History is like a melodious tune. Historians like to try to draw patterns out of it, and they even thought they could hum it along. However, humming and humming, it will always go out of tune. After all, it's always reincarnated, but it's never repeated.

Sometimes you think the climax is coming, but it falls silent for no apparent reason. Sometimes you think it's a bland transitional chapter, but it inexplicably climaxes. Sometimes it's a 180-degree turn, sometimes it's even a 360-degree turn, and you're surprised to find that it's back to where it is, but you don't know where it's going.

The history of the Celtic continent is even more inexplicable to make people's scalps tingle. Tens of thousands of years of Holy Cult rule, plus tens of thousands of years of what mankind has called the "Dark Prehistoric Age", why do you think strange things have already happened, however, even more strange things have happened.

After all, every day is a new day, and history is always stubborn, moving forward step by step without looking back.

As a result, this gives a lot of people the space to count the words of water, for example, I am in the water now. After all, when you yell at me for, reality is always more magical than that.

In July 10757 of the Holy Calendar, four years and one month after arriving in the surface world, the Lich Gray unbelievably became the true ruler of the Human Holy See, taking control of the Holy See by force. Heaven and hell remain silent about this at the same time. Because Gray the Lich accomplished this feat by following the rules set by both parties.

Years later, when Gray Grugru's Lich identity became clearer to humanity, historians looked at this history as if they were looking at a witty film. Of course, there are very few people who really think so, except for the core personnel of the Holy See. Of course, little doesn't mean nothing.

......

On the outskirts of the Lion King's capital, there are huge manors, shady green trees, flowers, birds, and birds, lifelike courtyard sculptures, and fountains.

Morka, a former down-and-out writer, is enjoying life in a rocking chair in a fancy dress, eating pastries and drinking wine imported from the Duchy of Eden. The little boy Bubbles sat next to him.

By selling several truckloads of "Lich Paladin" to black-robed men of unknown origin, he got a large bag of gold coins that he couldn't imagine. But that's not all. Since the economy of the entire Lion King Capital was still in the beginning of recovery at that time, and all kinds of assets were very cheap, the author bought the property at a low price. As a result, he jumped from a homeless person at the bottom to a rich man with a number of lion kings, and walked to the pinnacle of life.

The gray-haired butler came to him and said respectfully, "Sir, there is one of your readers outside the door who wants to see you. ”

"Let him in. Turning his face sideways, Morka smiled at the bubbles on the side and said, "I feel that I have no motivation in my life, and every day is nothing but enjoyment." Otherwise, I just listen to the praise of my readers. Let's hear what this visiting reader has come up with in his new compliment. ”

Bubbles sat on the sidelines, holding a glass of juice and winking at him.

Soon, under the guidance of the butler, a fat man with a mustache came to him, and the head was two as big as Morca's.

"Sir, the man has arrived. ”

"Hello. Morka greeted warmly, "You may be seated, I heard that you are my reader." ”

The fat man sat down in a chair and stretched out a hand: "You are Mr. Author, right?"

"Yes, that's me. Morka stretched out a hand and shook it with him, "Is there anything you want to do with me?"

"Your writing is so good. ”

"Oh, yes? A lot of people say that, and I'm used to it. ”

"So, I'm here to ask when you're going to write a sequel. ”

"Yike...... Sequel?" Morka was stunned for a moment: "Which book are you reading?"

"This one. The fat man took out a crumpled copy of the Lich Paladin from his pocket and handed it over.

Morka flipped through it and sniffed it with his nose again: "You see, it seems to be a pirated copy." ”

"Yes. ”

"Then you should go to the pirates and ask them when the sequel will be released, and honest authors will not be responsible for pirated readers. ”

"I looked for it, but the pirate was out of business. ”

"Hey, that's good news. Morka was overjoyed: "Why did the pirate chamber go out of business? Is it because it has done too many bad things and is it damned?"

"Nope. The fat man replied, "It's because your book is printed too much, it doesn't sell, and then it goes out of business." ”

"Uh...... I've put the pirates out of business?"

"I think so......"

The atmosphere suddenly became a little awkward.

Morka smiled and said, "Anyway, I won't be responsible for pirated readers, please go back." ”

"Then I'll buy the original. The fat man took out two gold coins and put them on the table: "Can I be responsible for myself after I buy the original version?"

"No, it's too late. Lich Paladin is sold out. You can't buy it. ”

The bubble on the side whispered, "Didn't you print another 2,000 copies and put them in the basement, and none of them were sold?"

"Those are not going to be sold! They are my collectibles! I will not sell them! Butler, help me get this pirated reader out!"

"No! you can't do that! you can't do that——!"

......

After a few moments, the reader was finally chased away. Morka sat in the courtyard with a blank face.

"You just don't want to write a sequel, do you?" asked Bubbles in a whisper.

"Yes. Morka frowned and thought for a moment, and said, "Aside from the Cardinal, this is the only living Lich Paladin reader I've ever seen. Still a pirate reader. I wondered where those books had gone...... Why not a single reader. Didn't the cardinal say that a million pirated copies would be printed? Also, who is the black-robed man who bought the book?"

Morka was silent, and so was Bubbles. The courtyard was quiet.

After a long moment, Morka let out a long breath and said, "I may never figure this out for the rest of my life. Forget it, whatever, the gold coins are real. We're living well enough now. ”

"Don't you want to write anymore?" asked Bubbles.

"Why do you want to write it?"

"Don't you want to be the greatest home? That's your dream. Bubbles mimics the way Morka spoke: "It's like a god to write wonderful stories, take root and sprout in people's hearts, and create a fantasy world." ”

"No, my dream is to eat and die. Morka corrected, "Truth be told, the greatest family doesn't have as much money as I have now. Most of the people who write are miserable, they have no regular income, their wives will divorce them, their children will complain that they don't have time to accompany them, maybe because they insist on writing, they will be said to be not doing their jobs, they will be sent to a mental hospital, and they will be poor and sleep on the streets and become beggars at any time. And the great family is a beggar leader at best. ”

"Paladin Gray has already had a lot of stories, don't you think you should continue that story?"

"No, I don't have any intention of doing so. I'm now completely sure that no one likes to read that book, so why should I write a book that doesn't sell?"

"But you said it was the best book you've ever written. ”

"It was just a delusion of the past. ”

"So what are you going to do next? That's how life passes?"

"Maybe I can print a batch of old books myself and then take them out for promotion, and it doesn't matter if it's low or losing money. So that more people will praise me. Of course, you must not take a book that is not finished, because they will rush to change it. Hahahaha. You are my lucky star, and with you I will meet good things. The life of rich people is always so boring, and they just think about having fun every day, which is really boring to the extreme. However, thinking about the hard life in the past, I think it is acceptable to be a little boring. After all, there is no such thing as the best of both worlds in life? And, even if I were to write this time, I would definitely write "The Paladin and His Seventy-Two Wives" or "My Grandma is a Paladin" or something like that. "Lich Paladin" who wants to continue it, it won't be me anyway. ”

Looking at the eloquent Morka, Bubbles frowned helplessly.

......

At night, Morka's mansion was brightly lit.

Morka has dinner with Bubbles.

Intricately carved dining tables, rich carpets with fiery red inlaid gold edges, gilded candlesticks, and walls hung with famous paintings. This decoration is definitely not comparable to the Lion King's Palace in the past, but compared to the residence of Baicheng Irene, it is even better.

A variety of exquisite delicacies filled a large table, and the two people, who had long been accustomed to this luxurious life, ate silently.

After eating, Morka picked up the bell on the table and shook it.

There was no movement.

Shook again.

Still no movement.

"What's the matter? what about dessert after dinner? Where's my dessert?" Morka shouted, still silent.

Bubbles bit her fork and sat on the sidelines and watched.

Somewhat annoyed, Morka stood up and walked towards the door.

"With so many people, no one hears me, do you want me to go to the kitchen myself?" shouted Molka, reaching out and opening the door.

Suddenly, the moment Morka opened the door, a gust of wind blew, and the candles of the entire house were extinguished. Quietly.

Morka shuddered, her eyes widened.

Looking at the dark corridor, he muttered, "Why is there such a strong wind in the room?"

After thinking about it, he shouted again: "Someone! Don't you notice that the candles are all out? Why don't you hurry up and light them?"

The house was still quiet.

Behind him came a bubbly trembling voice: "Morka......"

"What?" Morka turned his face away. Through the moonlight shining through the window, he saw Bubbles pointing in fear to the other side of the table, where Morka had been sitting.

Morka froze, and cold sweat began to break out on his forehead. Little by little, he turned his face sideways and saw a dark figure sitting in his place.

Gray cloak, depressed hood, invisible face. And the white, slender fingers that peeked out of the sleeves in the dim light...... Or the phalanges.

Today happens to be a scarlet night, and the scene in front of me is indescribably terrifying.

"Who are you, why are you here——!"

Morka sat down in fright and screamed.

"Readers. A voice rang in his head.

"Readers? What book do you want to do?"

"Lich Paladin. ”

"You're also a pirate reader?"

"No, I'm looking at the original. ”

"No——! you talk nonsense, no one likes to read that book at all!"

"You're right, I'm not human. The red moonlight shone obliquely, and the black shadow brushed open his hat, revealing a bare skull: "Mr. Author, please allow me to introduce myself. My name is Brutus, and I'm a lich. ”

Bubbles rolled her eyes, fell straight from her chair, and fainted.

"Lich——!" Morka ran away, and was about to go out, but he slammed into another dark shadow.

The black shadow also pulled down his hood, revealing a bare skull and a row of white teeth: "Hello Mr. Author, I'm Simon, and I'm your reader." ”

When Morka turned around, he saw a skeletal head hanging from the ceiling, looking at him upside down, red soul fire burning in his eyes.

"Hello, I'm Lucy. ”

What does it feel like to be an ordinary person and suddenly surrounded by three lichs?

Sorry, it's not three, in the distance, Morka has seen one by one, more dark shadows are emerging in all corners of the corridor, all corners of the hall, densely packed. By the moonlight, he could clearly see the bare skulls and colorful soul fires.

Well, a bunch of lichs.

Morka hurriedly took off the cross pendant around his neck and lifted it. As a result, Lucy was snatched by Lucy, who was hanging upside down, twisted into a ball, and returned it.

If you can't fight, you can't run, and the only choice at this time is to faint and then leave everything to the Holy Spirit to decide.

So, Morka's eyes rolled and he was about to faint. However, Brutus hooked his hand, and the eyes that had been turned back were forcefully turned back, and the two were at a stalemate for a while, and finally, Morka finally gave up...... Didn't faint.

Now I was completely hopeless.

The blackened lich had already surrounded Morka, shadows hanging over him.

"You, what the hell do you want to do......" Morka shuddered, sweating like rain.

"We've been waiting for a long time, and you're not writing the Lich Paladin Sequel, and the Lich Council is very disappointed. So I had to stop coming up to talk to you. The lichs replied.

Yes, Catherine, Vivien, the editor-in-chief, everyone is right, almost no humans like to watch the Lich as the main character. But the lich likes to watch...... It's embarrassing.

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