable value in faith gains.
Luke thought for a moment and said, "I see. I am standing on the shoulders of giants."
Quill looked at him and felt complimented, she had to say that this boy was quite pleasant to talk to.
Boom boom boom.
The knock on the door interrupted their communication. Maya came to deliver breakfast on time every day.
Having just received the benefit of feedback from the dragon, Luke asked, "Are the two dragons that entered the city still here?"
Maya shook her head. "I don't know. I heard that they went to all the bookstores yesterday and went around sweeping them all up. When it came time to write the message, they didn't even have enough paper. They used a whole page of praise..."
At this point, Maya's face turned weird. The dragon clan really likes three-and-a-half-year-old literature. This is outrageous.
"Then the two gentlemen disappeared. Some said they were invited to the City Lord's Mansion, while others said the dragon had already left."
Maya added, "But the bookstore owner mentioned that before the two gentlemen left the bookstore, they specifically asked about the release date of the second volume and urged it to be released as soon as possible several times."
Upon hearing this, Lujia relaxed his grip on the knife and fork and fed himself a mouthful of meat. This dog who broke the chapter did nothing wrong.
The ending of the first volume was just right!
After dinner, before Lujia could take a walk to digest the food, An Qi came to him carrying a large scroll.
He laid it out in front of him: "The president had someone beat him up overnight."
This is a large promotional banner with the protagonists of the top ten novels on this year's book sales list printed on it.
The protagonist avatar of the little monster is a Q-version cub lying on the edge of an eggshell, with a pair of big grape-like eyes, innocent and ignorant, yet with a hint of excitement.
There is also a small bubble next to it: Choose me.
The bubbles look like bubbles blown out of the mouth, round and plump, and the overall sense of harmony is far better than that of other protagonists.
Lujia's eyes lit up: "This painting is so lifelike!"
An Qi had to admit that, ignoring those outrageous words, even he felt a hint of cuteness at first glance.
Shaking his head, An Qi shook the word "cute" out of his mind like water and continued to deliver his message.
"The president has sent instructions to the Chamber of Commerce in the Holy City to organize the annual selection of the most popular protagonist, the best work, and the top ten authors, with a focus on promoting the voting event for the most popular protagonist."
Luke clapped his hands and said, "Very wise."
If the focus is on the work or the author, the dragon clan may not bother to comment, because the hobbies of the strong do not need to be judged by others.
But when it comes to the protagonist, it’s a different story.
When the Dragon Clan reads novels, they have the mentality of a patriarch, and no parent is willing to admit that their own children are not as good as other children.
If it works well, it won't be a dream to let the dragon invite friends to vote together.
Looking at the promotional banner, which could be called an early poster, Luke was in a good mood and asked casually, "Has there been a similar book selection event before?"
An Qi nodded: "Yes."
Rhine Trading Company is full of information dealers, and he knows all the news.
"The eldest prince of the demon clan did it a few times, but it didn't make much of a splash."
Luke was curious: "What was the top work in previous years?"
An Qi coughed and said, "They are basically some works reported by Stone Magazine. They don't wear much clothes."
“…”
Luke thought of the 'great' works in the magazine.
Skipping this awkward topic, An Qi took a deep breath and said, "I heard you are going to the Holy City."
His eyes were filled with longing.
Ordinary people cannot stay in the Holy City for more than three days. Those who can actually settle there are all human elites or children of nobles. This is only the outskirts of the holy city. The core area of the holy city is not open to settlers outside.
The Wanchao Conference was held in the main urban area of the holy city.
Lujia yearns for something different: "What do the big shots living in the Holy City like to watch? How about the story of "Thirty years in the east, thirty years in the west, don't despise the young and poor?"
An Qi said indifferently: "As far as I know, the bigwigs of my clan only read orthodox magic books."
Luke curled his lips, bored.
"It's just right that you're here," Luke walked to the table, "Come and read my second book. I took some time these two days to write the opening chapter..."
An Qi suddenly ran away like a gust of wind, and it only took him two blinks of an eye to rush from the guild hall to the street. Just as he was about to run back to the Chamber of Commerce in one go, the speechless face that was still facing Luke a second ago suddenly became sharp.
It smells like demons.
The breath was very vague, and when he traced it halfway, it had disappeared.
An Qi stood under the eaves with cold eyes.
The Stone City does not prohibit the demons from coming and going, but the demons seldom go out of their way to conceal their aura. The vague traces of magic make them more like demon servants.
He turned around and finally found the demon servant's fingernail.
So broken.
"Forget it. In times of peace, there won't be any trouble with the city lord around."
There is also a book called "The Group's Favorite is Three and a Half Years Old" in the corner, which is suspected to be a relic of the magic servant. The magic servant is in pieces, but the book is surprisingly intact.
An Qi didn't know why he was looking for trouble, but he couldn't help but open it and take another look.
One minute later.
An Qi lost his faith in life.
What kind of milk burp taste do dragons have?
City Lord's Mansion.
The old monster in the sky disappeared temporarily, and now stood like a sculpture opposite the city lord. Without its body that blocked out the sky, the Stone City was so sunny today.
"No matter?"
The demon servant was shattered within two days of entering the city, and even it didn't notice how it died.
The city lord held the teacup in his hand and said leisurely, "The two princes of the demon world are about to start fighting. Why should we care?"
The old monster's true form was a legendary monster. He sneered after hearing this: "Only people of equal strength can be considered to be fighting."
There is no comparison between an abandoned child thrown into exile and the real crown prince who has been famous for a long time.
The city lord put down his cup at some point, and there appeared a book in his hand, which was the much-criticized "The Three and a Half Years Old Beloved".
“This book is actually very rare.”
The legendary monster scratched his ears, thinking he had heard it wrong: "Rare?"
"From the perspective of traditional strong rules, the content is uncomfortable, but from another perspective, why can't the great people show mercy and help the weak? Why should we use talent to judge the meaning of individual existence? Isn't it a good story for those weak beings to soar into the future through some luck and hard work?"
The city lord analyzed calmly: "You have to look at this book from the perspective of human history and class struggle. You have to see the struggle behind the words and the development of humanity in a broad sense."
After living for a long time, the legendary monster widened its eyes and finally uttered a sentence after a long time: "Otherwise, how can you be the lord of this city..."
This could warrant an entire article of analysis.
But are you sure it's not nonsense? Without strength, everything is just empty talk.
The city lord said nothing more and called the captain of the guard: "Go to the guild hall and tell the child to leave for the Holy City in ten days."
Ten days passed in the blink of an eye, and during this time Luka devoted almost all of his energy to cultivation and writing novels.
The magic frame in his body was still flashing with golden light, and he had not yet digested the energy generated by the dragon clan's emotional feedback.
Seeing that he was about to cultivate to the point where smoke was coming out of his head, Feather Pen said coolly: "Use your brain and don't always think about absorbing. The structure is the foundation of your cultivation."
Luke was sweating profusely. After hearing this, he thought about it for a while and seemed to understand.
He no longer tried to devour the light like a reckless man, but instead distributed it evenly, allowing the golden light to flow through every inch of the magic structure. He even actively dispersed some of the elemental power in his body to ensure that the structure was thoroughly bathed in the golden light.
When the golden light spread everywhere like a stream, the originally empty magic structure underwent amazing changes!
A little man the size of a fist appeared in the structure. He sat cross-legged, looking a little gray. He had the same appearance as Luke, with his eyes tightly closed, but there was an inexplicable sense of compassion in his eyes.
Quill saw that his body suddenly tensed up and asked, "How's the repair going?"
Luke breathed, "I'm pregnant."
“…”
Luke described the condition of his body in just a few sentences.
After hearing this, the feather pen said that he was surprised by what he had seen and said, "That is the foundation of your belief in becoming a god. When it lights up, you will have achieved it."
Lujia used to be in the entertainment industry, and he read a lot of fairy-tale scripts. If we apply the common Eastern system to it, it’s a bit like making a golden body out of clay and then becoming a Buddha in the flesh.
He studied the little man inside his body and didn't notice the sudden darkening of the quill's cardiovascular system.
In fact, the feather pen only said half of it. This situation will never happen under normal faith practice.
This villain has another explanation.
Once the golden body is achieved, one will be immortal.
Even if the body is broken, it can still survive. The best example is itself. The soul is sealed in the heart and there is a possibility of recovery in the future.
Unfortunately, the heart has limited endurance, and the feather pen can only temporarily separate the memory and power.
It couldn't understand why it gave away the life-saving skill so easily?
"Am I out of my mind?"
Quill stared at Luke, who was rubbing his belly lovingly.
“…”
Could it be that times have changed and everyone’s IQ is like this now?
After touching his belly, Luka began to seize the time to learn some simple spells. Thanks to the fact that his original body was confined to a small space most of the time and could only read books, his knowledge reserves were considerable.
What's more, he had a ready-made teacher, the feather pen, to ask for advice, so he made rapid progress.
"Wait for me to grow up in the Holy City for a while, haha," Luke said with a blazing look, "Thirty years in the east, thirty years in the west, I will let Alec know that you should not look down on the poor dragon race."
“???” Who are you bullying?
Suddenly, a voice came from outside the door, and the captain of the guards stood outside and announced: "Good day, the city lord's animal cart is at the door."
Luke's eyes were filled with smiles, and he hung the feather pen on his waist again: "Let's go."
Go to the Holy City.
The author has something to say:
Luke's Diary Survival Guide:
Write a book√
Practice√
Looking for a godfather or godmother (ing)
Find sponsor√
Improved relationship with the Quill √
Alex: Oh, who's relationship with you improved?
Luke: I told you not to leave messages in my diary
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