Chapter 163: High Level Negotiations


    A raven feather flew down.


    First a ck mask floats in the air.


    The ck feathers converge.


    The Raven Prophet, shrouded in ck robes, appears.


    "The Raven Domain.


    An aura simr to the ripples of ck water formed at its feet, covering the entire [Creation Room].


    Gaga~.


    Hundreds of crows formed in the field.


    Even Han Dong could intuitively feel the sense of danger, and every single raven was very deadly.


    The fallen servants that gathered in the [Creation Room] were aware of the intruders.


    Immediately losing their human form, they swooped in madly.


    Mr. ck and White waved his hand.


    A single raven quickly and precisely drilled into their mouths.


    Seeing the foreign object swirl around inside them, destroying the core almost instantly, immediately disintegrating and turning into a puddle of sewage.


    At the same time a raven flew quietly to the desk and breathed in the spirit of Alex Martini''s psychic body into his body.


    If this spirit is destroyed, Alex will lose his ability to create and the Holy City will lose an important writer.


    Only.


    The ''important creation'' had beenpleted.


    Alex no longer had any use for the yellow-robed man.


    Therefore, the man did not stop the Raven from taking him away.


    "It''s been hard work clearing the Fallen on this journey, Knight Celeste, you exit for now while forgetting about what happened here."


    Mr. ck and White waved his hand again.


    Celeste immediately exited the study while being forcibly taken out of the mansion by a raven.


    In this way, only Mr. ck and White, Han Dong and this yellow-robed mysterious man were left in the creation room.


    In the yellow-robed man''s hands was a finished book created by Alex, and on the cover was printed arge English character - "Legend of the Dragon Race".


    From the cover and the title, it seems to be an ordinary magical novel, nothing strange or dangerous.


    Mr. ck and White started the conversation with.


    "I don''t know what purpose an existence of your level has for secretly sneaking into the Holy City.


    Based on the Order''s investigation, and my personal knowledge, you don''t seem to be taking action against the ''writer''smunity'', just singling out this Viscount Alex.


    Although Alex is a core member of the Writer''s Group, he has no real power.


    You can only get some ''shallow'' information about the Holy City from him, it''s useless.


    And the finished work you have in your hands doesn''t seem to be special either.


    What is your purpose?"


    As Mr. ck and White asked questions.


    The yellow robe slowly rotated.


    However, the yellow robe seen this time was not quite the same as the one Han Dong had seenst night, it could be clearly seen with the naked eye, and the sense of pressure released was not strong either.


    It didn''t feel like Han Dong was falling into an abyss at all.


    Underneath the hood, it was the Martini family''s old steward.


    Only, there were some white tentacles that surfaced between his pupils.


    The yellow-robed mysterious man was precisely manipting this steward through possession, secretly plotting all this.


    Through this steward''s body, the yellowed teeth slowly opened.


    Along with the movement of the foreign body in his mouth, he spoke a standard and fluent English.


    "I don''t really mean any harm, and I''m not at all interested in invading your city, or even opposed to it.


    After all, you humans are really interesting, especially in terms of your ''cultural heritage''.


    I was just bored outside, and while on a world tour, I came across a fewrge flying dragons that were brought out of the ''weird space'' by your humans.


    Their forms, cries, and scales on their bodies intrigued me.


    After killing them, an idea for a fantasy novel about the ''Age of the Dragons'' came to my mind.


    Therefore, I n to find a writer who specializes in ''fantasy'' to help me write a full-length novel of a standard quality based on the framework of the system I conceived.


    After all, life outside the city is just too boring, it''s quite nice to look at decimals to pass the time.


    Unlike you guys, I''m very interested in the various cultural products of you humans, especially this kind of astronomically long and interesting novel.


    This Dragon Saga was created under my supervision, and if you guys are interested, I can make two copies for you on the spot.


    Let''s see if the dragon race worldview I''ve constructed is interesting."


    Such an exnation fell on deaf ears with Han Dong.


    There was neither a major n to invade the holy city, nor an evil idea to corrupt the human race.


    This yellow-robed mysterious man''s main objective was actually just this.


    Under its induction andpulsion, it allowed Viscount Alex toplete a lengthy fantasy novel in just ten days, this approach was close to squeezing all of Viscount Alex''s brain power.


    Listen to the yellow-robed mystic''s exnation.


    Mr. ck and White, on the other hand, had a thoughtful expression, "Give me a copy, right?"


    "Yes!"


    With arge number of tentacles growing out from under the yellow robe.


    Like a printer, immediately the novel reproduces an out.


    Mr. ck and White, as the reviewer, read it quickly on the spot and gave a brief evaluation.


    "Quite a good novel, it should reach bestseller level when ced in the Holy City, However, there are still ws in the racial division of the dragon race, I hope that the characteristics of the various races can be highlighted."


    The possessed steward looked excited as he heard, "Really? Great."


    Mr. ck and White took the opportunity to make a rather important offer.


    "If you still want to write a book in the future, I can find more professional writers to interface with you, this way, you won''t have to take the risk of sneaking into the Holy City, and we''ll be able to feel more at ease."


    The yellow-robed man nodded evenly. But it doesn''t seem easy to meet you, does it?"


    "If it is inconvenient to see me, you can ask this student of mine to help pass on the message." said Mr. ck and White as he patted Han Dong''s shoulder.


    It seemed that he had already nned to shift the topic to Han Dong.


    "Oh!!! It''s this young man who can see into my original body!"


    Several white tentacles shed from the steward''s eyes, looking interested.


    Not caring if Mr. ck and White would attack it, it walked straight towards the young man, Han Dong.


    Ta-ta-ta~


    Han Dong kept his head down the entire time, listening to the sound of footsteps approaching, sweat overflowing all over his body.


    He couldn''t even gag on this kind of high-level conversation.


    Close to half a meter away.


    The steward red at Han Dong for a closer look at.


    "Deadly Demon Eyes, Humans can actually learn such techniques.


    And your head seems to have a very deep history! There''s a stinky fish smell that I don''t really like, mixed with all sorts of weird vors.


    Interesting! I like the ''other'' like you guys, a crow and a brain!


    OK, In the future, if I have any work I want to create and want to get in touch with you directly, please be sure to provide a good writer who can meet my creative requirements.


    Otherwise, I''ll have to pick the right writer myself again."


    Mr. ck and White''s mask cracked into a smile, "No problem! So, what do we get out of it, then?"


    The possessed steward, who grew a tentacle from his fingertip, scratched his nostrils.


    Answers after a moment''s thought.


    "I don''t suppose this young man has left the Holy City yet?


    If you encounter any future dangers outside the city, you cane to me for solutions, limited to minor situations! If you mess with something big, I''m not going to help.


    I''m not much for getting into trouble either."


    Mr. ck and White continued to ask, "How can you be sure you''ll help him, rather than assimte him?"


    "Believe it or not, I don''t care, if I can''t find a writer through your channel, I can still infiltrate the Holy City in a simr manner."


    "Please allow me three minutes to consider."


    "Be my guest."


    The butler smiled and waited.


    Mr. ck and White switches masks during his consideration.


    Wearing the white mask, he analyzes this ''important transaction'' in a different thought mode.


    After three minutes, the decision is given on time, "OK."


    The possessed butler turns to Han Dong, "Young man, put your hand out."


    The mouth opened wide, and an origin tentacle was derived from the steward''s body, touching the back of Han Dong''s left hand.


    There was a wonderful feeling of the soul being touched.


    A [Yellow Seal] was slowly sketched out.


    "Young man, we will gain contact through this seal, good cooperation."