Madmen don't keep diaries

Chapter 311 310 Feather Pen

The few low-ranking guards could only utter a few words, but even those few words were enough to prove that the closure of Feiquan'ao this time was not normal.

Mike couldn't help with this either. Feng Xiuhu bid him farewell and returned to the upper town, storming into the dungeon.

The result was another unsuccessful attempt.

The guards on duty revealed to Feng Xiuhu that the officer who had been rotated back was executed that same day for blasphemy.

Unexpected, but reasonable.

If he really did inadvertently leak information, sending him on his way would indeed be the best solution.

On the way back, Feng Xiuhu's thoughts raced.

He bit his nails and muttered to himself, "The mist and the wind and rain are working together to catch the seven-colored scales. What help can the Divine Guard Army be? Are they just cannon fodder?"

He shook his head, dismissing the guess: "No, let alone getting close to the Seven-Colored Scales, a big wave would sink these tin cans to the bottom. They wouldn't be of any help, and it would be completely pointless."

"If they weren't helping to gang up on the Seven-Colored Scales, what else could the Divine Guard Army be doing?"

Feng Xiuhu's eyes lit up: "Fighting against the temple? That's right. The mist secretly sent the divine power aggregate without the wind and rain's knowledge. They must have other intentions—a classic case of the snipe and the clam fighting while a fisherman benefits, stabbing each other in the back?"

He then fell into another problem: "But what does closing the camp have to do with the temple? If it's really about fighting the temple, closing the camp is completely unnecessary. Making an abnormal move at this time would seem strange."

The thought process gradually became clear: "The closure of the camp was to cover up something, and this matter could not be discovered by the clerk. If the clerk knew, then the Great Xuan Army would know. So what they were actually wary of was the Great Xuan Army..."

Feng Xiuhu raised his eyes: "Does the Church intend to go to war with the Xuan Kingdom?"

This is too far off track, and Feng Xiuhu also realized that he had misunderstood—this result seems to have nothing to do with fighting the Seven-Colored Scales.

Shi said impatiently, "Why think so much? Just ask directly."

Feng Xiuhu retorted, "It's easy for you to talk when you're not the one suffering. How are you going to ask?"

He had considered using his Shadow Authority to infiltrate the camp, but the risks were simply too great.

This time was different from the last time he infiltrated the Zhenshuisi camp. Last time, he had a clear objective and only needed to sneak straight toward the warship. But this time was different.

The main force of the Divine Guard was stationed at Feiquan'ao. The camp was too large, and he had no idea where Shunzi was. Moreover, there were too many people and too many eyes and ears. More importantly, there was a commander named Doro, who was of the same rank as the archbishop, there.

Therefore, even though he had already entered the Divine Travel Realm, Feng Xiuhu was still not confident that he could find Shunzi before his magic power was exhausted.

But that's not what Shi meant: "Seek help from the owl, through a dream."

……

Dream Forest.

Feng Xiuhu asked Shi, "Where is she?"

"He's probably hiding again."

Shi looked around but couldn't find the owl.

Feng Xiuhu complained to him, "Who told you to beat her up last time? You practically pulled her butt bald."

He shouted to those around him, "Shadow Owl—come out! I won't hit you this time—"

The forest remained quiet, with shouts echoing through the woods.

Shi sneered, "What a waste of effort. She's not only timid, but also very petty."

With a loud bang, a tuft of feathers exploded on Shi's head, and the owl grabbed his hair and pecked fiercely at Shi's forehead: "You're the petty one! You're the petty one!"

Erosion frantically pulled her down and threw her out: "Isn't this just petty-minded? I only said one thing to you and you can't even stand it." The owl was furious and made a move to pounce and tear her apart again.

Feng Xiuhu quickly stepped between the two to stop them: "Let me say something fair, it is indeed wrong to abuse protected animals."

The owl proudly raised its head: "That makes some sense. So, what do you want from me?"

Feng Xiuhu rubbed his hands together: "I want you to send me a dream."

The owl immediately became alert: "Who is this dream for? A deity?"

Feng Xiuhu quickly denied it: "No, he's my younger brother, an ordinary person. I just wanted to say a few words to him."

The owl breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this, but she was still wary—after all, she wasn't sure which of the two people's words were true.

She looked into the distance and fluttered her wings.

Following his gaze, Feng Xiuhu saw a lush tree emitting hazy points of light that gradually dissipated. The points of light, trailing long tails, flew towards him and then converged in front of Feng Xiuhu.

In a short moment, the point of light materialized into a feather, which slowly drifted down.

Feng Xiuhu subconsciously took it in his hand and examined it. The feathers were as black as ink. Upon closer inspection, he noticed that there seemed to be tiny points of light flowing across them, like a dream.

"This is……?"

Feng Xiuhu was puzzled.

The owl replied, "This is a feather imbued with divine power. Use it to write a letter, and when you sleep, keep the letter on your person and think about the person you want to see. The letter will then appear in their dream."

Feng Xiuhu found it a bit troublesome: "Can't you just send me a message in my dream? It's just a matter of a few words anyway."

The owl sneered: "Dream on—well, it really is a dream. I mean, absolutely not. Who knows if you'll trick me into the dream of some true god? Anyway, I won't interfere in your affairs."

Since he needed their help, Feng Xiuhu couldn't press them any further. After all, having a way was better than having no way at all.

He thought for a moment, and to avoid any mishaps, he decided to ask clearly: "He received a letter in his dream, which means that the letter I wrote would reach him through his dream?"

The owl shook its head slightly: "Of course not. He can only see the contents of the letter you wrote in his dreams, but the physical letter is still in your own hands."

Feng Xiuhu frowned: "What should I do if he wants to reply to me?"

The owl rolled its eyes: "How stupid. A physical letter can't be delivered through dreams, but this feather can. It comes from the Dream Forest, so it's part of the dream itself—why don't you just put the feather in the envelope?"

Feng Xiuhu suddenly understood.

Without delay, Feng Xiuhu thanked the owl and decisively left the spirit realm.

He woke up in his bedroom and looked down to find a feather in his hand, exactly the same as the one he had seen in the Dream Forest.

Without further delay, Feng Xiuhu got up, sat down at his desk, found ink and letter paper, and began to write rapidly.

The letter detailed Feng Xiuhu's suspicions and speculations, as well as his inquiries and instructions to Shunzi.

In addition, Feng Xiuhu had considered everything very thoroughly, writing down how to use the quill pen and how to prove his identity at the end.

"Back then, Li the Leper left half a scar on your butt, and the other half is on mine."

As for how to make Shunzi believe that everything that happened in the dream was real, it's even simpler—when Shunzi wakes up from the dream and sees the quill pen in the real world, that's the best proof.

After doing all this, Feng Xiuhu found an envelope, carefully put the letter and quill pen inside, and then immediately lay back down on the bed, pressed the envelope against his chest with his hands folded, closed his eyes, and fell asleep.

(End of this chapter)