Chapter XXVII: Robinson Crusoe

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Since Mel agreed to a month's vacation, he would not interfere, and since Flower Cat was able to establish a network among the nobles' cat group, it was also a good thing to inquire about information.

After pondering, Maier took out a pen and paper and sat down at his desk.

After much consideration, Mel decided to bring Robinson Crusoe into the world, partly because he liked the story very much, and secondly, because he could barely relate to his own trip.

It's the same one's travel, but one is in the savage society, and the other is in the human society, but for those nobles, the remote area is actually similar to the reckless land.

In the first chapter, Robinson's boat is in an accident and a man is washed up on an island by the sea, and his food and tools are extremely limited, and it is not easy to survive.

For an entire week, Mel spent revising the story in order to bring it closer to the world and to make people as little as possible about its origins.

The Writers Guild of the Middle came once, and it was an older man who probably held a position in the association, saying that he wanted Maier to join the association.

Maier did not refuse this invitation, and by joining the Writers Guild, his worth would rise further, and the stories he wrote would naturally receive a more generous remuneration.

And if you want to become a full-fledged mage, it costs a lot more gold than becoming a high-level mage apprentice, even if it is ten times more.

High-grade magic materials have always been synonymous with expensive.

He paid an entrance fee of two gold coins, received a set of clothes exclusive to the Writers' Guild, and a bronze badge, the lowest rank of badges, on which there were silver, gold, etc.

A week later, Maier entered the Pisa Library again with his finished manuscript.

The young junior editors looked at Maier with strange eyes.

This teenager, who was just like them, and even inferior to them in many ways, has now become an existence that they can only look up to, and this change caught them off guard.

Except for Wren and Ellie, no one else knew what attitude to put towards Mel.

A sixteen-year-old master author, a sixteen-year-old member of the Writers' Guild, a sixteen-year-old boy who was already famous among both the nobility and the commoners.

Young people are particularly unconvincing, even if they know that they are invincible, they will not feel that they are inferior to each other, as long as they give themselves time, they will definitely be able to surpass.

But the gap between Mel and them was too great, and the gap was enough to discourage them.

Since you can't come to a battle with high morale, how about softening your posture and currying favor? As the saying goes, only by understanding the enemy can we defeat the enemy.

If you are an experienced person in society, such a move may be natural.

But the young junior editors are not, they disdain this kind of behavior, and they feel that if they do, then it is a shame, a shame that will not be washed away for a lifetime.

So Mel was watched by all the junior editors, but no one stepped forward to say a word to Myer, and when Myer's eyes were cast, they would immediately look away.

The middle and senior editors looked at Maier with complicated expressions.

"Hello, Master Loren. Mel knocked on the door and came in, politely greeting him.

Master Loren nodded: "Sit." Then he gestured to a package placed on the corner of the table with his eyes, and said, "This is your last remuneration." ā€

Maier glanced at it, measured it about a little, and found that it was more than expected.

Master Loren noticed the manuscript in Mel's hand and asked, "Is there a new story?"

"Yes. Mel nodded, "I've been in Sunset Town for about two months, and I've been in the mountains several times, and I've had some inspiration to write a new story. ā€

With that, Maier handed over the manuscript and said, "Please also ask Master Loren to help me read it." ā€

Master Loren immediately began to look through it, and since the last "Ghost of Canterville", Master Loren has had higher expectations for Meyer, a teenager who can write good works.

Maier did not disturb Master Loren, and sat quietly waiting.

An intermediate editor came over, looked at Meyer, then at Master Loren, smiled at Mehr, and then put the manuscript in his hand in a corner of the table, and left quietly.

Time flies.

Finally, Master Loren closed the manuscript and rubbed it for a moment before he looked up at Meyer: "The writing is not as amazing as 'The Ghost of Canterville', but the story is much stronger." ā€

And this story is very innovative, and it can also touch people, not moving, but feeling the loneliness of living alone, very depressing. ā€

But from another point of view, there is the exploration of new worlds, the freedom of one, the romance of one's travel, and the joy of adventure life. ā€

"Different people will have completely different feelings when they read this story, and Mel, I have to say, you have really improved a lot, and to be able to write this story, you are already a veritable master. ā€

Maier smiled a little embarrassedly: "Master Loren has won the prize." ā€

"My comments are objective. Master Loren shook his head and said, "This story can still meet Loren Anderson's standards, so, Meier, are you still willing to publish it in Loren Anderson?"

"Of course I do, it's my pleasure. ā€

"No, no, it's Loren Anderson's honor, and a story like this, no matter where it's placed, can be featured as an important article, and they'll be eager to read it. ā€

Master Loren accepted the manuscript and said, "Compared with other journals, Loren Anderson's remuneration will not be too high, because no matter how good the story is, it will not increase Loren Anderson's sales." ā€

"But the value of a good story is not buried by this, and I don't know if you're interested in having a book of your own, rather than serializing it in a journal. ā€

"Publish a book?"

"Yes. Master Loren nodded and said, "You now have five stories, the first three are too short to be combined with the Ghost of Canterville, and Robinson Crusoe can be combined into a single book." ā€

"Of course, Robinson Crusoe remembered after the serialization was completed. ā€