"The Night Raven Family, the inescapable mist, Merlin's oil paintings..."
Everything in the story shattered into fragments, becoming clues in reality that seeped into Tang Qi's mind, piece by piece.
A ravenous thirst for knowledge stirred his heated blood, forcing the heart in his chest to pound and pound.
In truth, Tang Qi only knew the novel's outline. He had never had enough time to read this masterpiece, once a bestseller in Dragon Gold City, in depth.
But he could almost draw a conclusion:
Could Home of Mist be a factual account rather than a classic novel?
Staring at the name "Merlin," he recalled the painter with the enormous frizzy hair who had once worked alongside him, then quickly shook his head.
Perhaps they just shared a name?
"What exactly did you find?"
Seeing Tang Qi hesitate, Arthur stepped forward, afraid some ghost had possessed him—
That was a common occurrence in undead territory.
"I found the setting of a literary classic."
That was all Tang Qi could say. He pointed at Fide.
"Assuming this isn't an illusion—after all, they really did knock the gold off that chair and sell it."
If the chair was real, perhaps he could rule out the possibility that everything before him was a deceptive illusion conjured by the mist.
At that thought, Tang Qi sighed.
"If I'd known something like this would happen, I would've asked Lame Pigeon to contact Ms. Mary Sue back then. I should at least have learned more about her. It would've made today's exploration easier."
At this point, hindsight was useless.
No matter how Mary Sue had discovered this castle's history and turned it into a novel that sold across the continent, he intended to thoroughly explore the Night Raven Family's former residence.
He wanted to know who had