Chapter 46

In a dimly lit room, all the doors and windows are tightly closed, leaving no gaps. It can be said that you can't see your fingers when you stay inside. The silence of the dark suddenly out of the difficult singing sound, each tone in the ordinary people listen to all seem strange, whether with the tongue or throat can not imitate this strange singing.

A thumb sized crystal emits a soft halo. Inside the crystal, you can see a strange white creature beating. It runs towards the outside of the crystal and grows bigger and bigger until you can see the outline of its whole body. It's a snow-white Unicorn with no mottled or defective hair. It emits a milky halo, The unicorn leaped out of the crystal with a long chant and walked in the small dark room.

If this dream scene is put outside, it will certainly arouse the audience's exclamation.

Kenneth Randolph, who controls all this, stares at every detail of the unicorn's body and says something. However, in the dim light of the crystal, he can see the sweat on his forehead. His breath suddenly stops. Before the unicorn appears for a few seconds, the light becomes dim. It leaves a wisp of residual light in ignorance and then hides and darkens again.

Kenneth took a long breath, put down the stick in his hand, helped the chair beside him to sit down, wiped the sweat from his forehead with his long sleeves, shook his head and sighed: "in order to get a better effect, we have considered the light operation of the magic, and the quality of the crystal is OK. This time, we also used the light dust as the auxiliary casting material, The failure can only be attributed to the fatal flaw of the spell itself. "

He pointed towards the void with a stick in his hand. The light in the room was turned on by invisible force. Kenneth was staring at his thin and trembling hands. His face gradually turned from complicated to gray. This time, the casting cost him several months' salary for Brenda theater company. With one year's savings, he bought a lot of casting materials, but still failed. How many experiments do he have in his remaining time.

He is a mage who focuses on the magic department. In the magic field, he has reached the end. In the magic department he is proficient in, he wants to leave his own name. Over the years, he has only one purpose in Brenda theater company to create magic that can make his name remembered by later generations.

Kenneth got up and left the dark room. When he went back to the prophouse, he met an employee of the theater company. He called Kenneth and observed his face carefully. He said: "Mr. Randolph, a Mr. Harvey Adrian, made an appointment to meet you at 2 p.m. I had put it off, but he said you were his friend."

"Adrian..." Kenneth mumbled the name, looked better, nodded and said nothing.

When the staff looked at his thin and bleak figure, their eyes showed a trace of sympathy. Kenneth was a famous strange temper in the drama company, and seldom contacted with other people. Most of the members of the drama company even knew that he was a caster, but did not know his name. Kenneth had no friends or family. When he died, he had no family, Who will shed tears for the poor old man.

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"Harvey, did you really write this novel? Are you not going to replace it with someone else? " In the foyer of the theater, Jared, Harvey Adrian's friend, lay on the sofa and scanned Harvey back and forth with suspicious eyes. He was also rummaging through the count of Monte Cristo to compare the gap between the two. If Jared wanted to say that among the people he knew, he had nothing to do with literature, The first thought in his mind must be Harvey Adrian.

Now the young aristocratic romantic "count of Monte Cristo" was written by Harvey Adrian. Jared would rather believe that the roast suckling pig he just ate yesterday could speak. Harvey did not succeed in visiting Kenneth. He came to find his friend. He seems to be watching count of Monte Cristo. Last time when we saw the play together, Harvey told him the title of his novel.

Harvey sat on the sofa, poured himself a glass of milk, shrugged his shoulders and explained, "Jared, I'm not you. I was so poor that I couldn't even eat before. How could I have spare money to hire a ghostwriter. Because of the lack of money, I just met the advertisement from Leonard press and planned to have a try. The result was unexpected. "

"If other people knew that you were the author of count of Monte Cristo, they would be crazy. Who would have thought that Harvey Adrian had written a novel. I can't believe you have the gift of storytelling. I didn't like to watch these things before, but now I feel it's still interesting. Tell me the end, what will happen to the count who has won the treasure. " Jared said that they were naturally Harvey Adrian's friends. Now Harvey has not contacted them. If Jared didn't come to the door on his own initiative, even Jared would have been ignored by him.

"Who knows, I didn't think of a good ending myself." Harvey laughs, and the ending of the novel is one of the most boring things.

Jared felt his chin and guessed, "if I say it's going to be with Haide, she's really beautiful, young and energetic."

"I like Meredith more personally."

"Oh, now I believe it's a novel you wrote. This woman has the same taste as you. You like these flirtatious old women." Jared opened his hand and jokingly put down the count of Monte Cristo. He looked at the ceiling and said, "Harvey, you know I can't help you with this, and I won't help you."

Harvey didn't mind answering, "I'm here just to find Mr. Randolph."

"That's good, but the count of Monte Cristo doesn't need my help now. Now many ladies are talking about your book. They'll just hold a signing party. They'll be crazy for you. Well, I said, "Harvey, have you changed a lot?" Jared scratched his head, lay up and looked back at Harvey several times. Now Harvey's bearing is quite different from before. Although he is not very handsome, a stop on the street is definitely a very attractive type.

"A lot of people say that. As for the signing party, I might as well stay at home and finish the count of Monte Cristo."

"I really don't understand you. Such a big change has taken place in a period of time. When you write a work like the count of Monte Cristo, you can put your energy into strange magic."

When Harvey saw that the clock on the wall was close to 2 p.m., he got up and said goodbye to Jared.

He wanted to visit the caster who had helped him. Kenneth Randolph was the only one in Elroy who could communicate with him about magic.

Ever since he stepped into the threshold of the caster, Harvey found that the gadgets in the magic prop house could not satisfy him. The low-level magic book had no significance to study. The magic gadgets with strange functions were actually worthless. Even the basic magic wands were not sold in the merchandise.