The Modern Age of the Mysterious

When a series of inspirations burst into his mind, Sean almost rushed in and rushed into his room.

Olivia Wind Chime, who entered the door behind, looked at the fiery Sean with some doubts. She closed the door gently and waited quietly in the living room.

Sean can't write this "belief classic" in a world other than the spiritual world-because he can't foresee whether such a creation will attract some kind of prying eyes...

However, Shengen Space has enough secrecy.

He watched the handwriting appear on the sheets of manuscript paper like a blessing to the soul.

At an incredible speed, he meditated in the quiet room, and spent almost two hours without feeling it, to complete the first draft of "The Long Poem of the Night Wind".

An almost forgotten **** who is inextricably linked with the myth of Golith, whose rank is so low that he never even appeared in the banquets held by the gods.

She was cursed by her mother who hated and jealous of her. She could never see the sun and could only live in the dark.

Even though she was treated like this by fate, she still upheld a heart of compassion and gave up her ascension to the sanctuary, and she did not sail away with the gods...

In order to continue to care for mortals, she chose to stay in this earthly world where she can't see the light of day.

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The first time he read through the first draft, Sean's body was trembling slightly - he felt that the "god" that he and Olivia had assembled in the basement with all kinds of little sparks of inspiration were passing through him like a torrent. After the explosive writing, he actually appeared in front of his eyes "full of flesh and blood".

An image holding a torch high in the dark night, an existence who is willing to listen to the voices of the most miserable people, a goddess who can only stay alone in the dark night due to unfortunate fate, but still has compassion...

Sean's eyes warmed slightly, and then, outside the window where the sun had already set, he heard the sound of something landing in front of his window sill.

Xiao Enfu got up like a heart, walked to the window, and opened the curtains.

He saw a nightingale parked outside his windowsill as if being summoned...

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With the pleasure of writing the first draft, Sean planned out the hidden plan of Moonlight 1902 by the way.

After a good night's sleep, Sean enjoyed sandwiches and coffee in the coffee shop downstairs early in the morning, and then drove to Moonlight's house.

It was still in "The Curtain", and it was still Moonlight's expectant expression.

Sean said slowly: "Remember, Moonlight - as Arthur Merlin said, our daily identity must be completely separated from our secret identity.

"Moonlight 1902 in real life will always be the one who once lived on the boat and disembarked in pursuit of love. Now he plays the piano in the Palm Tree Restaurant. guy."

Moonlight 1902 frowned earnestly. He was obviously dissatisfied with Sean's statement and wanted to express his protest: I'm not only an extraordinary musician, I'm obviously the top in the world, okay?

But considering that he asked Sean to help him arrange a hidden plan, he had to swallow the protest back and reluctantly accepted the evaluation of "extraordinary piano skills".

Sean held back his laughter, looked at Moonlight's sullen expression, sorted out his emotions, and said seriously and lowered his voice: "However, the Queen-level explorer wearing the 'Moon Soloist' is just like this Identity doesn't matter at all..."

"Then..." Moonlight lowered his voice cooperatively, forgetting Sean's sarcasm like a child, and asked expectantly, "Who is he?"

"An important point..." Sean raised a finger, "He is not a pianist."

"Not a pianist?" Moonlight frowned suspiciously.

Sean sensed with satisfaction that Moonlight had pinned the now invisible blood-colored rose brooch under the fur vest, and continued, "Yes, he is the inheritor of a composer's will."

Moonlight squinted and continued to listen to Sean's story.

"He is the overlooked genius who wrote the shocking "Nocturne", a direct descendant of Bernard Shaw."

Oh? Yueguang suddenly became interested, his brows were relieved, and a shadow seemed to be vaguely seen in his heart.

"His great-great-grandfather once wrote songs that could shake the world in that era of shining stars.

"But for various reasons, he did not choose to publish his works.

"So, the descendants of Bernard Shaw, who inherited the same name of the contemporary Bernard Shaw, are committed to making his ancestors get a fair evaluation and deserved reputation!

"So, he almost only plays his grandfather's tunes!" Moonlight clapped his hands suddenly, and the image of a somewhat stubborn explorer appeared on the paper.

However, Yueguang was still a little puzzled: "Then why didn't he choose to publish it publicly, but used these songs for his exploration career?"

"Because these tunes are so amazing!" Sean spread his hands and said as a matter of course, "Contemporary Bernard Shaw discovered that the tunes written by his great-great-grandfather are not only masterpieces by great masters, but are so exquisite that they can affect the mystery...

"This is a realm that only Beh's music can achieve."

"Then, he will try to prove the greatness of these works by playing the Nocturne Nocturne to climb the Steps of the Explorers to the peak."

Sean looked at the moonlight with eagerness and hope - it was simply the eyes of "Bernard Shaw"...

The New Testament reporter continued: "When he becomes a King-level or even Ace-level explorer in the name of Bernard Shaw, Nocturne will be known to the world because of such a legend."

Moonlight closed his eyes and tried to enter the role.

Then, he opened his eyes, with a smile of admiration, shook his head lightly and said, "Sean, I don't know how to describe...

"The Bernard Shaw you mentioned seems to really live in my heart.

"I can think directly into such a person's state of mind..."

Moonlight shook his head suspiciously: "But, the strange thing is that this person doesn't really exist..."

Sean smiled and spread his hands: "The beauty of this story is that everyone likes this ideal character, and Bernard Shaw is very similar to you—

"A stubborn artist."

Sean took a sip of tea and said, "Trust me, Moonlight.

"As long as you remember to play him...

"People will buy it."

Of course, just having stories and characters is not enough. Sean will, in the future, wait for the upgrade of the tribute temple belonging to the "Mother of the Black Sheep", and create the alibi of Moonlight 1902 again and again, so as to completely combine Moonlight and "Moonlight". The Soloist," the explorer cut open.

"Story..." Looking at the moonlight laughing beside him, a word suddenly appeared in Sean's heart, "People will always pay for it."

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After creating the "Stupid" for Moonlight, the busy Sean ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ seems to finally be able to relax a bit.

He called Moonlight and Winnie and went out for a walk together.

Walking through the block, they came to the Central Park, along the winter river and the green scenery, the three of them walked talking and laughing.

After an hour's walk, they came to the vicinity of the New Testament Grammar School to welcome Arya Dickinson.

"Sean!" Aaliyah, who was wearing a gray woolen coat, beanie cap and scarf of the same color, was surprised when she saw Sean and the others as she walked out of the school gate, "Why are you here?"

"Nothing today, let's go for a walk together." Sean wore a warm smile.

It seems that after a busy period of time, the noon time has finally arrived.

But what no one in this world knows is that Sean, who seems to be preparing to enjoy a comfortable time, part of his mind...

Shawshank Rogers, the stand-in for the "Secret Cult Leader", is on the second floor of the Black Mansion, transcribing the first official version of "The Long Poem of the Night Wind" with hands as precise as a machine...

Sean Dickinson smiled.

No one knows that he plans to start recruiting members of his secret religion the next night...

The first believer.

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