miss mist go with the flow

They came to a wide hall. Six load-bearing columns parallel to each other divided the space into several areas. There was a dining table with candlesticks and food, a study table with bookcases, and a place with a stove and The crucible looks like an experimental site for magic alchemy.

More than a dozen men and women in uniforms were distributed in twos and threes in various areas, some were eating, some were writing on desks, and many were chatting in low voices.

The accompaniment sounds similar to the sound of a violin, and Amy glanced twice to determine the source of the sound, and found that it was a black box hanging on a load-bearing column.

This should be some kind of alchemical creation, similar to a large music box.

While her eyes were wandering, Amy also saw Afna's figure.

Miss Cat was wearing a maid skirt and was in charge of delivering the plates and wine. Seeing the awkward look on her face, she was probably captured by Sharman as a coolie.

Amy took out a half-face mask from her bosom and put it on the bridge of her nose. The upper half of her face was covered, only her light pink lips and lake blue eyes were exposed, and the elf's long ears were covered by the A lace hair accessory subtly conceals it.

Sirin also tacitly took out the same mask and put it on her face.

This is a small item that the two of them bought when they were shopping two days ago, and it came in handy at this time.

"Master Amy, Sir Sirin, why is this?" Shaman looked at the two in puzzlement.

Why cover your face when everyone has decided to wear a dress to the rally?

Amy shrugged and said, "We don't want to be disturbed by unfamiliar people."

"That's okay." Sharman said with regret in his tone.

She also wanted the friends in the association to see the beauty of these two seniors. To be honest, such beauties can't be seen everywhere.

"Are you guys doing their own things in this gathering?" Amy asked curiously.

After they came in, almost no one looked this way, they were all doing their own things.

"It's still a free communication session." Shaman said, "I have to get something, you can also walk around at will during this period, and I will introduce your identities to the members of the association after the results announcement session. "

At this point, Shaman blinked playfully and said: "If my members offend you two because they don't know the true God, please bear with me and don't rush to get angry."

Ah this-

Amy blinked her eyes. Is this inviting her to pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger?

"You have so much confidence in your association members?"

Aren't you afraid to play off?Amy herself is fine, but Sirin is not a good tempered person.

Shaman smiled and said: "It's okay, the Night Song Magic Association is not the top magic association in the imperial capital, but I am quite confident in the quality of its members, which I have personally checked and tested."

"Okay." Amy waved her hand, "Then you go and do your work first, let's go for a stroll, Xiaoqi, don't come with us."

The last time I heard Eugenes call Selina that way, Amy learned it.

Selina can't do anything about it, her father is called her, and her aunt's idol is also called, of course, she is young and weak, so she just accepts it.

Besides, other book fans can't enjoy such a close title of Teacher Miwu.

Amy dragged Sirin and walked to the dining table first.

There is a striking wine tower here, with red, yellow, blue and green colors, which looks a bit spectacular.

Amy casually took the top red wine glass and took a sip. It turned out to be a strange sweet and salty taste, a bit like tomato juice. She frowned in disgust and gave the glass to Sirin.

Miss Swordsman reluctantly took the cup of "Gift of the Spirit", and took a sip in the principle of not wasting it.

It's okay, at least it's better than the blood of monsters.

Beside the dining table was a young man in his twenties who was playing cards. Seeing two beauties in masks approaching, he smiled slightly and was about to get up to strike up a conversation. Suddenly, he seemed to remember something and sat down again immediately. And bowed his head and continued to turn over the cards in his hand, ignoring their plans.

uh-huh?

Amy remembered Shaman's smile when she left. Could it be that her members have been trained by her routine of "pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger"?

"My little brother, what kind of flavors are the drinks here?"

Amy squeezed her throat and asked in a slightly childish voice.

The young man shivered, his eyes dodged, he moved his chair and sat on the other side, as if he didn't want to talk.

Ouch, what did this person go through?She, a sweet little girl, can be so frightened when she strikes up a conversation?

Amy pursed her lips secretly, and was about to try the taste one cup at a time, when the young man quietly took out a piece of paper and handed it over by scratching the table.

Amy picked up the paper and looked at it, and the flavors of various drinks were marked on it.

Tsk tsk, it's quite interesting.

Following the instructions, Ami chose a glass of fresh and sweet fruit wine, picked it up and took a sip. She was satisfied, then smiled and nodded at the young man.

The young man shrank his body and hid in the depths of the shadows.

Amy found this reaction quite interesting, so she let him go and led Sirin to the next area.

Two women in pointed hats and simple gowns were manipulating the cauldron, so absorbed and careful that they didn't notice someone coming next to them.

Amy respects those who do serious research, and continued to move forward without disturbing the two ladies.

Stepping past the shadow cast by the pillars, there is a row of bookshelves and desks in front of you. A petite young girl is sitting at the desk, writing something at the desk.

Her quill didn't work smoothly, and she leaned on her cheek from time to time and fell into deep thought. Obviously, her thinking was blocked and she encountered some problems.

Amy glanced at the bookshelf first, and there were many issues of "Mage Monthly" on it.

This thing has been widely circulated among spellcasters. The content recorded on it is varied and very interesting. It can be regarded as a very interesting daily reading material. It has a long history and has published more than 1000 issues.

Amy sometimes reads it and finds some inspiration from the whimsy of mages.

Helen is a loyal fan of "Mage Monthly". This girl has memorized at least half of the more than 1000 issues. With a little thought on many topics, she can point out the specific number of issues.

It is normal to have such publications at the assembly site of the magic association.

Amy turned to look at the girl who was writing at the desk. The girl had smooth gray hair, which had a silky texture against the light.

She lowered her head, and there is a very shallow tear mole in the corner of her eye, and the inner corner of her pupil is sunken a little bit, probably due to myopia. Girl, but without seeing the whole picture, I can't give a more detailed evaluation.

Amy rubbed her chin, is the girl also writing for the Mage Monthly?

She glanced across the table, but saw something strange.

On the left hand of the girl is a half-opened "Witch", on the right is the latest volume of "Red Dragon King", and there is also a rare "Song of the Mermaid" on the market.

The girl pondered for a while, opened "Song of the Mermaid" and read a few pages, then lowered her head to write, and wrote a few lines, she opened "The Witch" again, turned the page forward, her eyebrows and eyes were also wrinkled, and her face showed Confused and tangled expression.

Ami watched the girl's actions, and couldn't help feeling a little interested. What is this girl writing about?

She quietly opened the eyes of the moon, peeking at the contents of the girl's paper.

"Lily posed in a posture of shrinking, aiming at the puppet with the rapier in her hand. She kicked her right foot hard, and the whole person jumped forward, and the rapier also shot out, hitting the puppet's heart, full of momentum!

Snapped.

The little maid with cat ears fell to the ground. "

……

Ok? ? ?

A question mark appeared on Amy's forehead. So she was not writing for the Mage Monthly, but writing a legendary novel?

If I remember correctly, the name "Lily" seems to be the alias of the protagonist in the book "The Witch" when she was a maid.

Amy peeked down a few more lines, and the names of the wicked lady and the head maid appeared in the follow-up content.

If nothing else, the gray-haired, tear-mole girl in front of me is the author of the book "The Witch".

Just at this time, the girl finished writing a few lines and went to flip through "Song of the Mermaid".

Amy took a breath, what is this?The original author is currently guilty?

No wonder the writing style of the book "The Witch" is somewhat similar to her brushstrokes, is it really a copy?

Amy secretly whispered to Sirin, "Have you brought that "Witch" with you?"

Sirin nodded, "What's wrong?"

Amy: "Lend it to me."

Sirin found the book in the storage ring and handed it to Amy.

Amy took a look at the author's pen name column, and it was written "Thousand Faces", printed in the common language of the mainland, so it is unlikely to be misunderstood.

She cleared her throat, separated her fingers and pushed the corners of her mouth, walked forward, and said in a tone of surprise: "Miss, are you the teacher Qian Mian, the author of "The Witch's Wonderful Journey"? I I am your book fan, could you please sign this book?"

Amy is very confident in her performance. She has seen too many people show this look in front of her, and she just copied it.

"what?"

The girl who was writing didn't raise her head, "No, I don't have time, please be clever."

Amy was stunned for a moment, what was the reaction?She continued without giving up: "Teacher Qianmian, are you writing the second volume of "The Witch"? When will you be able to buy the new work in the bookstore?"

The girl finally put down the quill in her hand, she raised her head to look at Amy, her light gray pupils were uninterested, like a salted fish landing on the shore.

Amy's half-face mask did not attract the girl's attention, she picked up the "Witch" on the table, and said quickly: "It seems that your life is quite unsatisfactory for being obsessed with such low-level garbage novels. "

Not popular?Rubbish?Is this how she evaluates her work?

For a moment, Amy didn't know how to answer the conversation, and froze in place.

"For the sake of your healthy life in the future, it is better not to read any more of such unstandard journal-style works." The girl put down "The Witch", picked up "Red Dragon King" in one hand, and "Song of the Mermaid" in the other. Continue to quickly say: "If you are really interested in legendary novels, you might as well read Teacher Miwu's works. Don't worry that the book is too thick to read. You will know the fun after reading it. It is better than "The Witch". Ten thousand times! Highly recommended! Newcomers are advised to buy three books, one for reading, one for promoting to friends, and the last hardcover for collection!"

Amy was startled by the girl's suddenly frenzied tone, "Teacher Qianmian, you, who are you?"

"Don't call me Teacher Qianmian, I don't deserve it!" said the gray-haired girl, "I was fooled by others to do this kind of thing! You call me that, I'm afraid I'll lose my life!"

Sirin covered her face, suppressing her chuckle.

This little girl's words are really interesting, this is no longer in the category of self-effacing, it has a hint of madness.

"Sorry, I'm a little emotional."

After finishing speaking, the gray-haired girl also felt that something was wrong, and apologized softly, "Anyway, don't read "The Witch", you can even read "The Witch", and "The Red Dragon King" will look more interesting."

Amy pursed her lips and said, "Teacher Qianmian—"

"Call me Adele!" the girl said seriously, "I'm afraid of losing my life, really."

"Well, Miss Adele, it seems that you don't really want to continue writing this book?" Amy asked curiously, "Did something happen?"

Adele's expression was quite complicated, with remorse and helplessness at the same time. She put down the book, cupped her cheeks with both hands, rubbed them vigorously, and then said: "I was fooled, I'm not the material to write legendary novels at all!"

"In the beginning, I just wanted to earn some research funding, so I wrote some content casually and sent it to the Obsidian Chamber of Commerce, which is currently soliciting papers. Unexpectedly, those guys really selected my manuscript and tempted me with high-standard contracts. , tricked me into signing the contract, and I want to contribute to them until "The Witch" is completed with quality and quantity..."

"Who would have thought that with so many manuscripts, I would be the one who finally published them as a book! They even dragged me into a fight with Teacher Miwu's works! Teacher Miwu is not worthy of carrying shoes!"

"Where is this competing on the same stage? This is clearly punishing me with cruel sales and reviews!!"

Having said that, Adele burst into tears, almost choking with tears.

The eyes of several people not far away were attracted, and finally fell on Amy.

Amy looked innocent, what's going on?What does it have to do with us?It's not me who made her cry!

Well, there may be a little relationship...

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Old Fate: Chapter 44 Experience

"Everyone is looking at this side, why don't you stop crying first?"

Amy looked at Adele who was complaining, and softly comforted her.

The gray-haired girl sniffed her nose, wiped away her tears, closed the book reluctantly, and muttered: "I don't want to, and I don't blame you for insisting on bringing up this topic, it reminds me of sad things!"

"Okay, it's all our fault." Amy really stepped back and confessed.

The little girl's spirit has already tensed to a certain extent, it is better not to continue to stimulate her.

"By the way, who are you two?" Adele was temporarily relieved from her depression, and looked up at Sirin and Amy, "Do I still need to wear a mask to participate in the association meeting? I don't think I've seen you before, Could it be—”

With a vigilant look on the girl's face, she quickly put away the three books on the table, and hurriedly rolled up the half-written manuscript, stuffing it into her sleeves.

"There's no need to do this," Amy said, "We are Ms. Sharman's guests, and she invited us to this rally."

Hearing this, Adele's vigilant expression weakened a little, and she rubbed the sleeves on her wrists, "I told you earlier, I was so scared to death, I thought an enemy had invaded."