The Modern Age of the Mysterious

Olivia, wearing a brown plaid beret, poured hot coffee into Sean's mug.

In order not to attract attention, she has turned her silver hair into reddish brown, and the ends of her soft and bright hair are slightly curled, which complements her lovely face. A black turtleneck sweater, paired with a plaid skirt that matches the hat, looks quite like an assistant...

"Thank you, Oli." With Ms. Wind Chime by his side, Sean was particularly at ease.

Dale Finch's proudest masterpiece smiled slightly and stepped back to continue busy with some arrangements.

At this time, Sean had already decided in his mind the direction of the first manuscript.

In order to be able to write this manuscript, he needs to go out and do some interviews. However, now that it was near noon, he decided to eat lunch before going out.

Sean took out the aluminum lunch box and opened it. Inside were three fried chicken thigh sandwiches neatly arranged.

The fat and tender chicken was fried to golden brown, the green of the vegetables, the red of the tomato, and the white of the onion looked mouth-watering.

"Even the bread has been baked..." Sean raised his eyebrows in relief, "Arya is really attentive."

He hummed softly, picked up the first sandwich in his left hand, and "Traveler Weekly" in his right.

Soon, he saw a piece of news in the current affairs section that he was very interested in—

"The special investigation of Ocean City by the Holy Court of Newlander has come to an end.

"It is confirmed that the vicious incident was planned and carried out by the previous mayor, Fuller Verne.

"Verne has been confirmed dead, and the divine court has temporarily withdrawn the plan to carry out a military attack on Ocean City."

The things that Sean had been worried about for a while did not happen—

After Kluwitan successfully obtained the completion of the "Child of Dreams" plan, Ocean City, which is the "hatch bed" for the recovery of the evil god, will no longer be attacked by the divine court.

This is also in line with Tesler's previous expectations. The Kluvitans went to the empty building, and Verne was dead. It was obviously pointless to attack a submarine city with a submarine guard.

Putting the last piece of the first sandwich in his mouth, Sean moved his thumb away from the edge of the story, and the faint vision that was always on saw next to the headline of the story, a small, purple glowing " Questing Eye" logo.

This represents this report, as well as "in-depth content" for those in the quest industry to watch.

In order to see this part of the content, you need a corresponding level of soul volume and fully open your spiritual vision before you can watch it.

"Traveler Weekly" is one of the industries under the Quest Association. The surface content of this newspaper is similar to that of the same type, but the in-depth content can only be seen by the quest.

In order to ensure that the confidential information circulating in the industry will not cause panic, in-depth reports are printed in a special way and can only be browsed by explorers.

Next to the title, there is a blue eye of exploration, which means that the in-depth report of this article can be viewed at the Jack level; the eye of the purple mystery can only be viewed at the Queen level.

Sean shook the newspaper and opened his eyes with ease.

The world in sight has changed.

At this moment, the New Testament reporters could not only see the spiritual debris that was peeled off due to various soul actions in the air, but also some traces of the soul left in this room before appeared like stains.

The traces of this office are fairly normal - it means that there have been no vendettas, evil rituals, hostage of resentful spirits and other events that may cause haunting.

As for the report just now, the words printed with conventional ink have disappeared, and the lines of words glowing with purple shimmering appeared like fluorescent fish lurking underwater.

"Sarah Nash, directly under the Holy Court Saint and a senior field officer of the Holy Court Investigation Bureau, has been confirmed missing in Ocean City."

"The 58-year-old 'sculptor' went to an underwater city to track down the illegal activities of a prohibited organization."

"This matter should be related to the evil god's recovery incident.

"The Holy Court requires members of the association who go to Ocean City or any related area to assist in the search for Sarah Nash's whereabouts and provide valuable information, and the Holy Court will reward those who provide valuable information.

Gu Chu "But please pay attention to all explorers: Do not ask or trace Sarah Nash's mission-related information."

After exiting the spirit vision state, Sean folded the newspaper and put it on the table.

"There is no doubt that when Kluvitan was completed, Milton killed the killer, making Sarah Nash the first victim of the Salvation Religion when Kluvitan was revived...

"Ocean City is temporarily safe. Nicola Tesler can continue to purify the local residents with peace of mind.

"And the attack on Kluvitan's belief in the territory will also maintain high pressure."

Under the guise of modern gods, the old master who controlled the power of the dreamland and conquered the city again in the hearts of the people has not yet set off a wave that is too terrifying in the world...

It's just a "small fight" to use the dream to spawn some crazy believers who are contaminated with the deep sea dream green.

Not a monstrous fire, more like a smoldering fire.

Sean, whose rank is still limited, doesn't know what exactly Kluvitan is planning.

He can only put his head down, try not to let himself be involved in that level of struggle, and before the inevitable storm...

Manage everything.

He let out a sigh of relief and pulled his mind away from the too large and wild narrative, and Sean continued to enjoy his lunch.

After finishing the sandwich and the coffee in the cup, Sean lay on the sofa and took a nap - the avatar, Shawshank, was waiting peacefully in an unknown spiritual world.

He opened his eyes again, raised his wrist and looked at his watch. Sean tidied up in the bathroom, walked to the door, picked up his hat and coat, and walked out of the office...

Driving to the neighborhood of "Donald Brewery" in the downtown area, as an independent reporter, he interviewed many workers who stayed in nearby coffee shops or pubs during work breaks.

As a "functional" Sean, just a few words of greeting, or a glass of wheat beer, can open the conversation of those honest workers...

He easily obtained some information he wanted, and before the sun set, he rushed back to his office.

"Interview" may be difficult for new entrants.

But for him ~www.readwn.com~ is as easy as breathing.

Sitting at the desk, after moving his fingers for a while, he struck the typewriter in front of him and began to transcribe the draft that he had prepared in his mind.

In the new office, he didn't plan to use his psychic tentacles to type for the time being—for hidden purposes, he wanted to make this "independent reporter's office", which will supply major newspapers in the future, feel a little more mundane...

And extending twelve esoteric fingers, once again challenging the typing speed limit of Dr. Cullen's typewriter?

For now, let's forget it...

"The first draft to be drawn up..."

It also comes from the information I heard last night - "brewery worker who died suddenly due to overtime".

"In recent years, the media has been trying to find ways to dig out the black material in the business field...

"This kind of news is very popular with newspapers.

"Of course I won't attack the 'big men' in Rockwell for the time being.

"However, these black-hearted companies like Donald Brewery...

"Sean Dickinson can still have a good time."

An independent reporter from Leon who upholds justice and journalism, Sean plans to use this person to haunt the world.

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