Culture Conquers Foreign Worlds

　　 In a dimly lit room, all doors and windows are closed tightly without leaving any gaps, and staying inside is truly invisible. Suddenly, there was a harsh chanting in the silent darkness, and every tone seemed strange to ordinary people, and neither tongue nor throat could imitate this strange chanting.

The light gleamed, and a thumb-sized crystal emitted a soft halo. A strange white creature was faintly beating inside the crystal. It ran towards the outside of the crystal, growing bigger and bigger until the outline of its whole body could be seen. It was a snow-white unicorn, with no variegated hair or flaws, and a milky white halo. With a long moan, the unicorn jumped out of the crystal and wandered in this small, dark room.

　　 If this dreamy scene is put outside, it will definitely cause the audience to exclaim.

Kenneth Randolph, who manipulated all of this, opened his eyes wide and stared at every detail of the unicorn’s body. He said something in his mouth. However, in the dim light of the crystal, he could see fine beads of sweat on his forehead. Suddenly, the unicorn's breathing stagnated, and the unicorn hadn't even appeared for a few seconds before the light became dimmed. It left a ray of afterglow in its ignorance, and then disappeared again.

Kenneth took a sigh of relief and put down the small wooden stick in his hand. He sat down on the chair next to him, wiped away the dense sweat on his forehead with his long sleeves, shook his head and sighed: "For a better appearance, the light operation of the illusion has been taken into account. Crystal The quality of the spell is no problem. This time I also used Light Dust as an auxiliary spellcasting material. The reason for the failure can only be attributed to the fatal flaw in the spell itself."

　　 He held a wooden stick and lighted it towards the void. The light in the room was turned on by invisible power. Kenneth stared at his thin and trembling hands, his face gradually changed from complicated and difficult to gray and bleak. This time the spellcast cost him months of wages from working for the Brenda Theatre Company. One year's savings have purchased a lot of spellcasting materials but still failed. How many experiments does he have in the remaining time?

He is a mage who specializes in the illusion system. He has reached the end in the magic field, and in the illusion system spells he is proficient in, he wants to leave his name. These years he has only one purpose in staying with the Brenda Theatre Company. , To create an illusion that allows his name to be remembered by future generations.

Kenneth got up and left the dim room. When he returned to the props room, he met an employee of the theater troupe. He stopped Kenneth, observed his face and said cautiously: "Mr. Randolph, a man named Harvey Adri Mr. Ann made an appointment to meet you at two o'clock in the afternoon. I had postponed it, but he said you are his friend."

　　 "Adrian..." Kenneth said in a muddled surname, his expression improved and nodded without saying anything.

The staff looked at his thin and bleak figure with a trace of sympathy in their eyes. Kenneth is a well-known weird temper in the theater troupe. He rarely contacts other people. Most theater troupe members only know that he is a spellcaster. Without knowing his name, Kenneth didn't have any friends or family members. When he died, who would shed tears for this poor old man.

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"Harvey, you really wrote this novel? Didn't you find someone to replace it?" In the theater's lounge, Harvey Adrian's friend Jared was lying on the sofa with skeptical eyes. Sweeping Harvey back and forth, he still fiddled with the "Count of Monte Cristo" in his hand to compare the gap between the two, if he wanted Jared to say that among the people he knew had nothing to do with literature , The first thought in his mind must be Harvey Adrian.

　　 Now this "Count of Monte Cristo", which became romantic for the young nobleman, was written by Harvey Adrian. Jared would rather believe that the roast suckling pig he ate yesterday could speak. Harvey's visit to Kenneth did not succeed and came to his friend, a friend of fox and dog. He seemed to be watching "The Earl of Monte Cristo". Harvey had told him the name of his novel when he watched the drama together last time.

Harvey sat on the sofa and poured himself a glass of milk, shrugged and helplessly explained: "Jared, I am not you. At that time I was so poor that I couldn't even eat, so how could I have spare money to hire a ghostwriter? People. Just because I ran out of money, I just came across the call for papers from Leonard Press and decided to try it out. The result was unexpected."

"If others knew that you were the author of "The Count of Monte Cristo", they would go crazy. Who would have thought that Harvey Adrian would have written a novel. I can't believe you have a storyteller. Talent, I never liked to watch these things before, but now I feel it is still interesting. Tell me about the ending, what will happen to this treasure-winning earl." Jared said they were naturally Harvey. Adrian's friends, Harvey has not been in contact with them now. If Jared hadn't taken the initiative to come home, it is estimated that even Jared would have been ignored by him.

　　 "Who knows, I didn't even think about the ending." Harvey chuckled, spoiling the novel ending is one of the most boring things.

　　 Jared touched his chin and guessed: "In other words, I must be with Haidée. She is so beautiful, young and energetic."

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"Oh, I now believe that this is a novel you wrote. This woman has the same taste as you. You like these coquettish old women." Jared spread his hands and joked, putting down the "Count of Monte Cristo". He stared at the ceiling and said solemnly: "Harvey, you know that I can't help you, nor will I help you."

　　 Harvey didn't care to answer: "I'm here purely to find Mr. Randolph."

"That's good, but "The Count of Monte Cristo" doesn't seem to be using me to help. Now there are many ladies who are discussing your book. They will simply hold an signing event. They will definitely be crazy for you. Um~ I said, Harvey, have you changed a lot.” Jared scratched his head, lay down and looked at Harvey several times. Now Harvey’s attitude is completely different from before, although his appearance is not very handsome. The side station is definitely a very attractive type.

　　 "Many people say that, as for the signing of the event, I might as well stay at home and finish writing "The Count of Monte Cristo"."

　　 "I really don't understand you. I haven't seen you for a while and you have changed so much. If you write a work like "The Count of Monte Cristo", you can instead put your energy into the weird magic."

　　 teasing with Jared for a while, Harvey saw the clock on the wall indicating that he got up and said goodbye to Jared at about two o'clock in the afternoon.

　　 He wanted to visit the caster who had helped him, and Kenneth Randolph was the only one in Elroy who could communicate with him about magic.

Since stepping into the threshold of the caster, Harvey found that the gadgets in the [Magic Item House] can no longer satisfy him. The low-level spellbooks have no meaning for research. The magic items that seem to have strange functions are actually of no value. Not even the basic wand was sold.