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

"Ding"

When the phone in the office rang for the third time, Lindbyer heard a crisp chirp from the speakers on the desk, similar to the gentle impact of metal. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

A new message is received.

Out of a long-standing habit, Lindebyer took the left hand of the mouse and immediately moved gently. However, as if out of some sudden and strange premonition, Linde Baier stopped the next action and pressed the hands-free button directly on the phone:

"Hello. Supernatural Legends, Editor's Office, Lindbyer/Waldcher. ”

"Hello, Mr. Lindebyer." A mature middle-aged male voice said.

"Mr. Joscan/Mr. Deprey?" Lindebyer used a tentative tone to say this.

"Yes, I'm Joscan. I'm glad you remember my voice, dear old friend. The old friend laughed soothingly, and then said, "It's a pleasure to talk to you again, although I have to admit that this call did go through a rather long wait. ”

"I'm sorry, Mr. Joscan/Depree."

"No, no, you don't need to be sorry." Despite the phone, Lindebyer could still see the unpretentious smile of his old friend, a rather sincere expression: "I mention this not to complain, but to illustrate that there is enough time to solve a lot of problems, including the inquiries I originally planned when I made an appointment for the call." ”

"That's great." Lindbyer said from the bottom of his heart.

"Yes, it's very good. Even better, three days ago, I received an email informing me that my manuscript would be published in this journal. Obviously, as you can surely guess, this is the inquiry I originally planned and the reason why I am happy at the moment. ”

"Congratulations, dear Mr. Joscan/Depree." Whether it was for Joscan, for himself, or for the innocent tissue on the desk, Lindebyer, who felt that his forehead was finally not sweating, had to say heartily again.

"Thank you very much......" said Joscan, "although my doubts have been answered in another way, but now that I have the opportunity to talk to my old friend again, I can't think of any reason to give up." ”

For a moment, Mr. Editor-in-Chief adjusted his sitting position, because he suddenly felt that his new office was too spacious.

Regardless of whether Joscan's words are sincere or have other meanings, in short, in the past few years, as a very powerful science fiction author, as a science fiction author who has always submitted manuscripts to "Supernatural Legends", Joscan's words have inevitably caused some emotion in Lindebyer's heart:

How long has it been since the damned "Archon" came along, since it led to the creation of the damn "Editor-in-Chief Telephone Consultation Appointment"?

"Your insistence is exactly what I want." Lindbyer replied.

Then, they started talking to old friends.

I don't know if it's a delusion, a change in mentality, or because I haven't talked for too long, in the next conversation with Joscan, whether it is a limited greeting about the recent situation, some comments on the weather, or a discussion about the plot, characters, settings, themes, ideas, etc. in Joscan's latest manuscript, Linde Baier always feels that both sides seem to be a little absent-minded.

This feeling lasted for quite some time.

That feeling persisted until Lindbyer looked at the display screen and had to regrettably remind his old friend that the scheduled call time was coming to an end.

Knowing that the call was coming to an end, Mr. Joscan, who had never shown such a talent for "hiding his mind", still insisted on completing a discussion. Then, suddenly, with impatience, in a nonchalant---- obviously disguised careless ---- gesture, he clumsily directed the direction of the conversation to a topic that had apparently been planned for a long time.

“…… Yes, I knew that as a little clever ghost, it was really not suitable to say that kind of dialogue in the circumstances, but I had to sacrifice its personality occasionally for the sake of the direction of the plot. In addition......"

After a fairly smooth self-comment on a character in the manuscript, Mr. Joskan suddenly began to stumble a little: "...... Other than that...... Belch...... Belch...... I mean, in which part of this issue will my manuscript be published? ”

"Which part?" Lindbyer was a little confused.

"Uh......" seemed a little unspeakable, and Mr. Joskan coughed twice before asking, "In other words, where is it published in the magazine?" ”

Lindebyer operated for a few seconds, and on the display screen, a sample of the layout had already been designed.

"Starts on page 223 and ends on page 235."

"What other manuscripts will be presented to our dear readers and friends during the same period?" Both in tone and in content, Mr. Joscan's question indicates that he is more concerned about it.

Although I don't know why Mr. Roskan has such a bizarre performance today. Still, Lindebyer looked at the display screen and gave out a long list of manuscript titles. ---- until a very obvious yawn came out of the phone.

The sudden silence of course made the yawning gentleman immediately realize that his behavior just now was very inappropriate. So, out of disguise or anxiety, Mr. Joskan asked another question quickly, almost without thinking: "Will 'The Cage of Skyrim,' I mean, be published?" ”

As you can imagine, when the name appeared, Mr. Lindbyer's face, and his tone, were not very pleasant: "I don't know ......"

"You don't know!"

"Yes, I don't know. Because the damn 'consuls' always like to send the latest submissions to the magazine at the last minute before the deadline...... Maybe he won't be too late this time. ”

"Oh! My God! Even newborn babies can learn from Mr. Joscan's exclamation the words "envy" and the expression "incomparably envious".

"He's got to send it! He has to be haired! He's definitely going to get it! After envy, Joskan said with great certainty: "For I wonder what terrible punishment the poor prisoner will suffer." ”

I don't want to know at all!

Lindebyer replied between his teeth: "I can't promise you too much on behalf of Mr. 'Archon'. ”

Joskan smiled tolerantly. This topic seemed to make him no longer nervous, so he asked: "Dear Mr. Lindebyer, my old friend, if 'Cage in Skyrim' can be submitted in time---- it is almost certain---- where will it be published?" ”

Lindbyer doesn't need to click the mouse, he can even close his eyes and give the same answer: "From page 242." ”

"First of all, old friend, I absolutely do not want to have any argument with you." Joskan asked, rather incredulously, "However, there seems to be a gap of seven pages between Mr. Consul's manuscript and mine. ”

Sky! I actually forgot that!

"No, it's not blank...... Lindbyer finally remembered something crucial, and finally pulled out a little tissue again, "Antonello/Messi, I'm happy to fill this area with my own manuscript." ”

"Antonello/Messi...... author of the Trilogy "Skyship", "Destiny", "Mission", "Song of Nature...... Winner of all Harlem Gold Awards from 2003 to 2008...... Did he also start contributing to Supernatural Science Fiction? Yes, he really deserves this position. ”

Joskan muttered, his tone very vague. In fact, even based on his own subjective understanding, Lindebyer could not tell whether Antonello should have won the Harlem Gold Medal or the 7 blank pages that are closest to "The Cage of Skyrim".

"Well......" After a slight distraction, Joskan immediately asked, "What about after 'The Cage of Sky', I mean, which author's wish has it been fulfilled?" ”

"Claude/Bernard."

Another well-known name.

As for how loud it really was, it could be easily judged from the sound of Joscan's instant gasp, and the long silence that followed.

"Dear Mr. Joscan/Mr. Deprey, you need not be too upset." After a short while, Lindbyer comforted him lightly: "As long as the time is right, I will definitely arrange for your manuscript to stick tightly to The Cage of Skyrim like ink spraying paper." ”

"But this is the fifth time you've said that......"

Lindbyer's voice was a little embarrassed: "However, you should know that there are only so many famous authors who are famous all over the world." ”

"But you've said that three times too."

The sound of coughing.

……

Damn it!

After finally restoring the phone's hands-free button, Lindebyer's first action was to immediately pick up the coffee cup, and it took two seconds to make it so that there was not even a drop of liquid left in it.

Poor Lindebyer, during the time of the "editor-in-chief's telephone consultation appointment", made all kinds of persuasions, promises, answers, and solved all kinds of messy affairs, it really took too much effort.

In addition, he finally had no reason to stop his right hand from clicking on the new email that had already sounded many times.

"Kelly/Miss Charles, I need a cup of coffee."

With that, Lindebyer cast his gaze on the display screen.

Skyrim's Cage 15

After a long sigh, Lindebyer began to take a closer look.

As the previous fourteen times, Lindebyer revised as he read, and the color of the skin on his face had a rather noticeable process of change; At the same time, a layer of sweat that was no longer wiped off by a tissue appeared on the gentleman's forehead.

This process lasted a full three hours.

That's quite a long time.

It was enough to make Miss Kelly/Miss Charles walk into the editor-in-chief's office and fill three cups of coffee; It is enough to fill Mr. Lindebyer's eyes with some red silk marks; It is enough to prove that this manuscript from Mr. "Archon" has once again broken the record for the number of words.

However, when this manuscript was finally turned to the last line, Lindebyer's pupils suddenly contracted, and immediately, an extremely distorted expression appeared on his face, which was difficult to describe concretely.

The expression lasted for a few long seconds, and, after an equally strange change, it finally became a vaguely distinguishable human smile, roughly akin to a smile of joy.

At this time, Mr. Lindebyer's right hand couldn't wait to press "Confirm Print", and his left hand couldn't wait to grab the telephone microphone.

"David, please come to my office at once...... Immediately! Right away! …… Proofread? To hell with the damn proofreaders! ”

Two minutes later, Mr. David/Smith pushed open the door to the editor-in-chief's office.

"Dear Mr. David, I am sorry. Tonight, your girlfriends, you're going to have to be lonely for a long time. In addition, your wallet will probably have to be a little more burdensome. ”

"Oh! Mr. Lindbyer! Oh! New submission from 'Archon'! ”

David's smile was mixed with a few surprises.

It is not the first time that the "Consul" has been submitted in advance, but Mr. Lindebyer's joke is not an easy situation to see.

Seconds later, David walked over to his desk and took the freshly printed manuscript from a smiling Lindbyer.

Immediately, the surprise on this gentleman's face instantly froze.

His smile was no different.

"Oh! No! ”

Although he had already been mentally prepared, Mr. Lindebyer, who had his hands crossed in front of him, still trembled slightly because of the high-pitched syllables that suddenly burst out of David's mouth. ---- is just like everything else in the office that isn't fully secured.

From Mr. Lindbyer's point of view, Mr. David's hand was shaking violently with the arm that grasped them.

The papers, before they had time to be adjusted after printing, were stacked in reverse order, and the last page was placed on the most surface.

In addition, whether it is Lindebyer/Waldcher or Mr. David/Smith, their eyes are fixed on the last line of the most superficial page.

There were only a few small fonts printed in 30-degree slanted words: Finished

After a long time, Mr. Lindbyer, who was satisfied, took his eyes off the small row of words.

"Supernatural Legends" sci-fi is finally back on the normal track again!

Damn the Archon, at last you can no longer create evil influences!

My bad luck has finally come to an end!

It's over!

Looking at David's depressed face, Mr. Linde Baier was once again satisfied.

The contented gentleman did not realize that since the appearance of Mr. "Archon", his judgment in relation to it was almost never correct.

This time, of course, the same is true.

Or even the opposite.

All.

For example:

The real impact, on the parasite, and even for 1A7489, which had to be of concern, is only beginning to begin.

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