"Whoa~"

In the study room of Rose Manor, the sound of the pages can be heard clearly, and the dozens of pages suspended in the air automatically fall to the desk. There were fourteen piles of manuscripts on the desk, and the name of the manuscript was written on the top of each pile, and the last page of manuscript paper with the title of the book in the air fell to the table, and everything was settled, and Harvey's body fell straight to the back, with a muffled sound, and there was a soft blanket to cushion it without falling pain.

"Haha~Whew~"

Harvey gasped, his face was white and terrifying, his shirt was wet with sweat and he looked embarrassed, and the corners of his mouth showed an unprecedentedly satisfied chuckle, and it was done!

Of the fourteen, Harvey spent eleven hours translating fourteen, each of which was a representative classic of the Victorian era of the British Empire, in that nascent era of literature.

Jane Eyre, Wuthering Heights, and Agnes Gray by the Browning sisters, The Bassetshire Chronicle by Anthony Trollope, Orphans of the Fog and Great Expectations by Charles Dickens, Vanity Fair by William Mekbis Thackeray, Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen, Mary Barton by Elizabeth Gaskell and many more.

His works cover all areas of the new literature, from the hard life of the workers at the bottom of the factory to the structure of the upper class, from the portrayal of women who have the courage to resist to the criticism of the ugliness of the current society.

It is the culmination of the wisdom of an era, the essence of centuries of Victorian literature, the most prosperous British Empire on earth.

"Click~"

Harvey beckoned, and took the last moment of energy to use his [invisible hand] to open the door of the study, and after a while, a passing servant noticed Harvey's abnormality, and hurriedly screamed and went to call someone to inform Count Henrietta.

"Sir~Sir~ Are you okay, I'll go and inform the doctor!" The maid was in a hurry.

"No, let me lie down for a while, and if you can, please call my wife to come and take care of me, preferably with a little water." Harvey politely declined the maid's attempt to help him onto the couch, and the maid nodded quickly and trotted out to inform Diana. Diana raised her eyebrows lightly when she rushed over, glanced at Harvey with a reproachful look, lifted Harvey's body and carefully fed cold boiled water into her mouth.

The Count of Henrietta hurried over in his pajamas, and was startled when he saw Harvey's appearance, and his fat and his voice trembled: "Harvey, what's wrong with you?" ”

"Mental power is overused, just let me rest for a while." Harvey smiled weakly and turned his gaze to his desk.

Count Henrietta nodded to Harvey, came to the desk and saw more than a dozen manuscripts, at first he was a little puzzled, casually flipped through it, he read the first "Jane Eyre", his eyes revealed a deep surprise, put down "Jane Eyre" and roughly flipped through "Great Expectations" for a while, his eyes turned to shock, and the speed of flipping through became faster, each book only looked at a little content, and he also saw the author setting page of each manuscript.

His rich cheeks twitched, and his unrealistic conjectures of yesterday became reality, and there was more than one, fourteen of which seemed to him quite remarkable. Each book has different writing habits, different writing tones and techniques, and very different contents, but they fully reflect certain things and conform to the characteristics of the new literature of this era.

One night! It took only one night to create fourteen books!

Not to mention the shocking world, there is no one before or after in Barron's literary world!

The Earl's heart was in turmoil, and he still had something he didn't believe and couldn't be sure of.

"Unbelievable! Harvey, you spent a night creating all this? Count Henrietta trembled as he held the manuscript of Mary Barton, page by page, his trembling voice containing disbelief in disbelief that Harvey had not seen it last night, and now he took it out in one gulp.

However, each of these books seems to have been written by a different author.

Diana, who was holding Harvey's head, looked at the look on Count Henrietta's face, and was surprised by the stacks of manuscripts on the table.

"Part of it is my previous thoughts, part is my understanding of this era, and part is an improvisation of my creations, which I create separately by simulating different writing habits, and these works are enough to become the backbone of the new literature." Harvey lay in Diana's arms and smiled.

The Count of Henrietta was shocked by the three views, and he was still shocked: "But one night, just one night... How can it be! How is this possible! ”

"Count, you can read this slowly, I'm going to go to the magic shop to buy a potion for rejuvenation." Harvey smiled disapprovingly.

Only then did Count Henrietta realize his gaffe, and turned around and apologized sincerely: "I'm sorry, I'm not questioning your ability, but this matter is too unbelievable. ”

"Of course it's true for the average person, but after reading this, you'll understand." Harvey didn't want to explain too much, and staggered to his feet after regaining some strength.

Seeing that Harvey's expression was not angry, Count Henrietta breathed a sigh of relief and said, "I understand, I'm sorry that there is no potion in the manor to restore mental power, so I will arrange a carriage to go to the city." ”

Harvey raised his eyebrows and said, "I didn't expect it to be so difficult to create so many works at once. "Seeing the reaction of Count Henrietta and Diana, I was secretly relieved, and finally succeeded in pretending.

The Count of Henrietta was incredulous enough to stay in the study of the Rose Manor to study these fourteen books, which was beyond the scope of believing Harvey or not, beyond his common sense, but he was confident that as long as he read these fourteen books, he would be able to judge the truth of Harvey's words.

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The old butler arranged for Harvey to go to the city, and Harvey and Diana went to Norton to buy potions to restore their mental strength.

The carriage stopped in front of a magic shop in Norton, and Harvey looked at the magic shop in front of him in amazement, the store was obviously renovated, and it was very different from the old medieval decoration he had seen when he last came here, with a bright façade and large glass windows to display goods, and when he pushed the door in, it was like entering a small mall, and women in uniformed suits greeted customers with bright smiles.

The salesperson in a women's suit came over with a friendly smile and asked, "Sir, ma'am, what do you need to buy?" ”

"Yes, my husband is a spellcaster and wants a potion to restore mental power." Diana helped Harvey and nodded.

The salesman was stunned for a moment, and quickly glanced at Harvey and entered the inner room to inform the store manager that the magic goods on the shelves were civilian, and the magic potions or magic materials used by the casters were usually much more expensive and would not be easily displayed, and every caster was a VIP of the magic store whether they bought it or not.

When the middle-aged male store manager came out, he was stunned when he saw Harvey, and hurriedly greeted him with a flattering smile: "Oh! Why are you here, Mr. Adrian, I'll prepare a bottle of high-grade potions for you. ”

Most of Norton's magic shops and magic workshops were acquired by the Cromwell Chamber of Commerce, so the decoration style has become so modern, and Ha maintains 40% of the shares of the Cromwell Chamber of Commerce, which is itself the big owner of this magic shop.

Harvey drank the potion from the store, feeling a cool pour from the top of his head, and the headache suddenly improved a lot, and eased, Harvey continued to browse the magic shop to buy some magic materials that could be used. One of the benefits of the Cromwell Chamber of Commerce's acquisition of the Magic Shop was that Harvey could easily buy the more valuable magical materials that were not intended for sale, but were intended for processing or for specific spellcasters.