In Sumeru, pretend to be a scholar

It seems the commotion from last night won't be forgotten so easily, and Villette hasn't offered any explanation for the matter.

However, Wang Yan didn't care. Could they possibly trace it back to him?

Even if they find out, he can just expose Vilée, and they can both go to jail together.

Hmm... wait a minute, what if Villette attacks public officials after saying that? He shouldn't be that insidious, right?

Wang Yan arrived at the Wayne Gore soon after he had been muttering to himself all the way.

As soon as they boarded the ship, they encountered Fu Ningna and the others, who seemed to be packing their things and preparing to leave.

"Good morning, are you getting ready to leave?" Wang Yan greeted them.

"Good morning, Director Wang Yan. We're about to change scenes and shoot the last one," Fu Ningna replied with a smile.

"Oh, well then, I wish you all the best." Wang Yan nodded, then paused for a moment before continuing, "By the way, my film will be released on July 8th. If you have time, you're welcome to come and watch it."

Fu Ningna and the others were very accommodating and agreed with smiles.

Only Columbia walked up to Wang Yan, tilted her head, and asked, "Are you alright?"

"What?" Wang Yan was stunned for a moment.

Colombia: "There was a lot of noise last night."

"Ah...you saw it too?" Wang Yan's smile remained unchanged as he shook his head. "It's nothing, I'll be fully recovered after a night's rest."

"That's good. Do you need me to help you beat him up?" The little pigeon said something remarkable in a very calm tone.

She truly considers Wang Yan a friend, so if her friend is in trouble, Little Pigeon definitely has to lend a hand! ( )

Wang Yan quickly shook his head: "No, it's alright now."

“Oh… okay then.” Columbia nodded.

"Miss Columbia, it's time for us to set off."

On the other side, Furna, who was already preparing to disembark, shouted.

"Okay, I'm coming," Columbia replied, then said to Wang Yan, "I'm leaving, bye-bye."

"OK Bye Bye."

Wang Yan waved goodbye.

After watching the "Homecoming" crew leave, Wang Yan entered the cabin.

...

As soon as I entered the cabin, I heard Paimon complaining about Sitaleie.

"But then you started talking nonsense..."

"He scolded his grandson for half an hour, complained about the mystery maker's work for half an hour, shared light novels for an hour... and then talked bad about Wang Yan for over ten minutes... and... uh, I think I fell asleep afterwards..."

"What bad things did you say about me?"

Wang Yan walked behind the group and spoke.

"Oh, oh!" Paimon was startled.

Ying turned around and waved: "You're here."

"Cough cough, Grandma, I'm sure I didn't say anything bad, it was Paimon who was talking nonsense." Cecilia didn't dare to look Wang Yan in the eye.

Paimon looked at Sittrali in shock and disbelief. She had actually wronged a Paimon!

“Sydary clearly said it was all Wang Yan’s fault for dragging you drinking, which led to you being in front of the camera… Waaah…”

Paimon's mouth was covered by Sitrali.

Amidst their playful banter, not far away, Sandoni poked his head out and asked, "Have they left?"

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"The film crew had already left when I came down," Wang Yan replied.

"That's good." Sandone emerged from the corner, looking somewhat furtive like a cat.

Paimon was puzzled: "Now that you've solved your problem, why don't you go see Columbia?"

“I…I want to finish dealing with this mess before I see her. Besides, this is such a good opportunity to give her a scare, I definitely need to plan it out carefully!” Sandoni said hesitantly.

The problem is that we weren't prepared.

I don't know how to face Colombia.

Would it scare her if I suddenly came back to life?

Will she still be with me? Will I feel uncomfortable?

The kitten is worried.

“Let’s not talk about that. Have you found the location of that filthy aggregate?” Sandonne asked Sitraly.

Cetalli raised her head: "Of course, Grandma Obsidian, if I say I can do it, I can do it."

She took out a piece of paper, which seemed to have coordinates recorded on it.

“Thank you for your hard work, let me see…” Sandonne took it and glanced at it. “Mortaire district… Hmm? Isn’t this a Gestalt? So, is it really the place where one’s soul was cut that harbors the deepest resentment? Or is it resentment towards the ‘Narcissistic Cross’…”

Wang Yan came over, glanced at it, and nodded: "That's normal. These kinds of vengeful spirits are most likely to become earthbound spirits. Even if the water veins of the Maple Pill give them room to move around, they will stay in the place where they died, which is very much in line with the characteristics of vengeful spirits."

"That sounds really scary," Paimon whispered.

She is genuinely afraid of ghosts.

“I’ll go with you. The location where this thing appears isn’t actually very fixed. If it’s not there, I can summon it using some kind of ritual. After all, none of you seem to know any soul-related magic,” Sitaleie said.

Sandoni was somewhat surprised: "Really? But this matter has already caused you a lot of trouble..."

"Don't mention it. This old man is just sitting around doing nothing. Helping a young man summon a spirit won't tire me out," Sitale said calmly.

However, as she spoke, her gaze was slightly turned toward Ying, clearly indicating that she was thinking about something else.

Wang Yan guessed that they were probably saying that if she didn't go, Ying and Sandoni might talk about something she couldn't understand.

Sandonne, of course, had no idea what Sitraly was thinking, and simply assumed that she was helping out: "Alright, then thank you for your trouble. Thank you."

"In that case, let's not delay and set off quickly so we can get it done sooner."

Wang Yan said.

……

The group soon arrived at the Mortaire district and entered the Gestalt.

The tower, which embodies the wisdom of the Narcissistic Cross, was completely submerged inside.

Wang Yan looked around and found that many books had been soaked and ruined, which made him feel a little regretful.

Although it's just a collection in one tower, the knowledge contained in the books here is in no way inferior to that of the entire city of Skopje.

pity.

Reality is reality, and it's different from games. Most books are not waterproof.

“There should be some waterproofing devices left behind by Alan and his men here.”

Sandonne looked around and then told Ying the locations of several agencies.

Ying didn't waste any time and had a very good working spirit; he went straight to work.

Not long after.

The entire tower trembled slightly, and the water surface swayed in response.

Wang Yan could feel the water beneath his feet beginning to flow, rushing towards one of the tower's exits.

Soon, the water inside the Gestalt was drained.

"It's done." Sandoni breathed a sigh of relief. "This drainage system, after all these years, is still usable; its quality is truly excellent."

Wang Yan did not respond.

He squatted down and picked up a book from the pile of books next to him.

The book cover was so soaked that its original color was no longer visible, and the pages were stuck together in a ball, making it obviously unreadable.

Wang Yan picked up another book next to her, a slightly thicker one, whose cover was still barely intact.

He turned to the first page, but the writing was completely blurred, with only smudges of ink remaining on the page, making it impossible to discern what was originally written.

He put the book back, then picked up another one, and got the same result.

"Hey……"

Wang Yan sighed and put the rotten book back on the bookshelf.

Although I had expected it, I still felt it was a pity when I actually picked it up and looked through it.

These books contain countless research findings from the Narcissistic Cross, the knowledge and notes of that brilliant era, but they've all become useless after being submerged in water for countless years.

Although he wasn't a collector of ancient books, as a scholar, he still felt uneasy seeing knowledge disappear like that.

"Stop looking." Sandoni probably noticed his expression. "Even without being soaked in water, after several hundred years, it'll be about the same."

"Hmm." Wang Yan nodded, patting the scraps of paper off his hands. "What a pity."

“Let’s go, to the Gestalt room,” Sandonne said, leading the way toward the center of the Gestalt.

Wang Yan and the others followed.

The so-called format space is a space built on a giant gear.

Although René ultimately used the Gestalt, Alain also contributed to its construction.

Therefore, Gestalt contains a large number of gears.

Upon entering the room, Cetalli walked to the center and looked at Sandonne: "Ready?"

Sandonne nodded: "Yes. I'll try to communicate with them first."

Wang Yan shook his head from the side: "Wraiths are difficult to communicate with, let alone an aggregate of vengeful spirits."

“So, if communication fails, it could very well escalate into war,” Sandoni nodded.

Paimon immediately said, "If the worst happens, I'll find a place to hide."

Sandonne nodded, glanced around, and said, "Don't interfere, trust me!"

腥思娂婞c头.

Seeing that everyone had agreed, Sitaleie took a deep breath and said, "Alright, everyone be quiet."

She turned around, closed her eyes, and made a fist with her hands clasped together.

“…Wandering souls adrift with the tides, I call to you. Scattered, abandoned, and forced into silence, return following the scent of the past.”

A huge blue-purple cross appeared at Cecilia's feet, its emblem extending to the center of the square.

"...Let nameless resentment recognize each other, let forbidden evils attract each other, and here, recombine and take shape anew!"

As the pile of stones gathered, the chariot beneath Sylvia's feet gradually disappeared.

However, Xing Siting Changying U could not discern the progress of her surgery.

Sandoni rubbed his forehead slightly: "That's why I can't handle these magic spells and such. I have no idea what stage the algorithm is at, and I can't understand the logic of the spells."

Ying & Paimon: "What happened?"

Only Wang Yan, looking around, vaguely sensed something coming from the converging water veins.

"Watch out!" Sittraly suddenly warned.

The next instant, a huge red water spirit appeared behind Sandone, looking ready to attack.

Sandonne turned to face the monster, his eyes showing no fear: "I am Maple's 'Miracle Lord,' a descendant of Alan Gijodan. I have a way to restore you to your original state, to return you to the ley lines. All you need is a little cooperation..."

Sandonne could only finish his sentence before he couldn't continue.

It wasn't that she didn't want to talk anymore; it was that the filthy aggregate wasn't listening at all.

Its scarlet eyes were fixed on Sandone, and the red viscous substance on its body surface churned violently, like a pot of boiling blood.