At dawn, a ray of sunlight shone through the buildings and sprinkled the streets, the light light dispelled the gloom of the alleys, and the city of El Roy awoke from its silence. The street where Harvey lived was quiet, after all, it belonged to the upper class, and the orderly and elegant buildings continued to the outskirts of the city, which belonged to the common people, and all kinds of simple carriages pulled goods in and out of the market, and the dirt carried by the wheels splashed on the pedestrians, and the pedestrians were accustomed to such situations, and it was better to put their goods in place than to quarrel with the carriage.

"Hey~ Sir, let's see how about a freshly picked apple, try a piece for free, and ensure that you are satisfied." The fruit vendors in the market shouted a few times, and when they saw someone coming, they carefully cut a piece of a green and red apple in their stall with a pocket knife for passers-by to taste.

The owner of the fruit stall next to him laughed playfully: "Potter, I really don't know if I should praise your knife skills or say that you are stingy." ”

Passers-by also heard the shouts of the butcher shop owner: "The pig that has just been killed, the meat is fresh, and if you don't buy it, it will be gone!" ”

At the vegetable stall, the rough-faced boss pulled his child's ears and scolded: "Hurry up!" Send these tomatoes to Mr. Smith's house, God forbid! It's been more than half an hour sooner or later, do you want to starve my important client to death!? If Mr. Smith is dissatisfied, you don't want to eat dinner these days! ”

Early in the morning, Shirley came to the bustling market in a taupe coat to choose the ingredients for cooking, she was not gorgeous, and the color of her clothes was as ordinary as most women's, but her unique elegance and coldness immediately distinguished her from the lively atmosphere of the market, and the market became a little quieter with her arrival, and then it was full of people.

"It's her, it's beautiful! I swear to be prettier than any lady I've ever seen! Elena couldn't even match her one percent. ”

"Owen, how about saying hello to her in the past, you are the son of the butcher shop owner, and you have a bit of status, maybe you can do it."

"Give it up, such a beautiful maid is still a maid of a noble lord's family, no matter how cheap it is, it won't be our turn."

The young men in the bazaar peeked at her with shy faces, but did not dare to talk to her, for fear of desecrating her quiet and noble temperament.

Shirley's face was flat, and after selecting the ingredients for the day, she returned to the mansion the same way, took off her coat for going out and changed into a classical black dress, tied a white apron, and held her hair in place with a white maid's hat.

In her eyes, Harvey has changed in the past two days, although she doesn't know what has changed in Harvey, it is sure that she is much better than the previous appearance, looking at Harvey's back, Shirley's cold face smile is fleeting.

"Shirley, I'll prepare a cup of coffee for me later, don't add sugar." After washing, Harvey's face was still sleepy, he was still sleeping at this point in the past, and his body was not used to the current biological clock.

"Yes, please wait."

When he was about to go upstairs, Harvey suddenly turned his head and said to Shirley, "By the way, Shirley, can you lift the hem of your skirt with both hands and turn it around?" ”

Shirley, who was wearing a maid's long skirt, was a little confused by Harvey's instructions, and twisted the skirt with both hands and turned around elegantly, the skirt of the maid's long skirt was very long, and when she lifted the skirt, she could see the boots and the calves in white glass stockings, the delicate body was not fast or slow, and the two similar ribbons of the maid's hat fluttered with it, and the lightness and elegance of that moment could touch people's hearts more than any dance.

Shirley put down the hem of the maid's long skirt and asked softly, "So?" ”

Harvey nodded with a serious face: "It's okay." ”

On the way back to the bedroom, Harvey was very satisfied with the results of his whim, touched his chin and muttered: "Sure enough, the maid is justice, and the maid is the romance of men." ”

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Seeing something nice, Harvey's spirits lifted a lot, and he took out the manuscript paper, pens, and ink he had bought yesterday and prepared to start his own writing business. In fact, there are typewriters and machines with similar functions made with magic in this world, and he has even heard that some magicians can make a magic pen that can write automatically according to the owner's wishes, but either of them can not be bought with his current assets.

The pen was filled with ink and fell on the manuscript paper, Harvey took a deep breath, and the tip of the pen flew to write an avengers' banquet, a discussion of human nature, a dialectic of hope and redemption.

The Count of Monte Cristo

Chapter 1: The Way Home

On the 29th of the month of 1913, the lookout from the Haven Watchtower signaled the return of the three-masted schooner Petrel. It is from Northvall, passing through the island of Hex. A pilot was immediately dispatched to board the Petrel, skirting the south side of the haven.

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There is an honorific title for God in this world, but there is no word Christ, Harvey still intends to keep the original title of the book, and use it as a pure pseudonym for the protagonist, he can create "The Count of Monte Cristo" in this world, but "The Count of Monte Cristo" does not belong to his work, and what he does is actually no different from a film adaptation.

Harvey had completed the outline of the novel The Count of Monte Cristo, but the process of writing the novel was not as smooth as he had imagined. When he was on Earth, he tried to write 10,000 words a day, a speed that was absolutely appalling in his time, but now it took him more than two hours to complete 2,000 words, half of a chapter.

I used three pieces of manuscript paper, and the font on the manuscript paper was not very decent, just enough to let people see what was being written, and it was a little sloppy because of the traces of alteration.

"There are few words in this world, there are no substitutes, and the style of fiction is not perfect..."

"A disaster movie..."

Harvey put down the pen and rubbed his temples in pain, he had to admit that he underestimated the difficulty of handwriting novels, and the most irritating thing was that he also needed to undertake the work of translation while writing novels, different languages and scripts have different rules, Chinese idioms are not necessarily suitable for English, and English is not necessarily the same as this world language, he needs to think about how to interpret the meaning of words and reshape the novel in this world language.

But who is Harvey Adrian? A playboy who doesn't know how to learn, he hasn't read a few books, and the ink in his stomach doesn't necessarily leave a trace on the white paper, and absorbing his memories has no effect on Harvey now.

He went downstairs to finish breakfast, refresh himself with a cup of coffee, gritted his teeth and returned to the place where it was originally a dresser to continue creating.

The process of writing the novel "The Count of Monte Cristo" is extremely difficult, and the impatience that cannot reach the speed turns into mental torture, and Harvey still has to force the irritability in his heart to persevere, racking his brains to guide him little by little.

In the afternoon, he took the time to go to the Elroy Library, but he didn't find any information about the creation of novels or vocabulary, and asked the librarian but still found nothing, in this world to become a novelist really depends on his own knowledge accumulation, he had no choice but to vomit blood and urge to go back.