The view shifted to the other side.
"How do you all feel about the new poem I wrote?" Leonard, with his black hair, green eyes, and somewhat uninhibited appearance, asked his teammates.
"Hmm... it's much better than what you wrote before," Dunn, with his gray eyes and receding hairline, offered his teammate 'encouragement.'
"If it's not just a modified version of poems from textbooks, then it's actually not bad," the white-haired Xijia said concisely.
"It can't be that bad, can it? I wrote it very seriously. Rosanne, what do you think?" Leonard turned his gaze to Rosanne, the youngest person present.
Feeling the gazes from all around, the brown-haired girl hesitated and said, "Um... lying is not good, so Leonard, I'm sorry, your poem is indeed very..."
Upon hearing Rosanne's reply, Leonard's smile gradually stiffened.
"Actually, you don't need to rush into originality. You can read more works by others, like those poems by Emperor Rosell, which are quite good," Dunn said with a light chuckle, offering advice.
"Don't think about poetry. It's rare to have a leisurely lunch break; it should be spent on more meaningful things."
"Such as?"
"Such as thinking about how to publish my novel," Xijia replied.
"Your novel is also..." Leonard's expression was subtle.
"It's still better than your poetry," Xijia replied nonchalantly.
"Actually, you could also learn from Old Neil, find a reasonable excuse, um... for reimbursement," Leonard said with a smile, offering his suggestion.
"Like under the guise of promotion..."
"That does sound like something Old Neil would do," Xijia mused for a moment before speaking again:
"Luckily Old Neil isn't here today, otherwise he'd definitely say you... but when will my novel be published?" Xijia sighed.
"What's wrong, Captain?" The group was chatting and laughing, but then they noticed that Dunn, the Captain of the Nighthawks team, had suddenly become serious.
"I feel like the guests at the next table have been staring at us."
"Perhaps they're just curious about a group of police officers having a meal together?" Rosanne said.
Official Beyonder teams, including the Nighthawks, often present themselves as police officers to the public.
"Maybe, I didn't feel any malice," Dunn was also a bit uncertain.
"Of course, it's also possible they were attracted by Leonard's poem," Xijia said jokingly.
"Then he has pretty good taste," Leonard replied with a light chuckle, while also turning his head to look in Luo En's direction.
"I'm seen!" Seeing a police officer looking in his direction, Luo En quickly averted his gaze.
The police probably can't tell I'm a Transmigrator just by looking, right...? Luo En swallowed.
"Hello, sir."
"What!" Luo En was startled by the voice behind him.
"Your meal has arrived," the waiter walked over, holding a tray.
"Good... good," Luo En took the steak he ordered.
After finishing his food as naturally as possible and paying the bill, Luo En left the restaurant without looking back.
"Those police shouldn't have followed, right?"
"Bad luck today. My rare good mood is gone." Luo En quickened his pace, occasionally looking back, afraid that the police would follow.
In fairness, he had no reason to panic so much, but the Transmigration Guide said that the Officials of this world were hostile to Transmigrators and would eliminate them as heretics.
Luo En was somewhat curious about this.
Could it be that they really have a way to identify Transmigrators?
It's hard to say. This world even has supernatural powers, so it's not impossible for there to be a method to discern souls or memories... Luo En thought with some uncertainty.
At the same time, a question popped into Luo En's mind: Why are the Officials so hostile to Transmigrators?
First, rule out the Transmigration Guide's problem.
Could it be that previous Transmigrators offended too many people?
"Rosell!" This name popped into Luo En's mind.
From that guy's diary, it was clear he was very improper, and it would be normal for him to offend people with his philandering ways.
Also, Rosell's extensive reforms must have offended many people. In history, Rosell in his later years also offended the Church of Steam and Machinery and the Church of the Eternal Blazing Sun.
Offending both the secular and religious powers led to his assassination.
Could it be that Rosell went too far, causing the natives of this world to hate Transmigrators?
The more Luo En thought about it, the more excited he became. He felt he was very close to the truth.
Yes, that's right, it must be like this.
Rosell was too ostentatious and not at all low-key, lacking the unique 'cowardice'... ahem, the humble and tolerant qualities of us Chinese Transmigrators.
It must be because of him that we later Transmigrators are hated by the Official Churches.
That's right, it's all Rosell's fault!
"Why do I suddenly feel so much lighter?"
Luo En, who inexplicably placed the blame on Rosell, suddenly felt much more at ease.
He himself knew that his conjecture might not be correct.
But as the old saying goes, it's better to vent than to bottle things up. Instead of accumulating all the frustration in his heart, it's better to find an outlet to release it.
Since Emperor Rosell is so famous, he'll just have to bear the slight.
"If I meet other Transmigrators in the future, I can also counsel them this way."
"Old Rosell probably wouldn't mind, right?" Luo En mumbled to himself.
"But wouldn't it be bad to speak ill of others?"
"Forget it, anyway, Rosell has been dead for hundreds of years. He can't possibly crawl out of his tomb to teach me a lesson, right?" Luo En, having come to terms with it, felt relieved and temporarily pushed those bad feelings to the back of his mind.
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...
"The characters in this book are a bit unusual."
"It looks like a notebook."
After returning to the inn, Luo En took out the ancient book he had bought in Duijiao Alley and began to flip through it.
Contrary to expectations, the text inside the book was not common script.
"It's not Loenese, nor is it Forsac or Intis..."
Could it be mystical script...? Luo En carefully observed the characters in the notebook.
"It doesn't seem to be Hermes, but it's a bit similar. Could it really be mystical script?"
This gave Luo En a headache. Although he understood Hermes and knew a little about other mystical scripts, he wasn't a professional.
It was really difficult for him to decipher it alone. It was said to be a notebook from the Fourth Epoch, but he wasn't a history or archaeology student, so he had no way to start.
Luo En stood up and raised his hand to look at the pendulum he had just bought on his wrist.
"If this notebook is really related to mysticism, maybe I can try divining."
Luo En, who had always wanted to try divination himself, suddenly had an idea.
"If the divination succeeds, then I can also try divining about being hunted."
"If the divination fails, at least I'll know that divination isn't feasible, saving me from blindly believing in it in the future."
Although he had the thought that a good result meant destiny, and a bad result meant superstition, he still decided to give it a try first.
No sooner said than done... Luo En immediately tidied up his desk, then took off the blue crystal pendulum from his wrist.
His expression changed from excitement to calmness. He held the chain in his left hand, extending it so that the silver chain hung vertically above the notebook in front of him. The pure blue crystal was only a few centimeters away from the notebook.
"This book is an antique left from the Fourth Epoch."
This was Luo En's first question, wanting to confirm its value. Although he trusted his intuition as a Beyonder, considering the price of the book, he felt it was good to have an additional line of evidence.
After all, the book wasn't cheap.
After about ten seconds, the blue crystal inexplicably began to sway slightly, causing the silver chain to make small clockwise rotations.
"Hmm, not bad," Luo En nodded.
"I knew divination was reliable."
The result of the divination was consistent with his premonition. Unfortunately, the divination result couldn't be used as an appraisal report; a more formal appraisal report would be needed to sell it at a high price.
After a short rest, Luo En picked up the pendulum and asked his second question.
"The content of this book is related to mysticism."
Unlike the previous time, when there was a reaction within a few seconds, this time there was no reaction until Luo En's arm felt slightly sore.
"Strange?"
After about another 20 seconds, Luo En felt the silver chain in his hand stir.
"Meow!" A fierce cat's meow suddenly came from the washroom.
"Lachi, what's wrong!" Luo En quickly put down the pendulum and walked towards the washroom.
"Swish... swish... swish..."
Soon after Luo En left, the notebook on the table suddenly began to turn its pages by itself, rustling, even without any wind.