Chapter 8 Sense of Involvement
Karen flipped through it on the spot with her hand wearing a gorgeous jewel ring.
Curiosity kills. When he saw the first paragraph, his expression became subtle.
He knew every word in the common language of the continent, but when they were put together, it seemed like a tough nut to crack. Karen found it difficult to read on.
After reading the first paragraph, he looked up and asked in confusion: "Who is the protagonist?"
Luke blinked.
As the president, do you have such poor comprehension ability?
As Karen continued to look, he quickly came up with the answer: "So it's a monster."
"..."Demon your whole family.
"Why don't monsters eat directly? Aren't there too many descriptions about the prey?" And for newborn cubs, the hunting process is not exciting at all.
Luke kept smiling mysteriously: "Keep watching."
When Karen saw the description of the appearance of the food, she had a bad feeling in her heart.
He couldn't bear to read any more, so he asked An Qi to continue reading.
"From here." Karen pointed to the location.
At first, An Qi did not realize the seriousness of the matter until he quickly reviewed the situation and a hint of disgust flashed in his eyes.
He recited in a clear voice: "... In a panic, it used its hands and feet to break off a piece of eggshell and handed it over..."
An Qi opened his mouth wide: "A——"
Luke also opened his mouth wide to eat: "Ah——"
The images overlapped, and Karen paused with the cup in his hand, and said in a low voice: "What?"
An Qi felt wronged: "That's what it says."
Karen was like a perfect nitpicker. He picked out ten mistakes for Luke in one sentence: "When a cub sees a monster, the normal reaction is to retreat in fear. It is also common to vomit out of fear. How could it dare to eat and even make a sound..."
Also, whose eggshells taste like milk? They all taste fishy.
The most miserable one was the feather pen, which wished it could grow two more hairs to cover its ears.
While listening to someone reading his novel in person, Luca maintained a gentle smile on his face, but his toes were curled up so tightly that they were about to tear through the soles of his shoes.
Because it was not a confidential meeting, there were several servants standing in the hall, each with an expression more interesting than the other.
"Burp." An Qi's lips trembled, and he almost stuttered. He forced himself to read on: "Little monster, little monster... burped and covered his mouth with his paws in panic."
This time Karen was silent for three seconds. "And then? Was it eaten?"
An Qi: "The monster hasn't had any emotional fluctuations for a long time, and his heart suddenly softened."
"???"
At the same time, Luke poured all the animal milk used as seasoning into the magic beans and drank it little by little with both hands.
The animal milk was not stirred evenly, and there was a thin circle of milk on the corner of Luke's mouth.
Drinking magic beans on an empty stomach makes you even hungrier.
Luke burped a little.
He played in a very rhythmic way, with his voice completely following the wave line.
Karen: “…”
Feather pen: “…”
At this moment, they felt strong physical discomfort.
The two big men, or to be more precise, the big men now and the big monsters in the past, have seen many scenes of mountains of corpses and seas of blood, people being hacked with knives and axes. They can face a pool of meat paste without changing their expression, but such a calm picture, for some reason, is very shocking.
Karen soon understood why.
Sense of immersion.
Luke's rare black hair and seemingly weak strength bear a subtle resemblance to the cub in the article.
Luke: “Did you see that?”
Karen habitually drank his favorite magic beans, but when he saw Luke with milk stains on the corners of his mouth, he lost interest in his favorite drink.
It can be seen that this child lacks love.
But how deprived must one be to write something like this to take revenge on society?
You can lack love, but you cannot lack morality.
Karen paused, with a hint of sharpness in his narrow eyes, "Could it be that your book is written for a rare race?"
His businessman's instinct makes him habitually locate the market first.
Lujia nodded: "Specially provided by the Dragon Clan."
He casually placed the precious space scroll on the table: "If the later stage does not meet the expectations, this scroll will be used as compensation for the president's time cost."
Karen wouldn't take a space scroll seriously, but he liked the word "time cost" very much.
Karen didn't make a decision immediately, mainly because she was worried that once the new book was released, passers-by would spit in the bookstore.
"There are still procedures to go through when publishing a book. I'll submit the application first."
As to when the book number will be issued and when it will be printed, Karen did not give a clear answer.
He was more interested in Luke's life story than the book.
“How to get distributors to stock and sell this book is also a big problem.”
Karen further hinted that the book might not be published for a long time.
Luke did not strike while the iron was hot, and even took the initiative to change the subject: "This fresh cheese tastes good."
Karen now doesn't want to look at dairy products.
After dinner, Luke returned to the previous question raised by Karen, how to get distributors to stock and sell this book.
"Let's have a little gambling to cheer ourselves up. How about everyone come up with one idea each? Let's see who has the better idea at this time tomorrow?"
This is a bit of a provocation, which is equivalent to asking for Karen's sales idea for free.
Karen, however, was very impressed by this approach; sales style represented a person's behavioral pattern, which facilitated his further evaluation.
Lujia said step by step: "Since we are going to gamble, there must be a stake. It's up to you. I will use the storage ring as a stake. If I lose, the compensation for the storage ring will be void."
That's true.
However, he was the one who paid for the storage ring. Karen looked at Luke deeply.
After the meal, everyone had their own thoughts. Griffin sent Luke back to the guild hall.
Before leaving, Luke packed some high-quality animal milk.
Quill: "Are you afraid of leaving a disgusting impression on the other party?"
Luke said calmly, "I don't know the table manners of the nobles. If I don't use something else to divert Karen's attention, he will definitely notice my inappropriate behavior, given his meticulousness."
Quill froze for a moment.
He suddenly realized that although the young man in front of him had two of the noblest bloodlines flowing in his body, he had never received a single day of true noble education.
Concerned about the half of the Demon King's blood, no monster in the wasteland was willing to be the first to actually kill.
But bullying and insults are commonplace, and even when it is asleep, it can still sense some of it.
Thinking of this, Quill, which hadn't experienced any emotional fluctuations for a long time, suddenly softened in his heart.
After being soft for 0.2s, the feather pen shuddered all over.
Wasn’t this scene description written by Luke? First there was a pause, then there was a softening.
No, how can I be soft? !
The feather pen stood on Luke's waist like a corpse.
Luke: “…”
Is it not sick?
That night.
I was with Luke in the afternoon and only had a small meal. Karen was a little hungry at this time, so he had a midnight snack brought to him, and specifically asked him not to pair his magic beans with milk.
"Is there something troubling you?" a gentle and loving female voice came.
Karen quickly stood up: "Mother."
Lady Beryl was wearing standard aristocratic clothing and holding a delicate little fan. She walked in gracefully and elegantly. "It's rare to see you drinking pure magic beans."
There was a parchment scroll on the table, and the woman asked curiously, "What is this?"
Karen: "New book preview, someone wants me to publish a book."
Although he felt more like it was a test of poison for the new book.
It was obvious that my son was not optimistic, but he was still considering it.
"It seems that the author is not a simple person." Mrs. Beryl opened the parchment scroll and glanced at it casually.
Karen: "You'd better not watch these at night. It's easy to get upset before going to bed."
A minute passed and the air was quiet.
Karen had expected this.
"If there was a selection of trash stories in mainland China, this would take the top spot..."
However, after three minutes, realizing that the silence was too long, Karen suddenly paused in his speech.
Lady Beryl sat dignifiedly at the table, watching in silence. The only time she looked up was to ask the maid to bring her some tea.
The president suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart, and when he saw his mother slowly take out her reading glasses, this ominous feeling reached its peak.
——She was reading word by word.
The woman's eyes were injured when she was young, so for the sake of beauty, she only uses magic lenses when it is absolutely necessary.
At this moment, she was like admiring a newly launched piece of jewelry. When she saw the monster showing its fangs, she clenched the handle of the fan in an impolite manner.
It wasn't until he saw the monster's heart soften that he breathed a sigh of relief.
"Why is it gone?"
Karen's eyelids jumped: "Don't you think this story is outrageous?"
Lady Beryl seemed puzzled that he should have such a question.
Karen took a deep breath and said, "I remember that you always have a very elegant taste?"
Even when reading, I prefer heavy ancient books.
As if she knew what he was thinking, Lady Beryl smiled slightly and took out the photo stone from her storage ring.
If Luke had to dub a line for her on the spot, please watch the VCR.
Inside the photo stone, a child was screaming and crying madly. The sound played by the photo stone was a little distorted, but it still gave people a headache.
Karen's expression changed slightly.
The young version of myself was simply a troublemaker. If my parents didn’t give me what I wanted, I would start making a fuss and I also liked to smash bowls. The key point is that he is a coward. He was scared to death when he saw a griffin for the first time.
I didn't expect that these 'precious images' of my growth process would be preserved.
Lady Beryl continued to smile.
Reference is very important. Think about the rebellious child who once destroyed the house. In contrast, the good boy in the book does not cry or make a fuss even when facing monsters. Even though it was abandoned right after birth, it can still eat quietly.
It simply satisfies all her fantasies of a decent little baby!
Her eyes sparkled: "When will this book be available on the market?"
Karen's mouth twitched: "I'm..."
"Are you considering the book number? No problem, I'll help you give a heads up to the General Administration of Press and Publication, which issues the book number, and ask them to speed up the review process."
Karen: “I’m…”
"Are you thinking about publicity? Once the book comes out, just do some publicity specifically for it."
Karen: “I’m…”
"Yes, you should urge the author to write faster." Lady Beryl tapped the table lightly with her folding fan, and made the final decision with a smile.
Karen, who was about to say that he was still considering it, gave in and said, "...I'm making arrangements."
Not knowing that the novel specially prepared for the Dragon Clan already had other audiences, Lujia was staying up late to write.
The feather pen suddenly softened in the afternoon and has been stiff ever since.
"What are you upset about?" Luke asked with a sigh.
It’s so hard, difficult to write and difficult to hold.
The quill pen doesn't talk, it's not making a fuss, it's proving itself.
“Forget it.” There was nothing wrong with a harder pen, and Lujia kept his back straight, sitting upright as he continued to write.
[Many years later, the monster who was barely able to control his reason recalled that day, and couldn't explain why he didn't take action.
Perhaps, it was everything it had seen before, always the same ferocious monsters on the island; perhaps, it was the moment when the little guy held the eggshell in its paws that made it reflect for the first time how fragile and beautiful life is.
Anyway, no matter what the reason, the monster retracted its fangs.
That day, the huge body stood quietly by the side, watching the little monster burp after feeding.
The little monster kept burping. It raised its tail in panic and rubbed its back to relieve the urge. 】
Feather Pen tried to imagine the posture in his mind, but failed.
It couldn't bear it: "Can you write something normal?"
"It's normal." Luke explained: "A newborn cub's body is very soft, and its tail can curl very well."
“…”
Signing a blood contract to cooperate in writing was the decision that Feather Pen regretted most in his life.
No doubt about it.
[It seems that he sensed that this 'big guy' had no intention of eating him.
After taking a break, the little monster started eating more and more unbridled, using all its claws.
It's full. The enormous energy contained in the eggshell is beyond what it can bear now.
There was only one third of the eggshell left. The little monster suddenly held his breath and raised his head: Ha~
The next second, he rushed forward.
This collision was somewhat due to personal grudges, as it was this barrier that trapped it for several months.
The little monster originally intended to smash the eggshell to make it easier to eat and carry later, but it overestimated itself.
Headbutting and clawing are two different concepts.
This species has its head, horns, and abdomen as its weak points when it is born.
Less than a quarter of an hour after he was born, he fell headfirst and knocked himself unconscious. He spun 360 degrees on the spot and finally collapsed on the ground.
The vertical pupils were about to turn into swollen eyelids because he was holding back his tears.
The little monster tilted its head back and looked at the monster, its nose was red and its long body twitched.
The monster looked at it quietly for a moment, then suddenly raised its huge paw——】
Quill was excited: "We're going to grind it into a paste, right?"
To its disappointment, it was the eggshell that was crushed by the monster.
[The little monster looked at the broken eggshell and held back his tears. He looked at the monster, hesitated for a moment, and went over to touch it with the end of his tail. 】
Quill sneered and said, "Next, the monster will suddenly become soft-hearted again, right?"
Luke picked up the pen: [The tail covered with egg liquid brought some warmth, and the monster's pupils suddenly shrank. 】
Feather pen: “…”
Luke wrote until very late. After sorting out the overall plot, he began to go back and make supplementary remarks, from the environment to the expressions and actions, to further enrich the character of the protagonist.
His plan was to write 6,000 to 10,000 words every day, and he would be able to meet the publication standards in about ten days.
By then, the font will be bigger, there will be more pictures, the paper will be hardcover, and there will be some three-dimensional origami in the middle to restore the scene of the cave... By then, the notebook will be able to become a thick book.
At midnight, Luke climbed into bed.
The temperature difference between day and night in the Stone City is huge. Ever since Hurricane Dragon briefly arrived, a cold wave has hit at night in the past two days.
The window that was not closed tightly was blown open by the cold wind. In a half-asleep state, Luka was too lazy to get out of bed to close it.
The thin hand first felt around the bed, and after the fingertips touched the edge of the feather pen, Luka pulled the quilt up a little to cover the feather pen.
Maintaining the final posture, he fell into a deep sleep.
The quilt was not pulled up to the head. Luke subconsciously treated the feather pen as a normal life and left space for it to breathe smoothly.
For the first time in its life, it was treated as a being so weak that it needed a blanket. The quill trembled uncomfortably, and finally briefly returned to its original form...
The night was long, and a strange yet familiar atmosphere was always lingering around. After a long time, my heart suddenly contracted.
[…The monster’s pupils suddenly shrank.] 】
This sentence suddenly came to my mind, and my heart stopped beating.
The author has something to say:
Quill: The night is long and I can’t sleep on my pillow.
Luke: I’m so sleepy. I need to go to sleep as soon as possible.
PS: Since ancient times, masters have emerged from the reader area. Whose homophonic pun is so talented? Luke = 6+, Alex = X
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
