The sun is high

After learning enough information from the mage in front of her, Weilin spent a lot of time reading all the contents sent by the other party, including the "Infernal Fire News".

Even though she had read the original manuscript of the article before, her mind was still touched when she saw these words in this newspaper.

Suddenly, the mage's voice came from the other side: "I envy you, Ms. Weilin."

"ah?"

Wei Lin raised her head in surprise, but she saw a trace of emotion flashing in the other person's eyes: "You have been unable to contact the outside world during this period, so you may not be able to imagine that besides the magic and weapons we are familiar with, there are other things in the world. Something that can explode with such amazing power.”

"You mean Xinhuo Bao?"

Wei Lin reacted, and seeing the other party nodding, she quickly asked: "Did the repercussions it caused... be huge?"

She really didn't know these things. Ever since she was taken away from the Fifth Chasseur Regiment by the Council Mages, Weilin had never had any form of contact with the outside world. She also asked the soldiers who imprisoned her to read. newspapers, but these applications ultimately fell through.

"It's big, very big."

The Master of the Council replied very honestly: "Madam, you may not know that Professor Meyer and his friends have been preparing for this day for a long time, especially Master George Markham, who spent almost all of his All his savings and income have been invested in these things, which is why he has always lived in such poverty."

Wei Lin blinked in surprise: "Can you tell me more details?"

The forty-year-old mage nodded, coughed slightly, and then said: "The founders of this newspaper, they do these things more professionally and better than any newspaper I have ever seen. It was just like those huge magic machines in the alchemy workshop. When they pulled the lever of the machine, all the chains and magic began to operate... In just two days, the news spread throughout the towns and villages. .”

"How did they do it?"

"Master George Markham's influence in the big cities was very high, and almost all newspapers were eager to get contributions from this scholar and writer."

Wei Lin frowned: "But as far as I know, the kingdom should have very strict control over these newspapers during the war, right?"

“But that article took advantage of that.”

The mage spread his hands helplessly: "It did not attack our kingdom, nor did it belittle our army, officials and people. It was not even directly opposed to the ongoing war, but it directly threw a more serious problem to everyone. In front of people... In addition to the directly printed Xinhuo Newspaper, they have also made other preparations. Well, madam, you can open that newspaper and have a look."

So Weilin curiously opened the folded Xinhuo newspaper, and then she saw some fragmentary leaflets, pieces of paper and notes tucked inside, most of which contained excerpts related to Meyer's article. Some of the contents are important paragraphs, some are thought-provoking short sentences, and some are highly summarized summaries. Some of them are printed in advance, and some are hand-copied.

"In addition, they also mobilized many people, some young people, some college students, teachers and even literate miners. With the help of these people, no matter how long the article is, it will be Spread it among the people.”

Wei Lin couldn't help but blink: "It's really... surprising."

"That's not all, madam. In addition, they also pointed the finger directly at the St. Steele royal family, which has a great impact on the ongoing war... Even an ordinary peasant woman in a remote village will They will never approve of their motherland’s alliance with a country that may be controlled by strange associations and sects, not to mention that their sons or husbands are very likely to be on the battlefield!”

Hearing this, Weilin nodded: "When I saw that article, I was just surprised by the words, the truth revealed by the words, and their courage in facing potential risks, but now it seems that I think of them as What needs to be done seems a bit too simple.”

"Of course it's not easy, ma'am."

The Master smiled and said: "As for what Professor Meyer, Master Markham and others are doing, the Council has already investigated almost everything. The reasons why they are doing these things can be traced back many years ago. Exposing the existence of the Black Sun Society is just a matter of fact. On the other hand, as St. Steele people, they may prefer to free their motherland from the control of the association."

His words were obviously made from the perspective of a Votel citizen. Weilin did not agree with this very much. Judging from Meyer's performance and the text he wrote, Weilin What she could smell was a goal that was more ambitious than "saving Saint Steele", but she couldn't tell exactly what it was.

"Maybe he can explain it clearly?"

This thought flashed through Weilin's mind, so she put down the materials in her hands, adjusted her glasses, and asked, "By the way, I want to inquire about someone."

"Um?"

"Suge Ernst, have you heard of this name?"

The mage was obviously hesitant, but he still nodded: "Mr. Ernst is now the key target of the Council. He is on an important list within the Council."

Wei Lin frowned: "Wanted order?"

"Of course not, of course not..."

The mage quickly denied: "To be precise, it is a protection list for important personnel. Many important ministers, nobles, scholars and craftsmen of Walter are on it, including of course our royal family."

As a member who had worked within the Legal Committee and Council, Weilin instantly understood the essence of this so-called list, so she tentatively asked: "Is it a watch list?"

"cough!"

The mage coughed in response.

He then continued: "I am not familiar with Mr. Ernst, but his name appears frequently in the meetings of the Salem City Emergency Committee. Although the committee does not have definite evidence so far, we have It is basically certain that Mr. Ernst should be in Salem City at this time, and this matter... Ms. Weilin, you should know about it, right?"

Wei Lin just frowned and said nothing.

The mage opposite didn't care much about Wei Lin's answer. He continued: "The news about Mr. Ernst was given to you by Butler Fenn who agreed with me. The housekeeper believes that, Ms. Wei Lin, as Mr. Ernst's My magic teacher and good friend should be in great need of information about him. Only by telling you these things can you feel at ease and help us solve problems for our next mission."

When he mentioned the words "magic teacher" and "friend", there were some subtle changes in his tone and expression. It seemed that he wanted to get some additional information by teasing Weilin, but Weilin was She acted extremely indifferently in the face of this kind of temptation. She thought for two seconds and then asked: "He...is safe?"

So the mage nodded: "It should be so at present. The committee speculates that Mr. Ernst may have become the actual person in power in Salem City. The ordinary residents, soldiers and even mages left in the city are all listening to him. command."

Wei Lin's expression became a little tense.

This didn't sound like something Xiuge could do, but after thinking about it carefully, it seemed to be very consistent with his style, so Weilin questioned: "Since you don't have definite evidence, how can you come up with such a conclusion?" in conclusion?"

"Although the members of the Legal Committee are willing to obey his command, they are still loyal to the goddess Mel."

At this point, the mage of the council seemed to have no intention of continuing this topic. He took out a pocket notebook from the pocket of his robe and handed it to Weilin: "It will take a long time before we reach our destination. During this time, you can take a look at these things..."

Wei Lin reached out and took the notebook, while looking at the other party with doubtful eyes.

The mage said: "This is what you need to face next, some... lines of unknown meaning. At least in my eyes, it has no rules or meaning."

After hearing this, Weilin reached out and unfolded the notebook. Through the light in the car, she saw many twisted marks copied directly on the notebook with ink. As the mage said, these marks looked extremely messy, It was twisted, as if it had been scratched out by a drunken drunk with ink-stained hands.

However, after reading a few pages, Weilin's mood had changed.

She couldn't help but ask: "Where did these lines come from?"

The mage's expression changed slightly: "They were the second batch of volunteers who entered the crack, and were 'brought' back by them."

"Bring it back? You mean copying it?"

"No, it's not a copy...it's a scar."

As if recalling some horrific scene, the river valley-level mage couldn't help but tremble when he said these words: "Those mages and soldiers who successfully returned to the camp all had these..." Scars.”

Wei Lin's mouth opened slightly, and her eyes returned to the notebook in her hand.

Although she had no way to directly identify the true meaning of these strange traces, as one of the few magic scholars who had conducted in-depth research on the manuscript of "Poetry of the Night", she was able to confirm that the style and brushstrokes of these traces were closely related to that of the mad poet Ah. The strange handwriting used by Qi Fu in "Poetry of the Night" is very, very similar.

…

After dawn, Shuge visited Iris Street again.

But this time, as the escort and escort of some important supplies, he received unprecedented welcome.

For a moment, Xiuge looked at the survivors who had left their hiding places and smiled on both sides of the road. He thought he had accidentally traveled through time and space and returned to the past city of Salem.

In the crowd, Shuge also saw a few familiar faces. They were Rudolf, a member of the Salem Mutual Aid Association, and those lively girls.

The girls have found new jobs. They no longer dress up as "nightingales" as before, but wear shabby but still neat clothes. It seems that they should be responsible for counting and organizing materials now.

Shuge naturally didn't need to worry about the handover and inspection of weapons. General Boots arranged these things very properly, so Shuge was able to get out of the business quickly.

At a moment when no one was watching, Shuge used the deduction ability given by the roots of destiny to this place where the crowd was relatively dense. After consuming a lot of magic power, Shuge successfully glimpsed a considerable part of the survivors of Iris Street. The fate of the survivors was similar to that of ordinary people in the Legal Committee's residence. Except for a few who died, the vast majority of survivors were able to survive the disaster in Salem City in the end.

This discovery made Xiuge feel a lot better.

He restrained his strength and then looked up at the sky - the sun hanging there was still very familiar to him. The weather had been very good these days. In Iris Street, the crowds gathered and the stars sprinkled from the sky The warm sunshine dispelled the gloom that had been hanging over people's hearts, and they all now saw hope.

Under the "protection" of several soldiers, Shuge passed through the crowd of onlookers. He smiled and got rid of the enthusiastic girls who wanted to come up for a kiss, and then walked towards the former Delan Embassy.

Inside the embassy, ​​Shuge saw Felix, whom he hadn't seen for a while.

After joining Iris Street, Felix changed a lot. He tidied his messy hair neatly and became energetic. Now, he is responsible for the dispatch, command and distribution of relevant personnel within Iris Street. As the former head of the Mutual Aid Association, Felix handled these matters in an orderly manner. His ability in this area was even recognized by General Boots.

Felix was very happy when Shouge arrived. The two shook hands vigorously, and then Felix asked Shouge to sit down at the temporary desk. There were simply two pieces of cake on his desk. Hard black bread, this seems to be his ration today.

"The number of people on Iris Street is still increasing, but the speed has slowed down greatly... In a few days, we will be able to count the final number of people."

Felix pointed at a table on the table and sighed with regret: "Compared with the number of people I originally estimated, it is still much less. Many people in this city still failed to persevere. Or they simply don’t want to believe us and think we are going to take away the supplies they depend on for survival.”

"There's nothing you can do about it, so do your best."

Felix nodded, he pondered for two seconds, and then asked very directly: "You are not here to visit me, right? Tell me the truth, how much time do we have in the future? I want to use it as much as possible Arrange more people.”

So Shuge raised his hand and gestured to Felix.