Don't think about it, these people must have been summoned by Emperor Yan.

Pulling so many unrelated people into the school, Emperor Yan really had the courage.

Forget it, as long as it's not a particularly bad thing, I can only hope that if something really bad happens, I can't stop it.

Anyway, these people won't necessarily do anything hurtful, at least not for now.

This group of people still looks a little kind, although the air at the scene is not very good, none of the more than ten people who take the initiative to communicate, looking at their expressions, these people are all on guard against the people around them.

After Yan Jianhong brought us in, she walked to the front.

"Now that everyone is ready, please wait a while, Emperor Yan will come out to meet you immediately."

No one in the audience responded to her.

They all looked at her in silence.

The five of us sat down at random.

"Emperor Yan, that guy actually found so many people in one go, Su Fang, do you know the identity of these people?"

"I don't know, grandpa only mentioned a few people to me yesterday."

"Don't care, I think we'll find out who they are soon."

After Xiao Han asked Su Fang, he turned his gaze to the front desk.

There's nothing to say right now, so let's wait.

——

A few minutes later, when everyone's expectations were about to reach their peak, a woman in a plain black dress walked in with the sound of a door pushing.

——

The footsteps echoed that the person who came in was also known to me.

When I saw Yan Jianhong, I guessed a little bit more or less.

"Lan Xincao... It's really her, this world, it's really small, Na-Na-Luno, I'm telling you, this person is the writer you like, the guy named Mr. Shinkusa."

"Mr. Shinkusa? This person?"

Luno was visibly skeptical, and no wonder.

I wouldn't have thought so until I met Mr. Shinkusa.

"Ah—you probably won't believe it, but that's the reality."

Lan Xincao shook her head as if she cooperated with me, loudly announcing her identity.

"Thank you very much for being invited to my Lance1ot rally, I can introduce myself to you, my name, Lan Xincao, 28 years old this year, is a writer by profession, the above, you will not introduce yourself, I don't think you need to know each other's identities."

After Lan Xincao finished speaking with a smile, he sat down directly.

After everyone reacted, the first few people fell directly into a state of loss of control.

"Emperor Yan! Tsk - I didn't think it was a woman, tell me quickly, what did you come here for?"

"Don't be in such a hurry, things just need to be said little by little to be able to explain."

"Emperor Yan, don't forget, we didn't come voluntarily, do you think we'll be interested in communicating with you a little bit? Are you kidding! Tell me what you want."

Both of them unceremoniously questioned Lan Xincao.

If it were a normal person, it is estimated that there would be no way to endure such words.

But Lan Xincao not only endured it, she also smiled and nodded.

"I know that both of you are dissatisfied with me, one is a member of the Blue Knights, and the other is the founder of the Council, and of course you will not have a good opinion of me when you see the current Baratheon, but I think that if you are in my position, you can only make this choice, and I am looking for you for Baratheon."

"So, say whatever you want, and we'll listen."

"Okay then, I'll just spread it out."

Lan Xincao nodded and stood up.

She took several steps forward.

"I'm looking for you for the future of Baratheon."

"It's kind of amazing that you're coming to talk to us about the future."

"Our future can't do without the house, I think this, everyone can understand this, we Baratheon, if we lose the house, no matter who we are, it is impossible to replace the position of the house in the ordinary people, once we lose the hearts of the people, we will be vulnerable, let alone fight against monsters."

"Then you want the house to be your puppet now?"

"I don't have that intention, and if the house isn't for myself, everything I'm doing is meaningless."

I don't understand more and more what Emperor Yan's purpose is.

There are many things in this world that we don't understand, so we will continue to explore and thirst.

——

——

After the three books were officially written, I received countless warnings, threats, and persecution because of the subject matter and political leanings, but fortunately, the sales were very good, and the publisher chose to protect me, a person who knows nothing but writing, for this reason.

I'm almost used to threats or something, and the threats are mainly from the religious community, and it's a great irony that these guys, who have some kind of submissive people on the surface, want to brutally kill me by all means.

If you hadn't thrown away those threatening letters, you would have filled the room long ago.

I'm not the kind of person who can not care about these things, who can not care about threats and warnings, and probably won't exist in this world, my three books, more or less, have been influenced a lot, my position is not firm enough, and my consciousness as a writer is not enough.

Thinking about it this way, my consciousness as a human being still lacks a lot.

He is twenty-seven years old this year, and he lives more than day and night every day.

My parents have completely abandoned me, and who has made my social status and income far beyond theirs.

Brothers and sisters, I've forgotten about it.

——

Bored

——

For some reason, these two words popped into my head.

I wanted to pick up the pen and change this boring idea, but when I picked up the pen, I realized that I couldn't write a word.

"It's really—boring."

I dropped my pen and let the ink stain the paper.

- Tick tock

The sound of ink dripping on your body.

I just looked at it and didn't react.

Clean or dirty, the world has lost its appeal to me.

I have everything and I have lost everything.

——

So what's the point of me continuing to live?

——

"Mr. Shincao!"

The door was pushed open.

The person who came in was none other than my editor.

The idiot man who was so bored that he ran after me all over the street.

"Oh—why are you free today?"

"Mr. Shinkusa, ink... It's dripping on my body."

"It's okay - I've been wearing black anyway, don't worry, you came to me today, is there something special? If it's a rush, then I'm sorry, I don't have any thoughts until now."

(End of chapter)

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