Chapter Thirty-Five: Fragile and Filthy

  When he saw Ayster, Marlon took a cold breath, because he finally understood how abnormal the "stupid and stupid" that Master Lich Druid said was.

  Because in Ma Long's eyes, which were almost completely dull from his youth as a cow-headed boy, he saw endless - confusion and despair!

  "Ai Si Te, you... don't scare me!"

  He walked up to the young Minotaur and raised his hand in front of him, shaking it back and forth twice.

  The dull-eyed Minotaur boy gave Malong a unique reaction... no reaction at all.

  Then Ma Long tried in various ways to talk to the dull and silent cow-headed boy, but the result was still the same.

  After trying every means, Ma Long could only accompany the Cow-headed youth, standing face to face for a long time, and then reluctantly sighed and went out.

  "Old Kang, what's wrong with Aister?"

  Out of the door, Ma Long went straight to find Lizard Drew Master. He really couldn't accept that less than a month ago, the cow-headed boy Aister, who had once laughed and warmed his heart in front of him, suddenly became like this.

  "This poor little guy, closed the door of his soul and shut the window of his soul." This time, Master Druid finally said everything: "How many things that made his heart completely unacceptable did he witness with his own eyes on the night before last?"

  Because it can't be accepted, so choose to close the channel of external communication, locking the fragile mind in desolation, darkness and despair.

  "Lao Kang, what should be done to make Aisite recover?"

  In Ma Long's heart, a strong sense of guilt emerged, because he was very clear that the Niu Tou Ren boy became what he is now, and his influence had an extremely great relationship with it.

  "Ah——" Master Liruid's rare sigh was followed by a pat on Marlon's not-so-broad shoulder: "Find someone to take good care of this poor little guy, and then you spend some more time talking to him every day. Or, go find out if this kid has a crush on anyone, the only thing that can easily dispel the harsh winter of the soul is the spring breeze from another heart..."

  The spiritual world of mortals is something that even gods cannot fully control, the most resilient mortal heart can even resist divine grace, Conchita - Bobowerm is just a Lich Druid master.

  After some thought, Master Lichdrake added: "Perhaps the spiritual talent you possess will also be of help in healing the mental trauma of that poor little guy."

  "I understand now, thank you for your guidance, Old Kang."

  Ma Long nodded repeatedly and thanked Master Lüdru.

  "If you really want to thank me, then quickly recite everything recorded in 'The Book of Eli'."

  Lizard Druid Master waved his hand, without any intention of taking credit, and casually mentioned "The Book of Eli".

  "This... Old Kang, for a while, it's really not possible to retell all of them. The records in "The Book of Eli" are not just the "Shan Hai Jing" part, but also dozens of other parts! Ma Long began counting on his fingers: "Old Kang, look, there are records of the history of dynasties rising and falling, such as 'Spring and Autumn', 'Historical Records', 'Han Shu', 'Later Han Shu', 'Three Kingdoms'... a total of more than 20 books; then there are stories based on certain historical figures, such as 'The Investiture of the Gods', 'Journey to the West', 'The Romance of the Three Kingdoms', 'The Legend of Yue Fei', 'Water Margin', 'Jin Ping Mei'... these add up to at least 20-30 books. If translated into Luo Ling script, the total number of words would be close to 70-80 million or even 100 million! So, even if I work hard, it's still not possible to get them all out in a short period of time."

  "You...!" Master Druid Llewellyn's eyes widened in incredulity: "You're not pulling my leg?"

  "I can swear to the gods of Quin that from now on, I can produce 10,000 words a day, and if time permits, 15,000 words is also possible." Malong replied without any pressure, but after a pause, he added: "However, during this period, I may have to go around to raise funds for the construction of the film city, so it's possible that I can only manage to produce 10,000 words a day at most."

  The wide-mouthed Druid Master Lizard didn't speak anymore.

  Then, after being silent for almost a minute, Master Druid Lich suddenly jumped up without warning.

  "Malong, my friend, there are almost 100,000 gold coins left in this space bag! Consider it a loan from me or the original stock you mentioned, whichever you prefer! You can return them to me whenever you want, no rush!"

  The excited Llewellyn Druid master stuffed the space bag full of gold coins directly into Marlon's arms: "Marlon, my friend, my only requirement is that you dictate 20,000 words every day!"

  What else could Ma Long say? He reluctantly accepted the investment of Lü Zhendong, the master of Lüjia Druid, and promised to meet his requirements.

  After finishing his conversation with Master Druid Lirien, and promising to start this afternoon, Marlon quickly went to find Musa-Meyn.

  According to Lizard's words, Aister should have "witnessed many things that his soul could not accept", so he closed the window of his soul and became a stupid and numb appearance with no reaction to the outside world.

  So, for Ma Long, the only way to understand the cause and effect is through the crystal ball that was transformed into a "plane projection fragment" by Musa-Mein.

  Just as Ma Long pushed open the door to the room that still belonged to Old Saint Warrior's single dormitory, which was still occupied by Musa-Meinai, he found Musa-Meinai looking at a pile of shattered crystal glass fragments with a look of regret on his face... That crystal ball!

  "What's going on?"

  Surprised Malong asked.

  "I don't know, it suddenly fell to the ground without warning, just like... " Musa-Mayn frowned, pointing at the crystal ball holder that should have been extremely secure: "Just like an invisible hand gave it a heavy push!"

  Looking at the crystal ball fragments shattered into at least dozens of pieces on the ground, and then looking at the sturdy crystal ball card slot, Malong almost instantly thought of that possibility - destroying evidence!

  This made Ma Long involuntarily feel a surge of anger, but immediately his angry mood turned into relief - because what was destroyed was only evidence, not people!

  So after a moment of silence, Ma Long slowly said: "Musa, try to see if you can fix it. If not, then forget it."

  After finishing speaking, Ma Long left the scene of the case and went out to find Police Chief Bernard.

  A sudden slave uprising has left the current Sheriff Bernard busy, as the slum area also suffered heavy losses on the night of the riot due to its extremely poor security.

  These past two days, just registering the residents' losses has taken up so much of Sheriff Bernard's time that he hasn't even had a chance to go home for meals.

  Chief Bernard was too busy to rebuild the small villa that had been looted and burned down in the riot - as it happens, this matter has a lot to do with Marlon, who is a young nouveau riche who rose like a comet and has always lived in Chief Bernard's house.

  So, with the lovely little fox girl Amy, Ma Long made a special trip to the police station and his first words to Chief Bernard were: "Uncle Bernard, I want to find someone to rebuild a big house next to the orphanage."

  "What does that mean?" Inspector Barnard's eyes widened in suspicion, his bloodshot eyes staring at him: "Don't tell me you're thinking of living apart!"

  "How is that possible!" Ma Long hastily explained: "My intention was, our family's house on White Oak Street wasn't destroyed, right? Now there are more and more people at home, the original house can only be rebuilt with limited rooms. I think it's not worth rebuilding a small villa on the same site, so I thought why not start from scratch and build a bigger house next to the orphanage..."

  "Hmm, that's more like it!" After listening to Ma Long's explanation, Chief Bernard's face finally eased up, and then he made a decision with a big wave of his hand: "The matter of building the house is now in your hands!"

  "Don't worry, I guarantee to complete the task!" Ma Long hastily accepted the task.

  Pulling Little Fox Girl Amy to turn around and wanting to slip away, Ma Long was stopped again by Police Chief Bernard. The police chief looked around and lowered his voice to reveal some internal information to Ma Long.

  "You stinky brat, do you know? That old devil Gavriel Raelin, who runs the publishing house, was assassinated with a forbidden soul-splitting bullet! This time, not even resurrection magic can bring him back to life! You little scoundrel, hurry back and find some time for me to study that Valtor's Mind Scroll or whatever it is! Keep writing your nonsense too! Just don't get mixed up in these filthy politics you're not qualified to play!"