Olivia, wearing a brown plaid beret, poured hot coffee into Sean's mug.

In order not to attract attention, she has changed her silver hair into a reddish brown. The soft and bright hair is slightly curled at the end, which complements her delicate and lovely face. A black turtleneck sweater, paired with a tartan skirt matching the hat, looks quite like an assistant...

"Thank you, Ollie." With Ms. Wind Chime by his side, Sean felt very at ease.

Da Vinci's proudest masterpiece smiled slightly, stepped back and continued to work on some assigned matters.

At this time, Sean had already decided in his mind the direction of the first manuscript.

In order to be able to write this manuscript, he needs to go out and do some visits. However, it was approaching noon now, so he decided to have lunch before going out.

Sean took out the aluminum lunch box and opened it to find three neatly arranged fried chicken leg sandwiches.

The tender chicken is fried to a golden brown, the green of the vegetables, the red of the tomato, and the white of the onion look mouth-watering.

"Even the bread has been baked..." Sean raised his eyebrows in relief, "Aaliyah is really careful."

He hummed softly, picked up the first sandwich with his left hand, and read the "Weekly Traveler" with his right hand.

Soon, he saw a message in the current affairs section that he was very interested in—

"The Newlander Court's special investigation of Ocean City has come to an end.

"It is confirmed that the vicious incident was planned and implemented by the previous mayor, Fuller Verne.

"Verne has been confirmed dead, and the Divine Court has temporarily canceled the plan to launch a military strike against Ocean City."

The thing that Sean had been worried about for a while didn't happen—

After Kruvitan successfully completed the "Son of the Great Dream" plan, Ocean City, the "hotbed of incubation" for the recovery of evil gods, will no longer be attacked by the gods.

This is also in line with Tesler's previous expectations. The Kluvitans were gone, and Verne was already dead. It was obviously meaningless to attack an underwater city with a submarine guard.

Putting the last piece of the first sandwich into his mouth, Sean moved his thumb away from the edge of the report, and the faint spiritual vision that had been turned on saw a small purple glowing " The Eye of Mystery" sign.

This means that for this report, there is still "in-depth content" for people in the exploration industry to watch.

And to see this part of the content, you need a corresponding level of soul body, and you can watch it with the Spirit Vision fully turned on.

"Traveler Weekly" is one of the properties of the Mystery Explorers Association. The surface content of this newspaper is similar to that of the same type, but the in-depth content can only be seen by the Mystery Explorers.

In order to ensure that the confidential information circulated in the industry will not cause panic, in-depth reports are printed in a special way and can only be browsed by explorers.

There is a blue eye of quest next to the title, which means that the in-depth report of this article can be viewed at the Jack level; the purple eye of quest can only be viewed at the Queen level.

Sean shook the newspaper and easily opened his eyesight.

The world in view changes.

At this moment, the New Testament reporter can not only see the spirit crumbs floating aimlessly in the air due to various soul behaviors, but also some soul traces left in this room before appear like stains.

The traces of this office are fairly normal—it means that there have been no vendettas, evil rituals, or haunting ghosts that may cause hauntings.

As for the report just now, the words and sentences printed with conventional ink have disappeared, and the lines of words glowing with purple shimmer, floating out like fluorescent fish hidden under the water.

"Sarah Nash, who is directly under the Saints of the Holy Court and a senior field officer of the Holy Court Investigation Bureau, has been confirmed missing in Ocean City."

"The 58-year-old 'sculptor' went to the underwater city in order to track down the illegal activities of a banned organization."

"This matter should be related to the evil god's recovery incident.

"The Divine Court requests members of the association who go to Ocean City or any related area to assist in the search for Sarah Nash's whereabouts, and those who provide valuable information will be rewarded by the Divine Court.

Gu Yu "But please pay attention to mysteries: Do not inquire or pursue Sarah Nash's mission-related information."

After exiting the Spirit Vision state, Sean folded the newspaper and put it on the table.

"There is no doubt that when Kruvitan was completed, Milton killed him, making Sarah Nash the first victim of the Church of Salvation when Kruvitan was revived...

"Ocean City is temporarily safe. Nicola Tesler can continue to decontaminate local residents with peace of mind.

"And the crackdown on Kruvitan's beliefs in the country will also maintain high pressure."

Under the guise of the modern gods, the old master who controls the power of dreams, who once again conquered cities and territories in people's hearts, has not set off too terrifying a wave in the world for the time being...

It's just a "small fight" to use dreams to give birth to some crazy believers who are stained with deep sea dream green.

It's not a monstrous fire, more like a smoldering earth fire.

Sean, whose status is still limited, doesn't know what Kluvitan is planning.

He can only keep his head down, try not to involve himself in that level of struggle, and before the inevitable storm...

Run everything.

Letting out a breath, he pulled his mind away from the overly large and wild narrative, and Sean continued to enjoy his lunch.

After finishing the sandwiches and coffee in the cup, Sean lay down on the sofa and took a nap—the clone Shawshank was safely on standby in the unknown spiritual world.

Opening his eyes again, raising his wrist to look at his watch, Sean tidied his appearance in the bathroom, walked to the door, picked up his hat and coat, and walked out of the office...

He drove to the vicinity of the "Donald Brewery" in the lower city. As an independent reporter, he interviewed many workers who stayed in nearby coffee shops or pubs during work breaks.

As Sean who has a "function", a few greetings, or a glass of wheat beer, can open up the chatterbox of those simple workers...

He easily obtained some information he wanted, and rushed back to his office before the sun set.

"Interview" may be difficult for new entrants.

But for him, it was as easy as breathing.

After sitting at the desk and flexing his fingers, he knocked on the typewriter in front of him and began to write the manuscript he had drawn up in his mind.

In the new office, he has no plans to use the psychic tentacles to type for the time being—for hidden purposes, he wants this "independent reporter's office" that will provide articles for major newspapers in the future to have a more mundane feel...

And the extension of twelve psychic fingers~lightnovelpub.net~ once again challenged the typing speed limit of Dr. Cullen's brand typewriter?

Forget it for now...

"The first manuscript to be drafted..."

It also comes from the information I heard last night—"Brewery Worker Died Suddenly Due to Overtime Work".

"In recent years, the media has been trying to find ways to dig out black material in the business field...

"This kind of news is very popular with newspapers.

"Of course I won't attack those 'big shots' at Rockwell for the time being.

"However, black-hearted enterprises like Donald Brewery...

"Sean Dickinson can still have a good time."

An independent reporter of Leon who upholds justice and journalistic justice, Sean intends to use this person to haunt the world.