"Meyer, Master Loren asked you to go to his office. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Elle Toronto was a junior editor like Maier and Wren, but unlike a commoner like Mayer and an unfavored aristocrat like Wren, Elle's father was a prominent figure in the Toronto family.

Elle finished relaying Master Loren's words, but she didn't mean to walk away immediately, but tilted her head slightly, glanced at Myer, and asked, "Mel, have you written a new story for Master Loren to review?"

Mel nodded.

"Can you show me?" Ellie's eyes lit up slightly.

"The manuscript is in the hands of Master Loren, I will go to see Master Loren first, if you don't mind, I can show you the manuscript when I come back, or explain it to you. ”

In the face of a beautiful girl, Maier was not rude, because he was also a nobleman, and a noblewoman who was even more beautiful than Elle had also seen it, and behaved appropriately.

But this is not the case for all junior editors in the library.

The Pisa Library has recruited many junior editors, doing simple work, as long as they have a certain degree of literary appreciation, they can participate in the Pisa Library recruitment.

Most of the junior editors come from wealthy merchant families, or the marginal children of the aristocracy.

Therefore, Elle stands out among a group of junior editors, a young and beautiful girl, with an extraordinary family, and has been repeatedly praised by Master Loren.

More than half of the young boys are Elle's admirers.

These teenagers naturally paid attention to Ellie's actions, and when they saw that Ellie, who was usually lonely, took the initiative to say a few words to Meldo, and could smile at Meldo, they immediately began to have some different thoughts in their hearts.

- It turns out that Ellie likes to write stories, well, she has to write a few of them herself.

- Mel, a fool, did not seize the opportunity, but wanted to meet the fallen master first, what a wood, but he is a wood, so we have a greater chance.

- Alas, Elle is interested in Meier, and I have no hope.

The teenagers have a lot of thoughts about the above three, but there are also some people who are not very bright, and at this moment they regard Maier as the number one competitive enemy, and begin to think about the competition plan.

Naturally, Mair didn't know all this, because by this time he had already arrived at the door of Master Loren's office.

Push the door in.

Master Loren took off his glasses and looked at Myer, without much expression on his face, only nodded slightly, motioned for Mel to sit down, and took Myer's manuscript from the other side.

"I've already seen the story, and it's a big change from your previous style, and it seems that this story was inspired by the incident when you were attacked by a witch?"

Maier nodded and replied, "After waking up from a coma, I thought for a long time, I didn't see even the slightest sign before I was attacked, and the witch's attack was so weird. ”

"That scene kept coming back to me in my head, and I can't forget it, and that's what woke me up in the middle of the night from a nightmare, so I constructed a story like this that turned my fear into inspiration. ”

Master Loren nodded thoughtfully, and then asked, "Then how are you feeling now?"

"Now...... I feel much better. A vague smile appeared on Mel's face: "I don't have nightmares since this story was written, after all, good will triumph over evil." ”

"Then, Master Loren, can my manuscript this time reach ......?"

"You seem to be in a hurry to publish on Loren Andrea?" said Master Loren with a smile on his face.

Maier couldn't see what Master Loren meant at this time, but he nodded and replied, "It's something I put a lot of effort into writing, and naturally I want to be recognized." ”

Master Loren clicked on the manuscript and said, "So, Mel Green, can you tell me what your original purpose was for writing the story, why did you want to write the story, or rather, what do you want?"

"What ...... I want?" Maier stole a glance at Master Loren, if it weren't for Master Loren's reputation that had always been good, and the impression of previous contact, he even wondered if the other party was deliberately making things difficult for him.

After thinking for a long time, Maier finally raised his head and said, "Master Loren, I like to write stories, this is my interest, but I also want to be recognized by others. ”

"Stories come from life, but also from imagination, always triggered by a sudden inspiration, and then added to other structures and processes to form a complete story. ”

"I like to write stories, and I will write even if no one approves of them, but that's not the attitude that a real storywriter should have, a story that can be shared is a good story. ”

"I want to write stories, and I want to write good stories, so I want to be recognized by you, and I want to be recognized by Loren André's readers. ”

"Of course, I also want to get paid. ”

Master Loren's long-standing expression finally appeared with a smile that could be distinguished by the naked eye, and said, "Well, a very real and heartfelt speech, especially the last sentence. ”

Mel smiled sheepishly.

"There's nothing funny about it. Master Loren shook his head: "Writing stories is both our hobby and our job, and we should only be proud to be paid for it." ”

"Okay, your story has met Loren Andrea's standards, but the manuscript for the end of this month has been confirmed, and your story will be scheduled for the first part of next month. ”

"Do you have any doubts? If you don't have any doubts, go back, even if you write a good story, but you're still the editor of the Leaning Tower of Pisa, go and do your job." ”

"Thank you, Master Loren. Maier hurriedly got up and bent over, and said, "Then I'll go back first, Master Loren, I really appreciate your recognition, thank you very much." ”

"Don't thank me, you deserve it. ”

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......

The young knight was silent for a long time, letting the whip fall on his back, and did not react in the slightest, as if the whip had not fallen on his back, but on the wood beside him.

Akeli was very unhappy, punishing people, naturally it was interesting to hear the wailing of the punished, what was going on now, there was no pleasure at all, and he wasted his strength.

"Hey, what's your name?" Ackley was a little impatient.

"Bruce Sigri. ”

The corners of Akeley's mouth twitched, and he said, "What a nasty name, well, Bruce, since you've joined the ranks of the Night's Watch, I'll train you, well, just stand here for an afternoon, until the sun goes down, you can't move."

Bruce suddenly raised his head and looked directly at Ackley, and said, "Akeley, I accept your training, but it's not because you chose me, but because it's the Bishop's request. ”

"Your Excellency Bishop is right, this power is evil, but it is powerful, powerful enough to banish all heretics from this world, so I am willing to accept your training, even if it means falling into hell. ”

Ackley squinted his eyes and looked at Bruce coldly.

Bruce continued, "But I'm not afraid, because my heart is light, but Ackley, you're different, your heart is dark, and you don't have the fear of God. ”

"So, even though you are not a heretic, Akeley, one day, I will banish you from this world with my own hands. ”

Bruce's expression was frenetic.

Ackley suddenly kicked Bruce over.