I'm playing Yuanshin in Tivat!

[The Kingdom of God on Earth. 】

[It seems that the name is probably a domain unique to gods. It is somewhat similar to the pure land of Thor Balzebu. This word has two situations. I cannot rule out the possibility that Wendy is fishing. Optimism is the biggest enemy of overall thinking. 】

[I'm not really a god, am I? 】

This option should be ruled out. I have never seen a god who almost died of exhaustion after staying up late to write a manuscript.

[I took the initiative throughout this conversation, and I even solved his problem by means of prophecy, but Wendy didn't say the purpose of his visit, so I can't relax my vigilance, pay attention to his movements, if he wants to test, absolutely Some information will be left somewhere. 】

[But based on the image I constructed, the way he leaves information will be very subtle. 】

[But it won't be too hidden. 】

Lu Kong felt a pain between his brows, he didn't dare to rest, and continued writing.

【As a wind elf, Fengshen has been acting as a bard who loves wine and poetry. He may write poems, or write something on the message board in the tavern. He will not use his power as a wind god unless it is particularly important. 】

And testing an old acquaintance who doesn't seem to be a threat is obviously not a particularly important thing.

He will treat this as a game.

Speculate wildly, construct its process carefully.

Every step must be reasonable, this is Lu Kong's routine.

Chapter 39: Here Comes a New Story

Although she didn't know who it was, she pulled herself into the hidden space as soon as they met, exposing the core of her strength. If this wasn't an acquaintance, Wendy no longer knew what an acquaintance was.

But Lu Kong's state is obviously not right.

Even if he turned into a mortal, Lu Kong could not be regarded as a healthy mortal, his eyes were swollen, his feet were sloppy, and his skin condition was not good.

Like a clerk who works late at night.

"Solved some things, but my problem hasn't been raised yet."

How did Sky Wings get into her hands?

Wendy shook her head.

After blowing away the snowy mountains with the wind, Barbatos, the god of wind, took off his crown, sealed up his weapons, and went to the people's ranks wholeheartedly. At present, he basically sleeps for hundreds of years before getting up to solve some problems. This is all to resist time. wear and tear.

"Another interesting character has appeared."

Wendy stroked the string lightly: "I won't delve into the details, first come..."

Oops.

This time, he was supposed to drop some information to test Lu Kong, but this time he just asked a question and didn't do anything. The wind butterfly that sprinkled sleep-promoting scale powder seemed to lose its effect.

Wendy rested her hand on her chin in distress.

"It's rare to work hard and finish a job without fishing, so let it dissipate by itself?"

It's like scooping up a glass of wine, but throwing it away and not drinking it. Wendy always feels that this is not appropriate. Doesn't it seem that he has been fishing for fish?

Just a waste.

He came to the Angel's Gift Tavern. It was daytime, and the tavern was still closed. The heavy wooden door was closed tightly, but the message board was hanging outside normally, with all kinds of messages on it.

And just as he conjured up a quill to write on the message board, a gaze shot out from inside the tavern.

It was the red-haired adult who reminded Wendy that minors should not go near the bar.

Although she didn't see anyone, Wendy felt that gaze, which was vicious and cold. Seeing this, Wendy put away the quill, lightly clenched her fist and hammered her head, and stuck out her tongue exaggeratedly.

"Hey~"

Since the Angel's Gift Tavern is not allowed, let's go to the Cattail Tavern.

There are relatively few advertisements on the message boards there, and most of them are complaints from drinkers, which are very life-like. Wendy's eyes slid over the words, showing satisfaction, and nodded.

Some complained that the drinks were too expensive, some said that the night was so beautiful tonight, and some confessed their love.

"Even I would occasionally think of the leisurely life in the past. Whether it was the warmth of the Knights, the friendship, or my father, everything was so beautiful at that time, but I can't go back to the past..."

Wendy nodded.

"That red-haired, cold-faced adult has a side like that too."

Not surprised at all, he picked up a pen and wrote his message.

His handwriting is very beautiful, and some of the characters are still classical, which are somewhat different from the current Monde, but there is still no problem for ordinary people to understand.

[I saw a hidden creature in the land of the wind, it's really beautiful, but in the natural world, the more beautiful the creature, the more dangerous it is, isn't it? 】

Wendy hesitated.

Added "Hey~" at the back

It was his signature chuckle, and Wendy believed that it was a hint of cheating for someone who was good at prophecy.

"Wait, and hope."

Wendy silently recited the words Lu Kong told him just now. This wonderful short sentence from Dumas' "The Count of Monte Cristo" immediately began to shine in Mond in Tevat.

"Play a nice poem."

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Wendy's matter is big or small, after planning the situation, Lu Kong made a plan for himself to order a glass of wine every day and check the KPI on the message board, then turned around and started busy with his own business.

There are still so many beautiful girls to manage, just a boy with white silk, not attractive at all.

"Or can you sign a contract with him?"

Lu Kong said to himself and shook his head: "Let's forget it, I want to ensure the purity of the beautiful girl team, and beautiful girls are the primary productive force."

Lu Kong glanced at the beautiful girls he had planned. Everyone was making steady progress. Rosalia hadn't fished for the past few days, but her learning ability was too weak. She still couldn't reach the upper limit of the level, but it wasn't far off.

I have to start preparing for Rosalia's favorability task, and the two lines are parallel.

After planning the whole day and dealing with Wendy, Lu Kong finally got up slowly and walked around inside the newspaper office, his body wobbled and almost fell to the ground.

She had a good night's sleep.

There is no dream, only the deep and reassuring darkness, the depleted mental power is greatly replenished, and the inspiration is finally abundant, but after waking up, the lips are a little dry and the throat is itchy, making Lu Kong cough uncontrollably.

"Ahem, let me take a look... Rosalia has finally reached the top? The mission has already started?"

Lu Kong talked to himself.

Indeed, Rosalia has reached the upper limit of the level, and the related favorability tasks have also been unlocked. Only by completing the tasks can the level be continued.

what is it then?

[Task: Sleepless nun Rosalia utters a reassuring raving~]

[Description: The sleepless nun has been affected by insomnia all year round. Even if she sleeps, she can only hold up a book to study. The long-term pressure has made her mentally ill. Please give her a real sleep and listen to her dreams. 】

"Ah this."

How to solve this problem?

Lu Kong said hello while rubbing his messy long hair, his thoughts completely diverged like a wild horse running wild.

Miss Rosalia trusts her very much. If she is invited by herself, she will definitely come to the newspaper office for tea. If the tea at the newspaper office is replaced with black tea that calms the nerves and helps sleep, Rosalia will not doubt anything.

"Is only black tea okay?"

This kind of plot twist is a bit too blunt. A writer like Lu Kong, who has strict requirements on himself, was rejected almost immediately when he had this idea.

Lu Kong often competes with himself.

Compared with the stories about Wendy, the stories about Rosalia are more familiar. After a little thought, Lu Kong typed out large paragraphs of text, and with the sound of rattling, these texts were drawn again. The upward slash was judged as waste by herself.

"Is it because I just woke up? My thinking is still messy, and I can't plan my thoughts into a complete plot, or do I have higher demands on myself?"

Lu Kong talked to himself.

She knew what was wrong with her.

A writer who does not know the heights of the sky and the earth wants to combine the two stories into one, and blend them into one story.

"However, I don't have any clues yet."

Chapter 40: White Slime

Westwind Church.

Barbara is cleaning.

The Eye of God glows lightly, and there is no need for a magic book. With just a slight wave of the hand, the water element will completely wash away the dust accumulated in the corner. Although this is not the job of a priest, it can be more efficient if you do it yourself. Why not do it?

Plus, a few days ago with my sister...

Her face was reddish, her slender fingers were brought together, the water element gently scraped the floor, and the originally dull floor immediately became as bright as a mirror.

"The hall is cleaned, it's time to clean the confinement room."

she muttered to herself.

The scenery of the Westwind Cathedral was patchwork, and Barbara nodded and greeted the old nun who was guarding the confinement room as she walked past a large rose window grille made of broken glass.

Simply the most devout nun.

"Barbara, this wasn't your job." The old nun looked at her with a smile.

"With the eyes of the water element god, it is more convenient for me to complete this kind of work, and the work of a nun should never be based on what I should do, but what I can sit on."

Barbara gently pulled the hem of her skirt and slightly bent her knees, speaking gracefully.

The old nun nodded, praised Sister Barbara's piety again, and made way for her.

"Speaking of which, the confinement room hasn't been used for a long time. The last time it was Sister Rosalia, because of the fools..."

"Fools?"

Barbara turned away, as if willing to hear more.

"I have also heard related rumors, but I have never heard the whole picture."

The old nun explained calmly: "Rosalia has something to do with Lu Kong, who claims to be the agent of the wind god. At that time, the former diplomats who were fools went to attack the newspaper office at night. They only sought official means after being injured by Rosalia. Otherwise, how could they be so reasonable."

Reasonable?

Also did not witness the daytime situation with her own eyes, but Barbara, who had read the relevant files, stuck out her tongue mischievously in her heart.

That arrogant and domineering look has nothing to do with being reasonable.

Just as she was talking, the door of the confinement room was slowly opened, and the old nun turned and left. Barbara was just about to activate the eye of the water elemental god to clean up the floating dust, when she was suddenly attracted by something on the bed.

That is a notebook.

Small, dark brown, the overall appearance is only the size of a palm, the embossed roses make it look a little luxurious, and the slightly oxidized skin shows that this notebook has been around for some years.

"Whose notebook is it?"

Barbara picked up the notebook curiously, and before she had time to observe it carefully, a strong rose fragrance came to her nostrils.

It's Miss Rosalia's!

And put it close to the body for a long time,

Barbara forcibly held back her screams, picked up the notebook furtively, and stuffed it into her arms without even looking at it. After that, even her cleaning movements became abnormal, full of guilt for fear of being discovered.

A notebook for girls to keep close by!

Definitely a diary!

I didn't expect that such a cold and beautiful Kaolin Flower like Rosalia would also have such a little girl's hobby.

This is definitely the best chance to get to know her.

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"call--"

"Miss Lu Kong, you are becoming more and more intimate."

Lu Kong drank tea, frowned when he heard this, raised his head and looked at Rosalia, the four eyes with serious dark circles met together, really like sisters.

"Cough cough."