On the 25th, at twilight, there was a knock on the door of the Moon Creek Manor.

Mu Yan handed over his nameplate.

As the burly head valet examined his nameplate, he was also looking at the other party.

The man in front of him had curly brown hair that clinged to his scalp. His complexion is pale, even a little gray, his nose is very collapsed, and his facial features are not beautiful, but they give people a generous and gentle feeling.

The other party is very tall, even a head taller than Uno, and he can be regarded as a leader among the hipsters. If you glance at it in a hurry, it also gives the illusion of a tiger's back......

The reason why I say delusion is because he has no beard.

It's not that it's cleanly trimmed, it's that it's not at all, and the beard falls out of the hair follicles.

"The Khotan would keep brown slaves in captivity, and they would select strong, disease-free adult men as seeds, and after they had given birth to healthy offspring, they would remove them and raise them into qualified slaves. Because the cultivation takes place before castration, the physical fitness of the slave does not affect in the slightest. Crucially, the brown slaves are mostly the product of inbreeding, passed down from generation to generation, and the intelligence of the entire population is frighteningly low, limited to listening to instructions of moderate complexity.

"But as a slave, it's enough to be called a merit."

This passage is from Professor Daun's "Folk Customs in the City-State Era", which Mu Yan only came into contact with when he was sorting out the lecture notes for him some time ago.

“Aka-li-hedon？” He tried to speak the Eastern Kragon language, which should be understood if it was really a brown slave raised by the Khotans, which meant "loyalty and obedience", which was the education that every slave should receive.

"Akon doesn't understand what you're talking about." The other party replied, making a helpless expression, still very kind.

He returned the nameplate to Mu Yan.

"Eminem can't understand this either, so I'm going to let Miss Vera come and see it." Then he turned around and pulled his throat, "Sister Vera! There's a guy named Mu Yan coming to visit! ”

Before Vera could appear, Shireen suddenly poked her head out of the second-floor window.

"Mr. Mu, Mr. Mu Yan? Is that you? ”

"That's right, it's me."

Mu Yan took off his hat and greeted him from afar.

"Mu Yan from the Moon Workshop, please forgive me for being so abrupt in visiting, Miss Encore."

"No, it's my pleasure. Let him in, Akon. Shireen said.

……

When Mu Yan felt the warmth in the house, he couldn't help but understand the name of this housemaid a little more.

Because it's also too comfortable...... In other words, he also wants to stay in it and never go out for the rest of his life.

This is simply the ultimate dream of Ah Zhai: a big house, unlimited heating and electricity, servants everywhere who don't get in the way, a fluffy soft carpet that can run barefoot, a roaring odorless fireplace, books and picture albums that are thrown on the ground after reading, and the smell of meat and vegetables in the kitchen forever......

It's paradise!

And this otaku girl herself seems to be living in the second dimension.

The thin and thin body, the long black hair like a waterfall almost hangs down to the ground, because of the clothes, there is no collarbone and deeper places, there is no killing welfare, but this weak and moving appearance alone is enough to make every man protective and possessive......

Especially when she faced Mu Yan, she was still holding a plush toy of human height in her arms, her eyes were hiding behind the toy, and she was timidly with novelty......

At this moment, it was as if the dimensional wall had been broken.

"Mr. Mu Yan, please take a seat."

Shireen picked up the messy books and made a clearing on the soft sofa, while she sat directly opposite Mu Yan three meters away.

She's like a little mouse that's only afraid of life.

But it can be seen that she is so excited that she forgets the etiquette that is integrated into her bones.

Mu Yan didn't shirk it, and simply sat on the ground like her.

He pulled out the manuscript from Eric, the edges of the paper were slightly frayed, indicating that it had indeed been turned over many times.

"I've read this story many times, and now I'm desperate to know what to say, so I'm just going to come to the door." Mu Yan smiled embarrassedly.

As soon as these words came out, Shireen couldn't hide the excitement in her heart, she was not good at hiding her heart, so she simply buried her whole face in a plush toy to avoid losing her temper.

"But......" Mu Yan paused, "but it's not suitable for serialization." It is suitable for sale as a single volume, and it happens that the first volume of Eric's A Song of Frost and Fire is also being printed, so if you can show me the follow-up, let me confirm that this is a planned and outlined story, and maybe find a way to bundle it with the first volume of Frost. ”

Although she heard the new term, Shireen quickly understood the meaning, and she wondered, "Why is it not suitable to be serialized like Mr. Eric?" ”

"Eric's story is driven by a human perspective, and the focus is on shaping people, not the story itself. You're using stories to move people. Each of his stories is a bead, and every three days, a bead is connected to the last, and readers get used to and enjoy the process of stringing the beads together...... And your story is different, it needs to be contextualized, and even some reversals and plot foreshadowing are buried deeply, if you don't read it in one sitting, the missing memory can't make up for it, and it can't achieve the effect it should have. It's a shame that a wonderful, suspenseful story doesn't work as well as it should because of the way it is presented, isn't it? ”

Shireen didn't seem to understand, she rummaged on the ground for a while, and handed Mu Yan a thick notebook.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Mu Yan, I wrote that story newly, but don't worry, it comes from the modification of these fragmented stories, and you can see its shadow on it."

Mu Yan opened the notebook and read it carefully for a while.

Indeed, as she put it, there are all kinds of "short stories" written on it.

The long story is composed of several main lines and countless branches, most of the main lines are hidden in the author's heart, and the branches can be added at any time as required, and Mu Yan is very clear at this point.

But the purpose of his trip was not just to chase the author for spoilers, he flipped through a thick notebook and read it carefully, and did not let go of any clues between the lines.

After all, it is possible that the major events that affect the course of history may be hidden in the hearts of these chaotic girls.

He flipped through it carefully for an hour, and Shireen was a little nervous at first, but gradually she realized that Mu Yan was really reading her story seriously, so she relaxed her vigilance.

"Smack"

Mu Yan gently closed the note.

"Great story." He praised heartily: "There is only one problem left now, Eric is currently serialized enough to produce two single books in a row, if you can catch up with his speed......"

"No problem!" Shireen stood up suddenly, then sat back down with a red face.

"I, I mean...... I'm pretty sure! ”

"That's good. So I'm relieved. Mu Yan smiled and put the note aside, "So...... Is there anything else we can talk about? In terms of the relationship between the reader and the author, after all, I am also one of Miss Shireen's loyal readers......"

"Yes, yes! Of course! ”

Shireen's heart was already bubbling with joy.

Mu Yan secretly said that this kind of scheming girl is really easy to deceive, once she relaxes her vigilance, she is basically in a completely defenseless state.

But fortunately, he is not a suspicious person, he just wants to learn about the other party's past and the future that may be spied on.

"Well, there are some personal issues......"

……

The two kept talking about the evening, and under Mu Yan's intentional or unintentional temptation, Shilin said almost everything.

Mu Yan occasionally mentioned her dark childhood, but once the other party showed embarrassment or hesitation, he would be very considerate and casually talk about some issues that the other party was happy to see, so the atmosphere was maintained quite friendly.

It was also rare for the servants to see their own young lady talking happily with anyone other than His Highness Philo, so they did not urge, and even pushed back the time for dinner.

When it was time for dinner, Mu Yan refused to stay, thanked him and left, but as soon as he came to the door, he saw that the carriage of the third prince had just stopped.

"Calculate the time, and it's time for the conflict to break out......"

Mu Yan said to himself.

Sure enough, Philo stepped out of the carriage in despair, but when he saw that it was Mu Yan standing in front of him, he was stunned for a second, and then rushed up angrily and grabbed his neckline.

"Why!? Why!? ”