Elf Dark Insect Master

Chapter 886

After Artus returned home, he waited impatiently for more than two hours. It was not until the afternoon that he finally saw the carriage reappearing. .90xs

He couldn't wait to greet her, stopped Miss Ziyun at the door of her home, and told her two key points as Wutong taught her.

Then, Artus saw the usually gentle and calm Miss Ziyun, with a rare expression of surprise on her face. Her heart sank, and she unknowingly believed a little more what the black-haired boy said.

Little did he know that Zi was in a worse mood now.

The mission has regulations and it is not allowed to reveal their true information to these people, so Zi is not afraid of others knowing the true origins of these people, but she is still angry. That is because Wutong disclosed to Ah Tong without her personal consent. Tes revealed some information, so Artus now knows that she was lying before. To a certain extent, it can be said that Wutong betrayed Zi. To put it in a small way, it can also be said to be a trivial matter, not a betrayal. , it depends on the relationship and mutual tolerance of two people.

Zi had a good impression of the black-haired boy before, at least they had a good chat in the car, until he suddenly made trouble on the street, she also thought that it was because Wutong wanted a little girl that triggered the subsequent events. But I didn't expect that this time, probably when Artus went to find him, the black-haired boy exposed the truth about her lies in order to protect herself or get away, which made Zi very angry.

She secretly thought to herself that indeed, no man is good at anything, not even a thirteen-year-old boy.

Artus didn't know that in just a few seconds, Miss Ziyun in front of him was thinking about a lot of things. Finally, she smiled bitterly and said to him: "Actually, you can probably tell that I am not an ordinary woman, and He is an outsider from other places, and he came here this time because my family asked me to complete a task."

"What is the mission? As long as you tell me Ziyun, I will do my best to help you complete it!" Artus immediately became energetic. For him, being able to help his sweetheart is worth more than anything else.

Ziyun originally didn't want to hurt other people's hearts, so she had been delaying Artus as long as she could, but now she changed her mind and simply wanted to use her own charm and Artus, so she said: "I need If you find a person with some kind of birthmark on his body, you only know that this person’s location is within a thousand miles of this area.”

When things turned out like this, Ziyun was a little helpless. After Artus left happily, she went back to the house to make tea in frustration.

She used to look down on those female students who used beauty traps, thinking they were despicable and shameless, but she didn't expect that just now she was so angry that she actually took advantage of other men's admiration for her, so she simply transferred all her anger to the black-haired student. Regarding the young man, I don't know whether he is a fool or a madman, but he is probably not like the former, but more like the latter. After he comes out, I must confront him and ask him clearly.

Artes was in a good mood. After returning home, he looked at the servants at work and thought about how to help Miss Ziyun find someone. It was not easy to find someone with a specific tattoo in the vast sea of ​​people.

What's more, given the current situation of him or his family, he no longer has that much energy.

The warden is the highest officer of a prison. His position can be neither high nor low. He has a small amount of power. At the same time, he must be a noble. There are also some official positions in the prison that must be held by children of nobles. They are trained soldiers who can use elves. This is because the nobles are a privileged class. Once they commit an offense, it is impossible for them to be looked after and dealt with by civilian prison officials.

Although Artus's father is a former prison warden, he is only a former prison warden. The warden, who is a son of old age, is already in his fifties or nearly sixty this year. He still made some mistakes and was demoted, let alone failed to succeed in his original position. The work unit is looking for a good future for his son. At the same time, because of the mistakes he made in the past few years, which involved fighting among some big nobles, he fell on the wrong team and lost his official position. It would be good if he could save himself and his family.

So Artus thought about it, but he still didn't think about begging his father who was already retiring in a small manor outside the city. Instead, he took care of things and hurried to a friend's house, intending to listen to this friend who had always been smart. suggestions.

Not long after, Artus came to a tavern, and sure enough, he found his friend in the corner.

But at this time, his friend was holding a woman with heavy makeup and an exaggerated open chest in his arms. The two were teasing each other. When they saw Artus, he had green hair and eyes. He was quite handsome, but it was a pity. The relatively pale young man's eyes lit up and he immediately greeted me.

"Pochi, I have something serious to discuss with you."

"Are you still going to do something serious?"

Despite this answer, the green-haired and green-eyed man named Boqi still reluctantly let the prostitute sitting on his lap leave, and then waved to Artus.

"The thing is like this, in the past few days..."

Artus recounted everything that had happened in the past few days, especially the commission that the black-haired boy and Ziyun had mentioned. Finally, he said with great sincerity: "Please, Pochi, help me find a way. If I can help Miss Ziyun complete this matter, she will definitely look at me differently."

The strange thing is that Poch has no reaction at all to Artus's obsession. In other words, only true friends know that Artus can't persuade him now, and there is no need to persuade him. He has to be injured all over his body. Must wake up.

"It's not impossible to find a way, but you also know what I rely on for a living, so frankly speaking, about the nonsense between you and Miss Ziyun, in my opinion..." Poch paused, picked up the beer, and drank like a As elegant as wine, he narrowed his eyes and said with a smile: "I am more interested in the so-called story of the prince in trouble. If you can arrange it and give me a chance to listen to the story in person, I have an intuition that this is a good one. The material will definitely become a hit, and when the time comes, I can help you in any way you want."

Artus looked embarrassed. He had used his father's influence last time to beg for help. This time... he just thought of Miss Ziyun's quiet and gentle face, which was as dazzling as the sun in the sky. His eyes were purple, his blood was rising, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Okay! How about tonight?"

"Of course that's no problem, but you haven't had dinner yet."

"Go to my house. The servants should be ready by now."

The two left the tavern hand in hand, pushing things to an even more unpredictable level.

At night, Artus successfully sent Pochi in. Of course the warden would not stay to keep watch, but would rest in a nearby house. So he found his father's old subordinates and reluctantly took a small bag of gold coins. This matter is not too difficult.

In addition, Boqi himself likes to write some elegant works related to "boudoir pleasure", which is really suitable for both refined and popular tastes. His writing skills are quite good, and he is quite addicted to this. For this reason, he was even expelled from his family and refused to write anymore. Seeing this disgraceful young man, the guards and officials who often have nothing to do in these prisons naturally know this "celebrity" and have read some of his "masterpieces".

They also knew the special identity of the young black-haired boy who had become famous in the prison in the past two days. Seeing that this was a "big writer" who came to collect materials, and he had benefited from Artus, there was really no way to stop him. It was just that the small prison The leader asked to sit in, and in exchange, Pochi could stay as long as he wanted as long as he left before dawn and before the warden arrived.

Wutong was just sitting around chatting with the prisoners around him, and there was even a jailer chatting with him. He used his full experience and adapted a story to scare these country bumpkins into a daze. Say, it's really a bit of a pleasure to brag and fool people.

How much information can a person receive if he lives for thirty years in the information age of the 21st century?

Not to mention, after Wutong became a superpower, his brain power became stronger and stronger, and his brain began to not be obviously fast, but it did undergo slight mutations.

This is not a magical change, but a very scientific and natural change. Energy will not be generated out of thin air. No matter whether his mental power is weak or strong, there must always be a carrier. Often when an energy carrier is strong enough, The corresponding carrier carrying it must also undergo corresponding changes, otherwise balance cannot be achieved and the result will be collapse.

Biological things are so wonderful. In order to adapt to the increasingly stronger mental power, Wutong's body will naturally undergo corresponding changes, especially the part of the brain that is closely related to mental power.

If one day, even if he turns into a super big-headed monster with atrophied muscles and an extremely developed brain like Hu Di, it will definitely not be a strange thing. The images of aliens from ancient to modern times always have a big head, a small body, and no body hair. The smooth image is not purely a fantasy, but an image of aliens or future people created based on a certain basis of biological evolution.

But that level is still quite far away. If human beings want to become as alien as Hu Di, it means that they can live for at least several thousand years. That is too exaggerated. But if they can really live for thousands of years, even if they are I'm afraid there are many people who are willing to become aliens. After all, ordinary people only live for a hundred years, and anyone who survives later will make money.

Wutong took the past memories that he had gradually awakened and made clear through his extraordinary characteristics, large and small, from some fragments when he was a child, to a certain color novel in his adolescence when he grew up. Now he can easily use them as story materials. These living things are In an era without the Internet, ordinary people may not even be five hundred kilometers away from their hometown in their lives. How can they be so fascinated and want to know more?

He even thinks that through this aspect, publishing a book to influence the public to find people with special tattoos is also a way. However, this method is not safe. It may indeed be easier to find people in a short time. After all, the power of the ocean of people is It's scary, but the problem is, he's not doing the mission alone here!

If you sow fruit only to be picked by others, that would be more unpleasant than not sowing and getting no fruit.

So when Pochi came to visit and explained his purpose, although Wutong had a little surprise, he understood that it was a reasonable development. The corner of his mouth raised a smile that could be called an "evil smile". This was usually because he was thinking about something he found interesting. idea.

Next, Wutong asked the novelist to sort out the time relationships of the stories he had told the prisoners in the past two days. He also kindly gave Poch some guidance on how to write an outline, which made the novelist refer him as We know each other well, but I just wish I didn’t bring wine to have a good time and chat while writing.

The cell boss on the side listened with great interest. They were guarding the prisoners here, and they were very bored day after day. It was rare to see something new like this, so of course they were happy to watch the excitement.

In fact, Wutong had read many online books that were regarded as fast food in his previous life. Some people simply consumed them to obtain vulgar pleasure, but he had more than half of the reasons. He could gain other things. Everything has something in common. Writing is For people to read, selling stories and selling things is the same thing. Knowing this truth, he reads novels that others think are fast food, just because he likes to dig out stories that seem vulgar, but actually touch people's most primitive pleasure. From time to time, you will gain something from the bridge section.

"In fact, there is a clever saying in the literary circles over there. The guys who write the best pornographic stories, and the ones that spread the most to the grassroots and the most widely, are often those virgins who have not experienced anything. The reason is that they have no experience. Yes, but if you have enough enthusiasm to imagine and imagine this kind of thing as what they like to hear and see the most, how can you not be liked? Other popular stories, dramas, etc., actually have the same truth, as long as there is that Use your writing power and write out your most passionate parts, and the story will have at least one shining point and be readable."

After Wutong said these words, Boqi's eyes filled with tears. He no longer doubted the identity of the other party's prince in trouble, and said seriously: "I believe it. Even if you are not a prince, you are definitely a peerless writer of novels. genius!"

Wutong rolled his eyes after hearing this. He thought that he was just a keyboard warrior in his previous life. He wanted to write an elf fan article worth tens of thousands, but the submission website was shot down. He knew that he didn't have the talent for writing. He just had a good brain and made preparations. I had learned a lot of theoretical knowledge about writing before, but now I was using it to fool around with, but I didn’t expect it to be so lethal.

No wonder Wenchao Gongliu novels were once so popular!

The conversation lasted until midnight. Wutong finally yawned and said "Thank you." What was amazing was that not only did Boqi reluctantly leave respectfully, but also said that he would definitely write this article about the Prince in Distress and would never give it to this person in his life. The young prince, who was already a teacher and friend in his heart, was embarrassed, and even the prison chief was not angry because of the prisoner's "disrespect".

The prison boss felt a little confused now. He was thinking about it, and he was having trouble saying in his heart, could this be a real prince?

If so, then this case is really hard to say. Even if someone else has violated the nobles, but if it is a prince in trouble, even if it is from another country, the seriousness of the entire case will be greatly reduced.

I have to say it's not true, but after listening to this story in the middle of the night, and what I heard from the prisoners in the past two days, it turned out that every detail was correct. The prison boss felt that when he recalled it, a novel thing could really emerge in his mind. Impressions of distant kingdoms!