Count Henrietta wrote a great deal of writing, liberating himself from the depression of more than a decade in one fell swoop, and his articles were full of denunciations of certain ideas of the traditionalists and his understanding of literature.

He may have waited for this day for a long time, he loved literature, he was moved by poetry, he was also fond of sentimental prose, and the most important type of literature that he couldn't help himself from was to accompany him through the countless days and nights of college. As his literary accomplishment improved, one day, he suddenly found that the things that had once made him addicted became boring, and began to reduce the amount of reading, so he joined the literary association in order to find a reason.

The more he came into contact with it, the more he came into contact with it, the reason why Norton's literature was too uniform, too much focused on criticizing sociality, expressing disdain for power and wealth, exposing the ugliness of human nature and causing thinking, and so on.

This is not a bad thing in the first place, but in this new era of rapid change, it seems too boring, as if there is an invisible circle set on literature, and it is difficult for a work to get out of this strange circle. "The Count of Monte Cristo" is a work that breaks this strange circle, it is very contradictory, the story seems similar to traditional literature at first glance, but its plot story is full of the author's understanding of human nature, without expounding on anything, adding some elements of the reader's longing.

A revenge drama? The Count of Henrietta read the taste of fairy tales again, nothing more than adult fairy tales that stood up to scrutiny and thought.

That's why "The Count of Monte Cristo" gave Count Henrietta an unprecedented sense of amazement.

Now the Count of Henrietta wrote this special report was "The Dark Age", the same one that amazed him and enjoyed reading it all night.

Harvey's reviewer Puran founded a publishing house that had a partnership with his publisher, and when Dark Age had not yet been published, he sent him a sample for review, and when he got it, Count Henrietta was so overjoyed that he decided to find time to read it.

The content did not disappoint him, and even more than "The Count of Monte Cristo".

"Dark Age" fictionalizes a magical and strange world, creating a magnificent background, a duel between darkness and light, in which there are heroic epics, treacherous villains or ordinary people struggling to survive in this era, as if the events of ancient times are directly presented in front of the reader's eyes in the form of words.

Compared with the touching brought to him by "The Count of Monte Cristo", "Dark Age" shocked him even more!

The first part of 500,000 words depicts the grievances between the two countries and the choices of the two countries in the face of foreign invasion, the Dark Lord led the invasion of the alien beast army, the alien beast army erected a primitive trebuchet to easily destroy the city wall, the huge primitive beast rushed against the city gate, and the human soldiers struggled to resist.

In this context, the relationship between countries and countries, personal and personal grievances become intricate, the bright and dark lines of the plot are crisscrossed, each plot and character are closely related, and it is written very clearly, so that the reader will not be caught in the clouds, and at the same time, because of the tight timeline constructed by the war, the whole story gives Count Henrietta a breathless suffocation, as if he himself was standing in front of an army of millions, nervously watching the cavalry charge.

Count Henrietta felt incredible, and if it weren't for the heavy affairs of the phantom, he would have to study the Dark Age inside and out.

If there's anything to blame for, the plot breaks at a critical juncture, and a respected spellcaster is preparing to travel to another country to help the king resist the army of alien beasts. Count Henrietta was very anxious for the rest of the plot, and he was afraid that he would not be able to help but read the outline, so he sent it to his scholar, his friend Scott, for his appreciation, and received a reply that was far higher than his evaluation.

He was relieved, and then burned the outline of "Dark Age" directly, for fear that he couldn't help but read it in advance.

In addition, Scott's reply was accompanied by a "cordial" greeting, and it was the first time that Count Henrietta had seen his friend "compliment" someone so fiercely.

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El Roy City, early in the morning.

It had been a full day since Dark Age had been sold in bookstores, and instead of a small line, the line outside the street had reached another street, many of whom had come with stools and prepared stoves to keep warm, and the streets were lined with all kinds of horse-drawn carriages, most of which were not native to the city of Elroy.

After the news of Harvey's new release spread, people from other cities came by train to buy it, and the queue increased.

The two security teams maintained order at the scene, and there were many conflicts here yesterday because of the queue, and many of the people queuing here were noble servants, and once something really happened, the security team would be to blame.

Before the bookstore opened, a few children across the street held up a small pile of hardcover and shouted, "Gentlemen, do you want to buy books?" Harvey Adrian's new, no need to queue up, you can buy it here, not in very many quantities. ”

The bookstore has a rule that each customer can only buy a maximum of two copies, and yesterday there were many ordinary children queuing up to buy them, and then reselling them to make a profit, and each copy could be sold for three or four times the high price. The bookstore has a sufficient supply, but the façade is too small, and only a fixed number of customers can enter and exit at a time, and some customers who are not short of money are naturally more willing to spend money to buy books from children.

A carriage that was watching the procession slowly stopped around the children, and the children looked at each other with joy, and shouted around, "Sir, do you want to buy it?" ”

"Click~"

The carriage door opened, and a balding man came down, and the child was stunned when he saw his appearance, smiled stiffly, and stammered, "Mr. Cook, why are you here?" ”

The bald man named Cook looked down at them with a black face and a cane: "When you have time to line up to resell books, don't you have to work?" Tell me, are you guys allowed to appear here? ”

In this era, there is no concept of child labor, and it is not easy for ordinary children to survive, and most civilian families who cannot afford to send their children to school will choose to send their children to work in factories to earn money.

"Sir..."

"Sir, do you know that you can earn more than ten times the daily salary of a part-time job by reselling books here." A child shouted in a loud voice.

Cook's face was even more gloomy, and he was about to attack when he saw that someone was already walking towards him, and the purpose of the appearance was also the books in the hands of children, and he hurriedly waved his hand: "Little cubs, go back, I bought these books, and I will settle the money on your salary tomorrow." ”

The children glanced at each other, read each other's eyes, and it cost them several weeks of wages to buy this book alone, and rashly handed over the book to the well-known boss who was expected to find an excuse to deduct it the next day, and the child at the head made a grimace at him: "Hmph, we don't want to sell it to you." ”

Cook's eyes widened and he said, "You still don't want to work!" ”

The children looked at each other and said in unison, "Oh, of course not, we decided not to work with you before we sneaked out." ”

Reselling books can earn more than a few months' salary, which can also be used to find a better job.

"Bastard!" Cook was about to fight, but there were already guests who came to the children to choose, and he hated it, and glanced at the long line on the opposite side and hurriedly took out a balun from his pocket: "Take it!" ”

The child kindly reminded: "Sir, this money is only enough for you to buy a copy." ”

"You guys..." Cook was depressed and vomited blood, but he still paid for several copies, new ones, difficult to buy, very suitable as a social gift, the value of the gift will be much lower after a while, if it costs more to hire someone to queue up, he waited here because he heard someone reselling books.