Summary: Grande is being renovated, Lola's Parker Elementary School is open, Amilia's shelter-supported project is successfully found by Quinn, Zach is a little lonely, and Dylan is gone.

In addition, Grande's daily entertainment: Cook's kitchen has a new sister to host, and Arthur's music box has announced the second concert tour of the magic banquet Toredo. Monday is the launch day of the magazine Urban Legends – Barton Weekly.

End of the synopsis.

It's two o'clock in the morning, and the location is on the west side of Back Bay, remember Mrs. White's quarters? Oh, not there, just close there. After crossing the quiet area of Back Bay Villas, cut off through thick woods, there are many factories of Barton's local businesses.

Sandwiched between the West and North Sides of Barton, the Paising River flows. It's a convenient place where many businesses that use wood as a raw material or need a natural drain into the river are located, such as the White family's cabinet business, and the printing industry.

Barton was once nothing more than a wilderness east of Newton. For the sake of the people of the West Side, the forest has become the city it is now, but of course, these trees will not disappear meaninglessly, and they will continue to play a role after the city is built.

Under the processing and manufacturing of these local enterprise factories, it becomes a container, a table and chair, and a gossip magazine that distracts from toilet time.

At this time, there seemed to be a factory still operating, the roar of machinery emanating from the building, and the faint light was quickly masked through the night.

It's three o'clock in the morning, so it's obviously not a factory like Mrs. White needs to work at this time. Instead, it is necessary to get the printing plant of the product before dawn.

At the end of an empty, dark hallway, there are no offices. There was only one square table, and in the dim light of the lamp, it was revealed that the two people were 'talking' fiercely.

The accurate expression should be a plea of one side for the absolute disadvantage of one party.

"Please!" the young, beautiful woman looked to be in her twenties, "can you give us another half hour?!"

The wide man's palm slammed heavily on the table.

The echo is limited by the walkway. Swinging back and forth, it adds to the man's momentum. The young woman trembled with pleading and bitterness on her face.

"Give you time?!" the man waved his hand widely, expressing his anger to the fullest. "Whose time will I give you!!" he sneered, "Which family's time do you want?!"

Saying that it does not fully express the meaning of the man, he explained it with his actions.

Whoa!

"Do you want time for the Barton Daily?!"

The man casually picked up a copy of the item in front of the table. It is a sample of Barton Daily marked with today's date. The man threw the sample report directly in the young woman's face. The woman was aggrieved and pushed away her face with the smell of fresh ink. Her expression of grievance and pleading did not change.

The man continued, "Do you want the time of "Liszt\ Shopping Guide for a Week?!" He didn't seem to care that he was in front of a weak and beautiful young woman, as if he had no mercy for smashing a sample book of a certain magazine at this weak woman.

Unlike the sample of the newspaper, the heavy coated paper book back hit the woman's chest, and she clutched her chest and bowed slightly, and began to sob.

Please don't sympathize with her and let the man tell everyone why.

"What do you think you are?!" the man gave no example. Grabbed a magazine sample book on the table and flipped through it randomly. "'Barton's ...... under the Cover of Flames,'" the man was quoting the title of an article in the sample book, "'Of, Ghost'!" and the subtitle, "'Devouring Barton's Light—Herman's Red Devil!'"

That's right, the magical style of the title, and this sample book is the source of Grande's Monday happy hour – Urban Legends – Barton Weekly.

But what is happening in front of us seems to be that there is something wrong with the new issue of the magazine, and it has committed a taboo in the publishing industry, and it has to revise the sample book before it is published. The woman with the 'Editor Riley' badge on her chest was communicating with the print shop here, uh, the director.

Communication?

The man threw away the inexplicable gadget in his hand, and looked at Riley's aggrieved appearance, and became even more annoyed.

A beautiful woman will get what she wants if she puts on a grievance? The reality is not so beautiful.

"What kind of rotten magazines are you doing! It's all such rotten articles, and in exchange for someone to read them!! Do you have self-knowledge! Do you want me to delay this bunch for you!" His hand waved in front of him indiscriminately, and the fact that all kinds of serious newspapers and magazines had already explained his point for him.

"Get out!" the man seemed to lose his temper and get tired, and the volume began to decrease after the outburst, "I only printed the original! A hundred copies of the rotten stuff are still in my rambling place!

Riley was still hunched over, sobbing as the man's yelling stopped, and began to echo in the hallway.

"There's no end to you!" the volume returned, but unlike the previous anger, this time it was more impatient, "Hurry up! I won't print your new issue when it arrives! Don't waste my time here!"

Riley didn't move.

Looking at the man's expression, his anger was building back.

Riley, hugging her shoulders and trembling slightly, was still sobbing. This gentle sound echoes, lingers, overlaps, and blends with each other in the empty walk......

"If you don't disappear from my eyes again!"

The man slammed the table again, a preview of a new outbreak.

However, the slapping table, which was supposed to be bonus, in the empty aisles, didn't make any of the intimidating sounds it should have.

It was drowned out, drowned out by the faint sobs that echoed throughout the hallway.

"Boom ......"

A blurry pink glow began to radiate from Riley's body.

Riley, who bowed slightly, raised her head slightly, her pink eyes, and looked at the man whose anger had reached its peak again.

"I said please?" softly, with an echo of the aisle or a wonderful resonance that I don't know if it is.

"Isn't it?"

The reddish cheeks, the hair that was slightly scattered on the forehead, the eyelashes that trembled slightly in the mist, and the sentences that were lightly spit out in the lips were eroding the bones and marrow.

The man's body stiffened in an instant, and an intoxicating pink halo enveloped him.

"Good, good. But, yes, I'll wait, half an hour......"

The world is still beautiful after all, a beautiful woman puts on a grievance and sobs a few times, and she can get what she wants. (To be continued......)