Chapter 650 The Real Writer
"It's me."
When Angel saw Fors Wall, the "magician" lady of the Tarot Club showed a look of surprise on her face, but she was not very surprised. She knew that she had not yet recognized her as the "Queen" and her memory was still stuck in Audrey's occult salon.
In other words, here, I am still Miss "Fortune Teller" Irene... She emphasized this to herself in her heart.
Before the steam train departed, Angel saw this young lady from the window. She was ostensibly a bestselling author, but secretly an Beyonder of the Apprentice Path, and in reality a follower of the Fool and a non-staff member of the Abraham Family. He noticed that she and he were in the same carriage, so when the train smoothly drove out of Backlund, he decisively paid her a visit, wanting to find out whether this was a coincidence or intentional.
After expressing her desire to come in and sit down, Fors generously made way for her, and the two of them sat down at the coffee table in the corner of the box.
Of course, there were no servants to serve them here, so they could only pour their own coffee and start chatting amidst the aroma of coffee oil.
When meeting this Tarot Club member "offline", Angel found that the other party was not as reserved and humble as he was during the meeting, but was generous and humorous in conversation, just like in a mystical salon.
This might be due to the disparity in status and strength. After all, in the Tarot Club, although Miss Magician had been a member for quite some time, she had just become a Mid-Sequence Beyonder, significantly lagging behind the other members. But in the "outside world," a Mid-Sequence Beyonder who also possessed a magical item like "Lemano's Travel Notes" was truly something to be proud of...
Angel thought about it, exchanged a few pleasantries, and quickly got to the point:
"Ms. Fors," she continued, using the address they'd received during their time at the Mystic Salon, bringing them closer. "Are you going to Feynaport City, or are you transiting there and heading to Lenburg or another country?"
Fors subconsciously glanced at the manuscript on the table not far away and replied:
"My destination is Trier, the capital of Intis. Several publishers have taken a fancy to my novel published in Loen and want to buy the Intis publishing rights. After several rounds of correspondence, they invited me to discuss the details."
If it was the Queen or the World sitting here, Fors would definitely say that she was traveling to Feynaport and would rather throw all the manuscripts out of the car window and spend two weeks restoring them from memory than let them see a single word.
Otherwise, Mr. World would have put Lemano's Travel Notes on the shelves next week, along with an "Astrologer" Beyonder characteristic... Thinking of this, her face turned pale, causing Angel, who was sitting opposite her, to look over curiously. He then followed her gaze to the thick manuscript beside her.
What is that... Angel squinted her eyes, and the Beyonder's excellent eyesight allowed her to quickly identify the large font on the first page:
The Great Pirate Angelica Series: Ghost Empire.
What the hell?
She seemed unable to believe her eyes and blinked again and again, but the handwriting on the manuscript paper was still clearly visible.
"Well, Ms. Fors, is that the manuscript you planned to sell to Intis's publishing house?"
She asked hesitantly.
"Yes, it's a series of novels that tells the adventures of the legendary female pirate Angelica. It's based on rumors of treasure at sea and real people..."
Seeing that the other party was somewhat interested, Fors introduced the book while taking the manuscript and placing it on the coffee table.
"Sorry, it's not published yet, so I can only show you the cover... And I didn't write this. A pen pal asked me to publish it. He lives in the Rorsted Archipelago, where there are only a few newspapers and no dedicated publishing house, so he had to ask me for help."
Fors was talking excitedly when she suddenly noticed something was wrong with Miss Irene's expression. She couldn't tell if it was surprise or confusion, but her brows were sometimes furrowed, sometimes relaxed.
Could it be that the reason why Irene was so surprised when she saw the manuscript was because...
…She’s also a fan of this series?
"So, the Adventurer Hermann series was also written by you... uh, your friend?"
Irene forgot to drink the coffee in her hand and continued to ask.
"Sure enough, you're also a fan of the Gehrman series... That's right, 'The Great Pirate' and 'The Great Adventurer' are both works by my friend, and I helped him contact the publishing house to publish them." Her doubts were confirmed, and Fors nodded with a smile before continuing, "According to my friend, 'Mr. M,' he plans to write seven books in each series. The former is titled "The Six Treasure Legends," and the latter is "The Six Pirate Generals"... and then combine the two storylines into a complete series!"
Looking at the stunned fan Erin Watson, Fors straightened up proudly.
After all, at the request of her pen pal "Mr. M", she also helped polish the original story manuscript and added a lot of romantic content that the people of Loen like to read. It is not an exaggeration to say that she is also one of the creators. Therefore, she is proud to see that this series can be sold nationwide.
"Wait, the treasure legend is fine, but aside from the deceased 'Blood Admiral' Senior, aren't half of the remaining six pirate generals male?"
When Angel learned that the "magician" lady, the famous writer Ms. Fors, was one of the "culprits" in the series of novels with himself and Klein as the protagonists, his mind fell into chaos, and he kept wavering between the thoughts of "killing to silence" and "demanding a commission". It was not until he heard that the great adventurer Hermann wanted to have sex with all the pirate generals one after another that he reacted and muttered to himself.
"'Admiral of Hell', 'Vice Admiral of the Deep Sea', and 'Vice Admiral of Dusk' are all male, but compared to the unpublished 'Admiral of the Stars', readers are more enthusiastic about writing about them first. However, given the writing progress, these three will probably have to wait until the second half of this year or even next year..."
Fors replied, suddenly feeling the temperature in the box drop a little. She couldn't help but look towards the window. Seeing that the glass window was still closed, she breathed a sigh of relief and looked back at Irene, whose expression was uncertain.
Could she be one of the readers who is urging her to submit her manuscripts? Fors thought secretly.
"I see. I understand." Angel forced a smile, making his gaze and expression more friendly. "I'm very interested in this author, your pen pal 'Mr. M'. Where does he live in Bayam?"
When she first heard the name, she even thought that Mr. M was a divine messenger of the Aurora Society like Mr. A and Mr. X. But after thinking about it, it seemed unlikely. Does a powerful extraordinary person of the Aurora Society need to write this kind of popular novel to earn royalties?
"I'm sorry I can't reveal that," Fors frowned slightly, worried that this seemingly radical fan would go straight to the original author to demand the manuscript. "But I can tell you that Mr. M is just his pen name. His real name is William Jones."
William...why does this name sound familiar?
Angel was stunned, and a moment of confusion appeared in his purple eyes. He immediately confirmed through divination that this "William Jones" was the boatswain of the Redhead Girl, Elaine's subordinate, "Lucky William".
No wonder the last time I saw Elaine, she was reading the latest book in the German series, "Vice Admiral of Disease", which hadn't even been officially published yet. It turned out that her boatswain was the author, and the copy he got must have been a trial print... Angel muttered to himself, wanting to go to Bayam through the mirror world in the dead of night and have a good talk with Elaine in her room.
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After filling the last day of June's schedule, the red-haired Elaine yawned, looked at the harbor outside the captain's cabin window, and fell into deep thought.
At this time, the "Red-haired Lady" docked at the port of Naas in the Gargas Islands, transporting spices and fruits from the Rorsted Islands here, and returning to Bayam with whale oil and gray amber produced in Naas, profiting from the difference.
Of course, Elaine also secretly contacted the head of Nas's underground market to prepare for possible arms deals.
This way of doing things in public and in secret has allowed her to figure out her first rules for playing the role of a "conspirator" and has also given her a deeper understanding of her talent as a "hunter".
Including the profit from that transaction, I will be able to pay back Miss Angelica's investment before July, and then work hard on the next sequence of potions... Thinking of this, a smile appeared on Elaine's gentle and handsome face.
If all goes well, perhaps in a few months, or at most half a year, I'll have the hope of being promoted again and becoming a Sequence 5 like Tracy... No wonder the elders of the Soran family said that I have great talent and that I am very similar to a certain high-sequence ancestor. But the high-sequences in the family are all male. When they say "very similar", could it be that they mean that these ancestors were once female?
Thinking of the "side effects" of the Hunter Sequence 4 potion that Angelica had revealed, Elaine's face turned pale.
After leaving Tracy, after this period of solitude and the negative effects of a certain magical item, she felt that her originally firm heart was shaken again.
Just as her thoughts were in disarray, there was a knock on the captain's door. Ignoring her inner throbbing, Elaine quickly put on the "Ring of Madness". Her long red hair immediately turned brown, and she spoke:
"Come in."
The one knocking on the door was William Jones, the boatswain of the Redheaded Lady. He squeezed his tall body into the door frame, saluted Elaine, and said:
"Captain, the whale oil has been loaded onto the ship, and I've personally counted the precious gray amber. Shall we set sail before sunset, or wait until tomorrow?"
"Set sail immediately. We'll go to Tuscat Island first, sell the whale oil, pick up some local handicrafts, and then return to Bayam." She glanced at the somewhat surprised William and added, "Tell them to rest for a week after returning to port."
As the easternmost colony of the Kingdom of Loen, Toscat would inevitably be another endpoint of the arms trade, so she had to take care of it in advance. Early June was likely the date for this year's Pirate Conference.
She wanted to see Tracy.
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