Author: Seedless Melon

On the way to work.

Truman stopped by a newsstand.

Compared with the number of newspapers sold by newspaper boys, there are more newspapers on the newsstand, and even newspapers issued by other countries outside the Subara Republic.

While flipping through the "Lentinian" and looking at the reports about the "Moonlight Knight", I felt the "share" of "share".

The ‘share’ is indeed growing, very weak, and the momentum is vague.

It's far worse than being with black veil.

But there are also improvements.

This proves that as long as the residents of Lentiny start to pay attention to the so-called "Moonlight Knight", this attention will be turned into positive feedback and added to Truman's "share".

Now it is small, and there may be a day that will grow strong enough in the future.

As long as I continue to perform, continue to perform, and have a more exciting performance... Truman found that he had developed a passion for 'performance'.

After reading the "Lentinian", Truman would of course buy one. At this time, he suddenly remembered a newspaper that the workshop owner once said - now Truman attaches great importance to every word the workshop owner said.

"Is there a "Pursuit of True Knowledge"?"

"Yes, one 15 silver order."

"What?" Truman doubted his ears.

However, he still took out 15 silver orders to buy a copy of "Pursuing True Knowledge", which is one-third of his daily salary in the shipping company, and it is also the salary of an ordinary coal miner for five days.

A very expensive publication.

And it is also thick enough. It is simply a booklet, which must be fifty or sixty pages thick. Just looking at the catalog, Truman was attracted.

‘Preliminary analysis of the copper tripod type carrier of Gad Lingxu’.

‘On the inevitable connection between the quantity of Lingxu production and the date of its discovery’.

‘Refute Leonard’s study on spiritual continuity, continuity above 2, 3, 5, 7, 10, 14, 20, 21, 28…50 cannot exist’.

...

Ordinary people will only have the idea of ​​what this is after reading this newspaper.

Truman was completely attracted and even stopped and watched it for a long time.

The owner of the workshop was right, "Pursuing True Knowledge" can really broaden his horizons.

It turns out that there are so many people in this world studying spiritual literature!

...

I just started work today.

Truman saw something.

Hei Shiu didn't come to work.

Truman was inexplicably disappointed.

What was I disappointed?...Analyzing this strange idea, Truman suddenly found that he was disappointed that he could not perform in daily life without black veil.

Am I going to get out of control?

No.

Truman evaluated himself and had no urge to "show" at all.

After a hearty performance that night, the desire to perform was already satisfied.

fine.

That is my thoughts began to be perverted. Truman thought.

Heisha didn't come to work, and the one who disappeared from Heisha was also the "mystery monument" in the warehouse's confidential area.

"The monument was transported away?" Truman was surprised.

The apprentice who reported the news to him seemed a little thankful.

"Yes, I didn't see it this morning. It seems that it was transported away last night. Thinking of Mr. Abu's experience, this must be a good thing, otherwise I don't know which gentleman's turn will be on his head."

Truman felt even more disappointed.

Not only did the audience disappear, but the stage disappear... Truman couldn't help but sigh.

...

A boring day.

I made 1 gold pound, but the housekeeper did not come and did not pay his salary.

If Truman wrote a diary for today, it would be the above content.

Truman even disliked this peaceful life a little.

He once again felt the change in his own thoughts.

At work, he even fantasizes the feeling of the night wind in Lentiny passing by his ears.

Back to the apartment after get off work.

The landlord said that someone was waiting for him, so Truman met the "Meeting Memorial" in the living room.

I will remember wearing a navy blue suit, a white shirt, and gold-rimmed glasses, sitting on the sofa, and being upright, looking very serious and very strict.

"Letter." He will record and hand over a letter to Truman.

"Whose?" Truman asked subconsciously, then realized that he had asked nonsense. It must be the letter from the owner of the workshop.

The accountant left after sending the letter. The landlord looked at his back in confusion and wanted to ask who Truman was. Truman had already returned to his room to open the letter.

...

The letter reads: "Stop black veil from identifying and translating that 'mystery', if possible, ruin it. I hope you like this job."

I knew that Truman wanted to.

The things from the workshop owner must be very expensive.

...

Under the dim lights of the apartment.

Truman is studying how to complete the tasks assigned by the workshop owner.

He is a trustworthy person.

After receiving the remuneration from the workshop owner, I naturally have to find a way to complete this task.

It is naturally not advisable to attack. Truman has proved before that he could not grab the pottery monument in the hands of Heiwei.

But his identity as another appraiser was useful enough at this time. Heiwei invited him to identify the pottery monument together, and Truman should be able to approach it.

How to destroy this 'mystery monument'?

Truman thought about it all night but had no clue.

...

But that night.

The favor of fate comes.

Slap.

Late at night, Truman's window was gently knocked.

Truman, who had just returned from the Earth, was considering whether to sleep naked or wear clothes, was shocked.

He looked out the window and could see from the light that a red tentacle gently tapped his window frame.

Crack...

Truman only felt that his "share" had experienced a slight collapse in this moment, and the pressure of life was too great.

He took a step back, reached out to stroke his face, and put on the silver mask.

The invisible "film" covered Truman's body. He became transparent like a chameleon and disappeared into the reflection of the candlelight.

The abnormality in front of Truman continued. The red tentacle that had become larger than before opened the window and supported a human figure that was mostly bloody and fuzzy.

"I know you're at home," said Anton, half of his mouth lit out sharp teeth and half lit out wriggling granulation.

Truman remained silent and began to walk quietly to the door.

"I need you to help me," Anton continued, "There is a spiritual text carrier in the shape of a stele, and I need it."

Oh, what a coincidence. I need it too. But I don’t need to... Truman told himself.

"I'll get it, and then if you can help me translate it, I'll give you the last legacy of my own, and you'll need it, which will help you avoid snooping through all the 'divination' or 'predictive' characteristics of the extraordinary rank."

He said: "That would be very useful for you. You know, someone has been watching you until now. The time we can talk is very limited."

This made Truman feel a little moved.

"I can find you at any time. I have used the Seven Star Lamp to divine, knowing that this is the right time and the time you are most likely to agree to my request." Anton said, "and you have collected my deposit."

Truman discovered that no matter where he went, Anton's eyes always followed him, and the tentacle behind Anton, which was already taller than a man, was buzzing something, probably the "Seven Star Lamp".

Truman sighed, and had no choice but to take off his mask, and his figure reappeared in the air.

"First of all, I'm going to ask a question," said Truman. "You're not Anton, who are you?"

Hearing this question, Anton's terrifying face that was enough to bring nightmares to any ordinary human being showed a sigh.

"I come from a distant world, in that world, my name is Zhuge Liang."
Chapter completed!