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A slightly wrinkled palm lifted a coffee cup with a red and black castle motif from the edge of the dark black desk.

After a few seconds, the coffee cup lost a little weight and returned to its original position, and the slightly wrinkled palm reached for the phone next to the coffee cup and pressed a button.

"Dut...... Toot ......"

When the speakerphone starts, move the palm of your hand near your mouth and gently cover the coughs that come out of your voice.

After three voiceovers, the phone rang with a "grid", followed by a young woman's voice: "Hello, Mr. Lindbyer/Mr. Waldcher. ”

"Hello, Kelly/Miss Charles, what time is it?"

"...... Now"

In the office, Lindebyer frowned, because, after a series of falling objects on the phone, the young woman replied in a slightly flustered and staccato voice: "Now...... It's afternoon...... Three to five. ”

"Very well, Kelly/Miss Charles......" Lindbyer couldn't help but furrow her brow deeper, "Excuse me, do you know what it means to be past three and five in the afternoon?" ”

"Three past five in the afternoon? 3:5 p.m.? …… Yes! Now is the time to start accepting phone consultations! …… I'm sorry! Mr. Lindbyer...... There was a little accident. ”

Mr. Lindbyer had no interest in the "little surprises" and said bluntly: "Kelly/Miss Charles!" I would love to have you tell me that you have informed the gentlemen who have already made appointments. ”

"Uh...... Uh......" After another series of rapid flipping of papers, the young woman replied with relief, "Yes, all the lucky gentlemen have been sent notification emails in the morning. ”

"Okay, thank you very much, Kelly/Miss Charles."

After saying this, Lindbyer waited for two or three seconds, but there was no movement, so he had to ask again: "Kelly/Miss Charles, may I ask if I need to thank you again?" ”

"Thanks? No, no, certainly not ......"

"So, what are you waiting for?" At the end of the sentence, Lindbyer let out a sigh in a visibly rather tired manner.

"Okay, okay, I see, Mr. Lindbyer. I'm sorry, Mr. Lindbyer. ”

Then, without warning, the entire office echoed several times:

"Smack!"

Perhaps, Kelly/Miss Charles, does need a job that is more suitable for her. Cold-hearted, Lindebyer thought coldly for the fifty-seventh time.

A minute later, the phone finally rang.

"Hello......" Lindbyer pressed the hands-free button, "Supernatural Legends, Editor-in-Chief's Office, Lindbyer/Waldcher." ”

A voice that was clearly overly excited: "Hello, Dear Mr. Lindbyer, thank you very much for being able to answer my call in person. I'm Albertas/Magnus, and my friends like to call me the Silent Albertas, and I love it, and I've always insisted on making it worthy of its name......"

“…… I've loved Supernatural Legends for a long time and have always been subscribed. I really like the dark style you insist on, revealing the cruel nature of all kinds...... And...... Thereupon...... So ......"

“…… Because this can make me more deeply understand human nature and life. In particular, the recently published "Cage in the Skyrim" made me ...... But...... But...... Fear...... Sometimes ......"

“…… In addition, I enjoy writing in this area very much, and I have accumulated a lot of writing experience. Of course, I have to admit that there are about some parts of my manuscript that borrow a little bit from the setting of Skyrim...... But...... But...... Approximately...... Once...... That's right...... Mr. Lindbyer, are you listening? …… Mr. Lindbyer...... Mr. Lindbyer? ”

"Yes, I'm listening. Of course, I've been listening, silent Mr. Albertas. Lindbyer reached out his left hand and turned the phone back to normal from just above the sound of a mosquito flapping its wings.

"So, what do you think of what I'm saying? In other words, what do you think? ”

"My opinion? I think? Lindbyer frowned and put down the pen in his right hand.

At the same time, he finally turned his gaze away from the half-finished copy on his desk, "My opinion, silent Mr. Albertas, I also like the nicknames your friends have given you." Also, I think you have three minutes of scheduled call time. ”

"Oh, three minutes! Yes, three minutes! My God! ”

"Silent Mr. Albertas, apart from your nickname, your reading history, your references, your God...... Excuse me, is there anything else you would like to explain? ”

"Other? Of course, I certainly have! ”

There was a distinct sound of paper items such as notebooks being opened.

"Mr. Editor-in-Chief, some time ago, I sent a manuscript to the magazine "Supernatural Legends", can I choose to publish it?"

"Please state the title of your work."

"Cage Gaiden in Skyrim."

A flurry of coughs, and a flurry of sounds that seemed to be choking on a drink.

After a few seconds, Lindbyer took the tissue from his desk and wiped the stains from the desk while saying, "I'm sorry, please ......"

"What? Didn't you pass the audit? In terms of tone, volume, and tone, Mr. Albertas's voice made it clear that he could never accept this 100% fallacy, "This is impossible!" Dear Mr. Editor-in-Chief, I regret to inform you that your editors are not competent enough. Thankfully, though, you still have a chance to revisit Caged Stories in Skyrim. Of course, this must be based on the fact that you have enough self-control to become completely engrossed in the manuscript and lose your mind. ”

"No, it's not that it didn't pass the review, please ......"

"Did you pass! Oh! My God! Oh! My God! My God! ”

The voice was getting farther and farther away, and Linde Baier's heart, just having a little doubt, immediately heard it, and soon there was a louder voice on the phone, "Mom! You'll have to come and hear that my manuscript has been reviewed and will soon be featured in Supernatural Legends sci-fi! My dear! Dear Ellen! My baby! You're wrong! You're finally wrong! Come here, baby! Bring another baby with you! Dear Mr. Lindbyer...... Mr. Lindbyer ......"

"Here I am, silent Mr. Albertas......" Lindbyer continued, taking a tissue from his desk again and wiping the wet marks from his forehead, "I'm sorry I misunderstood." However, I didn't say that your manuscript failed to pass the review, let alone that your manuscript has passed the review. ”

"Mr. Editor-in-Chief......" Albertas said with concern, "do you need me to call a doctor for you?" ”

"Doctor? No, no, no...... I mean, excuse me, your doctor...... Damn it! I mean, excuse me, is the full title of your manuscript "Caged Stories in Skyrim"? ”

"Yes."

"When will you submit?"

"Three months ago, rather...... March 11th, yes, March 11th......" Albertas asked, confused, "is that important?" ”

"Yes, very important." Lindbyer touched the mouse and quickly flipped to the page for the March 11 issue of the new work.

The display screen is densely packed with submission titles. Among them, one-third of the names are all marked with "Skyrim's Cage Gaiden", and the other one-third, some are marked with "Skyrim's Cage Prequel", some are marked with "Skyrim's Cage Story", some are marked with "Skyrim's Cage Biography", and so on and so forth.

As for the remaining third, there are occasional titles that read: "Underground Cage", "Starry Sky Cage", "Skyrim Cage", "Skyrim Light", and so on and so forth.

It didn't take any more time, just a glance, and Lindbyer saw that all the emails on this page were preceded by a small red cross, and there was not a small green tick indicating that it had passed.

After a short moment: "Kelly/Miss Charles, next." ”

As he said this, Mr. Lindbyer had been rubbing his ears vigorously.

Because he felt that part still echoed a symphony composed of Albertas's angry shouting, his mother's persuasion, Alan's nagging, and the crying of another baby.

"Suzu...... Bell...... Bell ......"

"Hello...... Lindbyer pressed the button, "Supernatural Legends, Editor-in-Chief's Office, Lindbyer/Waldcher." ”

"Hello, Mr. Lindbyer, I'm Cosimo/Medici."

"Hello, Mr. Cosimo/Medici......" Lindbyer said, typing the name as he quickly typed out his mouth, then stared at the search results on the display screen and continued: "I like the theme of your New Evolution is very new and the plot is very interesting. ”

"Thank you very much, Mr. Lindbyer......" The voice on the phone, rather calmly, or rather, unmoved, continued the planned rhetoric: "In order not to waste your precious time, I think it is necessary for us to cut back the process of greeting each other. ”

"Thank you for your understanding."

"I received an email from your magazine, and if I am not mistaken, it seems that New Evolution has passed all the reviews and is about to be published?"

"Yes, there is not the slightest problem with your ability to understand."

"Thank you very much for the good news, Mr. Lindbyer. But ......" voice on the phone did not have the slightest hint of joy or excitement: "...... However, if I am not mistaken, it seems that three months have passed since your magazine sent out the notification email? ”

"Yes, your ability to remember, too, is quite commendable."

"Thank you for your compliments, but I still want to ask how long it will be before the New Theory of Evolution is forthcoming."

Lindebyer's right hand, which he placed on the mouse, gently moved his index finger, and the display screen immediately switched to more detailed content of "Cosimo/Mr. Medici".

Oh no! Miss Kelly/Miss Charles, there is a real need for a job that is more suitable for her......

Lindebyer slapped his forehead heavily, and then, although he was alone in the office, Mr. Lindebyer raised his coffee cup and took a sip in disguise, before hesitatingly saying, "I'm sorry, Mr. Cosimo/Medici, but your New Theory of Evolution will take a little time before it is published." ”

"Excuse me, can I hear a more definite answer?"

Damn it!

Lindebyer frowned, and for some reason, he turned down the volume of the phone a little, and after thinking about it, he lowered it a little more by a larger amplif.

"March 2011."

"March 2011? March 2011! In 2011! Damn it! Mr. Lindbyer proved to be very sensible in adjusting the volume, and at the same time, the voice on the phone continued: "Mr. Lindbyer! Please tell me, I must have heard it wrong! ”

"I'm sorry, but you heard me right." Luckily, Mr. Lindbyer's rather embarrassed expression was not visible to anyone.

"Submissions made in May 2009 will only be published in March 2011? …… Mr. Lindbyer, with all due respect, your 'forthcoming' is indeed very impressive. ”

Silent.

After a while, the voice on the phone said in a tone that was not so much calm as restrained: "Mr. Lindebyer, may I ask you, is this time finalized?" Is it possible to change it a little? ”

Belch......

Lindebyer pulled out a little tissue again and wiped his forehead vigorously.

During this time, or rather, since The Cage of Skyrim began to be published in Supernatural Legends, Mr. Lindbyer has been increasingly reluctant to mention to any author when his work will be published.

Since February, as the magazine's circulation has skyrocketed, the editorial office has received more and more submissions of higher quality, and at the same time, as "The Cage of Skyrim" has taken up more and more space, other authors' contributions have to be delayed for longer and longer.

And......

"Mr. Cosimo/Medici, I must tell you......" said Lindbyer quickly, without a hint of pause, without the slightest misunderstanding, "this time has not been finalized, and it may be postponed again." ”

The sound of taking a deep breath.

And then: "Mr. Lindbyer, thank you for your 'soon', thank you for your 'postponement', thank you very much!" Yes, thank you very much! ”

"Smack!"

I don't know if it's an illusion, but when the loud noise came from the phone, Lindbyer seemed to see the pens, nameplates, papers, eye drops, and coffee cups on the table, and beat along with them. In addition, before hearing this loud noise, Lindebyer faintly heard a series of vicious curses, a series of vicious curses that would make the mummy stand on two paws and eagerly climb out of the base of the pyramid to study and study hard.

Lindebyer exhaled a heavy breath of turbidity, and his heart was extremely depressed:

Alas, it couldn't have been worse!

……

At the same time, barbecue the Milky Way building.

A few serious and hard-working apprentices, still practicing hard in the kitchen.

Six trembling monkeys, still babbling in the breeding room.

The unique parasite, finally entering the complete document, gently confirmed the command sent.

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Hoarse trying to get a monthly pass.

Looking up to the sky and howling for recommendation votes.

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