In the evening, after parting with Edith, Harold returned to his rented house alone. When he entered, he found Lilina sitting on a chair in the living room, smiling at him.

Harold pouted, coming home tonight to drink wine and enjoy dinner alone. After dinner, pick up a book of stories about this world and read it. At the end, it is a beautiful thing to sleep peacefully in a quiet room.

But it's not so nice to have such a plan to enjoy life interrupted.

Harold asked, "What are you doing here quietly today?" As he spoke, he guessed that Lilina would probably find another very out-of-the-box excuse to prevaricate herself.

Who knew that this time Lilina was sitting on the side, and she stretched out her palm to Harold: "Senior, what about things?" ”

Harold was slightly stunned: "What is it?" ”

"The last time I came to my senior's house, didn't I tell my seniors that I was now the head of the school magazine, and I wanted my seniors to write an article about the civil war in the Salga Empire."

"Ahh Harold suddenly realized. "This! I didn't write it, and I don't want to write it now. ”

After Harold finished speaking, he lay on the sofa and buried his face in the sofa, looking like "Lao Tzu is very tired, don't bother me with such a trivial matter".

Lilina was so angry that she walked over to Harold, who was unsuspectingly exposing his back in front of her, and slapped Harold on the buttocks.

"Senior, I've killed five manuscripts for you. Therefore, there has been no analysis of the imperial civil war in the 'major international events' column of the school magazine, and some students have written to ask why the school magazine has avoided talking about the affairs of the Salga Empire. You also know that there are a lot of students from noble backgrounds in our academy, and they are very concerned about this. ”

Harold slowly turned his head, lay his head on the sofa, and said softly, "Lilina, you can't see what kind of considerations the Imperial Central Army has in order to march so quickly, right?" If I had written from my heart, I would have criticized that old guy named Jeff Carion. And the students of our academy, who think that they are from an aristocratic background, like to look at things from a big picture, and the residents who live on the west bank of the 'Emerald River' are drowned, and they don't even need to hear the noise. Except for a few people whose own property was affected, they would only praise the Imperial Central Army for its proper planning and quick extinguishing of the unrest and the like. So, I think it's not good for them to write according to their own hearts. If I don't write according to my heart, I'm not happy. Don't write it at all, you can just pick a publication written by someone else and go to it. ”

Lilina sat on the edge of the couch and bent over Harold's face, looking at Harold with big golden eyes, and laughing.

"Sure enough, it's the style of my predecessors, and I won't write it if I'm not happy. But I don't think my predecessor is a person who can be compassionate. Lilina said with a smile. Just looking at the performance of this war, the predecessors felt that the Salga Empire was probably coming to an end. This is the true thought of the seniors, and it is precisely because the seniors understood it that they conceived how awkward? ”

Harold twisted his neck slightly, and it was effortless to talk to the smart people, and he sighed:

"You're right, that's the real reason. Why should the young prince Durin Bart and the veteran Jeff Carrian, who are sitting on the powerful Imperial Central Army, take the risk of a quick victory? A high-intensity, long-range march that quickly brings down Freddie Barth, even if it might induce a flood and sacrifice thousands of citizens? On the face of it, Durin Barthes, who occupies the capital, will win more and more as time goes on. Then there is only one possibility, the financial deficit and the festering of local rule have left the central empire with the materials and wealth to ensure a large number of field legions for a long-term offensive. They must take advantage of the overwhelming superiority of the Imperial Army in the fighting power of the Central Army to quickly put an end to the battle for the throne. Once it drags on for a long time, the attacker's Durin Bart himself is likely to finish the game first. And with a quick victory, the Imperial Central Army is sure to win. ”

"This giant is still strong on the outside, but on the inside it has eroded to the point where it cannot support a steady and long-term battle. In the future that can be seen, the land of the north will bloom with flowers of blood. ”

"You say, if I really wrote it. The people with the imperial aristocratic background of our academy are still angry and trying to catch me, the 'prophetic wizard'? ”

When Harold finished speaking, he smiled wryly and buried his head in the couch again.

Lilina said: "Eh, the predecessors are really rigid, so they won't write a fake?" ”

Harold, with his head buried on the couch, muttered, "No, no, it's not my style to write things that cause trouble." ”

Lilina bit her lower lip, and her eyes blinked a few times: "Senior, your college grant application is not written with any features. When I handed it to the student council, I wondered if I could get through. It's more reliable to write fake analysis articles. ”

Harold immediately scrambled to his feet, sat down on the couch, and shouted, "Featured? I've heard that the application letter in the academy is not sold badly, right? For example, my father is not good at running a leather factory, so he ran away with his stepmother and a few young mothers. Or if the family's estate suffers a disaster, they must first pay rations to the planters. Or, recently, a group of robbers has been entrenched in the mountains near their hometown, and the family has to organize a militia and gather mercenaries to fight the robbers. In short, in any case, I have to express the dilemma that the cost of living has shrunk seriously and the comfortable life of raising a few little girlfriends is almost unsustainable. ”

"Hahaha, wonderful! The seniors are very correct, and it seems that they know a lot about how to write general patterns. Lilina said. However, Marina, the head of the Finance Section of the Student Council, has a very average relationship with me. It's not a bit distinctive, I'm afraid I can't bypass her and ask our president Lamir to review it directly. ”

"Marina...... All right. Then what the hell should you write to me as a staff officer. As soon as Harold heard this name, he remembered that he had lectured her cousin in public some time ago, and there was some conflict.

Lilina looked at Harold's face, and she said very seriously, "Senior, I'm afraid you don't know that our student council president, Rektaran Lamere, likes strange people and things. ”

"Strange?" Harold recalls that when he was a student, he had seen the spectacled boy on the rostrum from afar. "That four-eyed likes this kind of thing, I remember he spoke like a man when he was on the podium."

"Well, President Ramil is a man with quirky interests." Lilina nodded, and she leaned in to Harold and whispered in his ear. "It's better for seniors to write like this, just write that their lives are very poor, and their looks are comparative.... It's special, and I almost embarked on the road of women's clothing. ”

"Ha ?!!!!" Harold was startled and almost jumped up.

Lilina is still very serious about following the path: "The seniors can start from this aspect, for example, to describe how poor they are, and the beautiful colleges of the seniors are famous...... I guess it's better to hint at the seniors that I have the urge to wear YJ at some point. ”

"What?! What do you say?!! Harold almost spat out a mouthful of old blood, and if it weren't for the girl sitting across from him, his iron fist would have slammed into it.

"It's the current president of the student council of our college who likes this, so we have to do what we like."

"That four-eyed boy who looks very good at pretending to be serious likes women's YJ! It's a great hobby. ”

"No, it's not it. It's President Lamir who likes the odd. I guess I should write like this, senior, do you write or not? ”

"Don't write! Who am I, Harold Vasa?! I just don't have money to buy alcohol to drink every day, and I can't write. "Harold was categorical.

"Really?! That's a full forty gold coins! It's several times higher than the cost of writing a school magazine! Seniors really don't want it? ”

"..........." Harold would rather die than give in.

"You know, this money is enough for my predecessors to build a cellar and then fill it with all kinds of delicious wine."

"............" Harold's delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly, and he turned his head away from Lilina.

"Okay, since the seniors are so insistent, then I'll reluctantly hand over the original version of the seniors. It's just that I can't guarantee that it won't work. ”

After a while, Harold turned his head to stare at Lilina, and he made up his mind: "........ Never mind. The eldest husband can bend and stretch, can't I write one against my will? Ahem, my good schoolgirl, except for that four-eyed boy, you must not show it to unrelated people. ”

"Don't worry!" Lilina smiled, like a silver bottle bursting, and the breeze blowing the willows.