"And this kind of rule?" Marin turned his head to look at the secretary, who nodded: "Authors who have no love experience have an almost paranoid idealization of love, so it is very suitable for people who write about love, because everyone looks fake, and it will not cause large-scale spread, let alone strong resonance." ”

"It's not Slaanesh's problem." Marin thinks that this pot is too much to be buckled on Slaanein, people want sensory stimulation, not pure love written by a virgin.

"Ah, who said this is what Slaanesh likes, these evil gods only like very strong sensory stimulation, and the purest love between young people is lighter than water for evil gods, and this is done because there is an evil god in our own land, the Lord of Love, you should not have heard of it."

"Indeed." Marin said that this Lord of Love was really unheard of.

"It loves the purest love, and pure affection makes it happy, and when it is happy, it wants to bless others."

"And then people are distorted?"

"yes."

Namarin thought for a moment: "My relationship with my lover is also very pure. ”

"This evil god has no personality, it is just a pure thinking body, a very weak evil god, it will only bless those equally weak targets, and you, as a family member of those two, will instinctively ignore you."

Faced with this answer, Marin slapped his face - in this way, it was not Tzeentch or Slaanesh who blessed that brother as Marin thought, but such a weak guy?

"Is there any way to defeat it?" Marin asked.

"No, it's too weak, and it only responds to the existence of the weak about the emotional aspect, and many times, it doesn't even respond to apprentice children, we never really observe its existence, we only know that it does exist, that's all."

The answer from the secretary lady made Marin scratch his head - can he be an evil god if he is weak like this?

"Such an evil god is too weak." Marin sighed.

"Whether it is strong or weak, unreasonable behavior is the instinct that the Chaos Evil God relies on for his survival, but because its existence is too weak, it can only cause very little damage each time, the Transcendent Realm has different opinions on whether it can be considered a Chaos Evil God, some half-step legendary lords think that this Lord of Love is not an evil god at all, but others feel that the Lord of Love is likely to be a tiny doppelganger of Slaanesh."

This theory Marin felt that it could only be said that whoever said it was reasonable, but in any case, when he thought that the child was not concerned by Slaanesh, Marin had some doubts: "By the way, I have another question, I have heard of a theory, does the tongue bird be happy because of knowledge." ”

"No, the Tongue Bird likes intrigue and trickery, and it is not interested in pure knowledge, although it once usurped the power and priesthood of the God of Wisdom, but with the help of Anonymous, the God of Wisdom took back his priesthood, so if you think that knowledge will enhance the power of the Tongue Bird, then don't worry, in this world, knowledge is still our most reliable power."

"Then why are there so many foolish people in this world, and so many people who have not received basic education?"

Marin was amazed, for the knowledge he had gained today seemed to be somewhat different from what he knew and understood.

"It looks like the church hasn't updated their books in years, and what you know was true in the last hundred years, but with the help of Anonymous, we're far better than we were a hundred years ago." The secretary smiled when she said this: "Don't you think it's strange? ”

"Yes, it's strange, since knowledge is not desecrated by the Tongue Learner, why not teach the commoners knowledge, and how many civilians in those villages have been lured to join the Chaos Sect because they have no knowledge, or have simply been deceived by the Chaos Sect and sacrificed." Marin was curious.

"Because I don't have any money, Lord Marin." The secretary gave Marin such a very superficial and easy-to-understand answer.

Marin was silent, then nodded with a wry smile: "I understand." ”

It seems that the reasons why I want to make money have increased.

Yes, in addition to money, teachers must also be the biggest gap, who can teach knowledge to those who are ignorant, only those who are loyal to their own race, and who can be such teachers?

Marin thought of the orphanage under the name of the Old Hoffmans.

Well, there is still a lack of money, and when the money is used, it seems that the matter of asking old friends of the undead for money is going to be put on the agenda again, what method will be used this time?

Be sure to think of a good idea.

Thinking of this, Marin noticed that the young man walked out angrily: "I said it! I won't write love stories! You asked me to write this from someone who has never been in love at all! Are you trying to starve me to death?! ”

Then Mr. President also came out, and he stood at the door: "You young man really doesn't know what to do, do you know, Your Excellency Marin over there won't let him write even if he wants to!" ”

Marin sat and lay down, but he could only smile and wave: "That's true." ”

"Huh, why?" The young man became curious - after all, Marin was recognized in the circle as a great writer, and he couldn't write, so why could he write himself: "Can any of you answer me?" ”

"Ma'am, don't you want to answer that?" Marin turned to look at the secretary.

The latter nodded, then repeated the words of why he could.

"I'm just starving! Get out of here and be run over by a carriage! I won't write it either! Old man, you're not human! With that, the young man ran away crying.

"You're really not human." Marin looked at the president's yin and yang strange qi.

"Don't think it's great that you killed 40,000 orcs, let's talk about what you're going to write this time." Bringing Marin and the two girls he had brought into the office, the old man changed his glasses and glanced at Matilda and Rivo, "Why do you bring different girls every time?" ”

"Didn't you ask me what I wrote?" Marin took the black tea and took a sip after smiling - well, this time with whiskey.

"Aren't I listening to your explanation, let's say, this time are you going to write about a young girl, how to face all kinds of fraud and protect herself."

"No, I want to write a love story." Marin said.

"No, it's okay for a guy like you with a lot of love experience to write this, beware of a guy who blesses you." The president chose to refuse without saying a word.

"How about you take a look at the outline of the story first?" Marin finished with a smile and took out his outline, which Fio held to the president.

The old man shook his head: "I will not agree, but out of respect for a hero, I can read this outline to the end." ”

The secretary over there asked Big-Eared Fox and Revo with a bunch of drinks, "What do you want to drink?" ”

"Water." Matilda said.

"What about you, Lady Revo." The secretary asked.

"Rum." Rivol said with a smile.

"Don't let her drink, she's still a child." Marin shook his head: "Give her milk." ”

Rivo is not happy.

"Add more sugar." Marin added.

Rivo's eyes narrowed happily when he heard the sugar—the girl's favorite thing was rum and all things sweetened, and Marlin thought about it for a long time, and finally realized that it was the amount of sugar that made the girl feel better.

It's a domestic goblin.

After drinking two sips of black tea here, the president over there read the outline, and the first thing he put down was: "Does the Lord of Love have an enmity with you?" ”

"There is a point that this fellow blessed a poor child, and that poor child was the object of my hunt, and I had to kill him for the sake of the world, so, after I learned that all this was the so-called blessing of the Lord of Love, I felt that I should write this story."

"I'll have to ask the Keepers of the Lord of Knowledge how this outline is with me." When the old president said this, Marin laughed: "Look, I can still write a good love story." ”

"You are a love story, I want to kill you when I read it." The old man sighed.

As if remembering something, he took off his glasses and wiped the corners of his eyes.

"Alright, grab a drink, you can go, I'll have the publisher's messenger come to you in a week." The old man was about to chase away, and Marin drank the black tea with his neck up, took the water and sweetened milk from the secretary's hand, and handed them to Matilda and Rivo.

"Old man, I'll go first."

"Get out! Otherwise, I'm going to do it! ”

Hearing this, Marin turned around at the door with a smile: "Can you beat me?" ”

"Then you can kill me!" The old man didn't say a word, and directly began to pretend to be dead.

Marin smiled and left the office with his girl.

The secretary followed: "The old president doesn't seem to be very happy, what is in your love story?" ”

"Some are the most sincere feelings of youth." Marin said solemnly.

"So, can you tell me what the book is called?" The lady looked full of intellectual curiosity.

"Hmm...... Five centimeters per second. Marin replied.

"If you can make an exception for the president, I think what you wrote must be very good, and I will look forward to it." After speaking, the secretary smiled and went back to the small building of the publishing house.

Matilda, who stayed behind, glanced at Marin: "Marin, you don't look at this like a love story." ”

"Why isn't it a love story, you see, the male protagonist Logan and the female protagonist Mimian have known each other in the church since childhood, and there is indeed a cherry blossom tree from southern Thailand at the entrance of our church, and the speed at which the petals fall is indeed five centimeters per second." Marin replied, patting his chest.

"No, I mean, they separated in the end, how can such an ending be a love story." Matilda looked very worried about Marin's story.

"Isn't it true that you won't be scolded by angry readers if you write like this?"

"Let them scold it, I wrote this to disgust that evil god, he wants to love? I'll give it to him! Marin snorted when he said this: "As for those who want to beat me, it's not me who says, I'm afraid that those who can beat me haven't been born yet." ”