The good mood when he arrived at the port had completely disappeared. Houdini took a deep breath and wanted to crush the letter several times—but his eyes flickered for a long time. He gritted his teeth and resisted the impulse in his heart. Let the porters move things into the yard.
After everything was cleaned up and the courtyard became quiet again, Houdini sat alone on his favorite recliner, silently looking at the withered flowers in the courtyard that had been left unattended for several months, wondering what to think.
This place obviously has the most suitable temperature and sunshine, but he feels a little chills all over his body.
After a short rest, he got up a little tired, picked up his paper on biological mutations such as ayer sharks, changed into casual clothes, and walked to the submission office of the "Deep Blue" journal not far away.
I thought I would be busy for a long time, but I never wanted to be idle all at once. Houdini thought about submitting the paper first.
Rahiman's submissions can be mailed, or submitted directly to the door. Except for a few large-scale and high-impact journals, the offices of most magazines are integrated in the same area. Therefore, mages who live in Duriel City often choose to submit manuscripts directly at home, because when submitting manuscripts in this way, they will first get the opinions of the "recipients". The efficiency will be much higher.
Houdini wrote this paper because he really felt that this kind of mutation needed to be studied, not just for "scoring points". So he ignored the fatigue of the journey and came to this complex of buildings called "Thinking Pool".
All kinds of magazines, books and newspapers have set up offices here, and experts in various fields hide among them. Therefore, in this kind of place, even a magister will not be reckless. After Houdini passed through several alleys, I quickly found the submission office of "Dark Blue", and then respectfully handed in the paper.
The recipients of the manuscript were not the mages he was familiar with, and he was in a bad mood and didn't want to discuss any academic issues now, so he planned to turn around and leave. But the mage who got the paper raised his eyebrows and stopped him:
"Wait, you're Houdini? Brenka's Houdini? The one who returned today?"
"it's me."
Houdini turned around in doubt, thinking that the other party had some questions, but saw that the other party handed the paper back directly—
""Deep Blue" rejects your manuscript. Please return."
"What do you mean? Why?"
"There is no reason why a traitor would not be published in any of the sane journals of Rahiman."
Houdini was stunned by these words. He didn't understand what the other party meant by these words for a while, but soon his lips trembled from anger. However, he who wanted to say something was temporarily at a loss because of the other party's disgusted expression and disdainful gaze.
"Take it."
Seeing that Houdini didn't answer, the mage simply reached out and stuffed a stack of manuscripts into his hands, then returned to his work station, and continued to flip through the books as if nothing had happened.
In the end what happened
Houdini's breath stuck in his chest, making his face turn red and white. After walking out of the gate in a daze, he tried to cast spells three times in a row to directly burn the papers, but in the end he did not do such a thing—
For Laximan, after all, he has a sincere heart. Even though he received those accusations back then, even if the Brenka Academy no longer trusted him, Houdini still thought he had the opportunity to explain...
But now, he suddenly realized a problem: Even people who have nothing to do with him have such a big prejudice and estrangement. What happened in it, I'm afraid it can't be explained clearly in a few words.
Who is one's own enemy? Houdini hadn't figured it out yet.
What the hell did they do? Houdini didn't know.
What to do next
Houdini understood that this was the question he should think about now.
Brenka Academy, who was supposed to be the "backer", was selectively deaf, and he was completely not interested in sticking a cold face to a hot ass, so after standing in the alley for a few minutes, he took a deep breath and walked towards the usual road. The "Nable Block" used to receive foreign ambassadors.
At times like this...just ask Roddy.
He thought so in his heart, because the distance was not far, he entered this lively area within a few minutes of walking. But the chaotic scene around him made him a little surprised: it is usually deserted here, why are there so many people living here suddenly
Generally speaking, foreign businessmen will not bring caravans to stay here, because the hotels here are beautifully furnished and expensive, and only those small countries around Rahiman will be invited by the parliament to live here—that is, to come The people who live here are all "guests" who are paid by the council to treat them to live here. But now looking around, Houdini immediately recognized the unique costumes and carriages of the five surrounding countries passing by...
Houdini instinctively realized that something was wrong, he quickly stopped the pedestrians on the side of the road and asked a few words, only then did he know that the "Crown of Late Autumn" event was held earlier, and it will be held half a month later!
By now, he immediately understood what was going on—as a Rahiman, he naturally understood the idea of the upper echelon using activities to show off the country's prestige, but...why no one mentioned this kind of thing to him from the beginning to the end
Obviously, this attitude has already explained the Rahiman Council's opinion of him.
Houdini felt that the bustling envoys from all over the world looked like a big joke!
For Rahiman, he has always had naive expectations. He once imagined that when he returned home with honor, everyone would understand his difficulties and recognize his contribution to the country.
However, when he actually stood on this land, he suddenly realized that the reality was so cold: No matter how hard he tried as a little "researcher", he was no match for a few words from the core members of the university.
Houdini took two steps back dejectedly, and sat weakly on the edge of the flower bed. At this moment, the grief was greater than the heart's death, and he stretched out his hand to cover his haggard face, but after rubbing it hard a few times, the old man with reddish eye circles stood up again—the slightly squinted eyes were no longer easy-going as before, but more A bit of coldness that has never been seen before. He looked at the hotel on this street and found that there was no trace of Rody's team. Thinking of the parliament's attitude towards him, Houdini's face became even more gloomy.
As a "prophecy" mage, he didn't worry about finding someone. After drawing out his wand and casting the spell, the result of the spell made him sigh inexplicably—
"If you want to bully, just bully an old bone like me. But you shouldn't have to provoke him..."
"This is really getting into big trouble."