Of course, Furth knew that Ember was an 'apprentice,' but that's all she knew.

Because she only knew that Ember was an apprentice, an official extraordinary.

But in her heart, she thought that Ember should at least be the night watchman of Sequence 8 or even Sequence 7!

After all, the sense of oppression that the other party gave her when they first met was too strong, although there was also a reason for being a thief as a wild extraordinary, but the subsequent Ember confided in her understanding of her curse made her completely mistakenly think that Ember was a strong person above the sequence in the apprentice sequence.

That's why she gave up resisting as soon as she was caught up, and even obediently taught the bracelet.

Because she felt that it was difficult for her to escape from the hands of the 'middle sequence powerhouse'.

But who knows, Ember is actually just an apprentice, and he is still in the stage of 'playing' an apprentice!

Doesn't that mean he hasn't even fully digested the potion?

And he has been in the apprenticeship stage for two years, and his mastery of the apprentice's ability is definitely far greater than that of the other party.

If she had known that this was the case, wouldn't she have run away directly when they first met?

Although at that time, if you ran away directly, you probably wouldn't be able to catch up with Ember.

It won't be able to survive the full moon this time, and it will become a monster out of control.

Instead, being caught by Ember gave her a chance to live.

But Furth's heart was still full of unwillingness.

"You."

Furth gritted his teeth and asked, "When did you become an apprentice?" ”

"About 12 days ago."

Ember wondered why Firth had asked, but replied casually.

"12 days?"

Furth was devastated.

She, an 'old man' who had been an apprentice for two years, was actually caught by a newcomer who had just been an apprentice for 12 days?

No.

Not 12 days!

It had been five days before he had caught himself, and that day happened to be a week before the other party had just become extraordinary.

"I understand everything."

In contrast to the collapsed Furth, Hugh fell into deep thought and wondered, "But, is your approach really useful?" ”

The trick to playing is to play, that is, Ember himself has to play as an apprentice in order to digest the potion.

And Ember is more like a trick in his way now.

He simply asked Firth to sell Ember's book in the name of her apprentice.

That is, Ember doesn't really need to show up from start to finish.

Does this really work?

"Why is it useless?"

Ember said calmly, "Acting is for others to see, as long as others think I'm an apprentice." It doesn't matter if I'm an apprentice or not, or how I'm mistaken for an apprentice. ”

"Is that so?"

Hugh Wenyan looked thoughtful.

Although I think it's a little strange.

But since they were told to play the Ember of the Fa, it should make sense.

"No, I made it up."

Ember said calmly, "I just want to do an experiment. ”

Hugh was choked.

Are you still so arrogant about making it up?

And if you just do experiments with yourself so casually, aren't you afraid of problems?

"Hmph, it's not so easy to make money by writing books."

Firth recovered a little at this point, and glanced at Ember with a slight pride.

Not everyone who writes just two words can become a successful writer like her.

But as an apprentice anyway, she didn't expect Ember to be so good.

But think about it.

Ember gets paid half of the book's manuscript fee.

But if the writing is too bad to earn a penny, then wouldn't she work for nothing and ruin her reputation?

"Tsk."

"Where's the book?"

Furth pursed his lips and asked with some complaint.

Ember pulled out a book and handed it to Folth.

"Where did you get all this from?"

Hugh couldn't help but complain in his heart, this was not the first time Ember had taken something out in front of them.

And she didn't see exactly how Ember did it.

What's more, the other party's clothes don't look like they can hide so many things, right?

"Blizzard Villa?"

Forthth glanced at the title of the book, and felt a little guilty of complaining.

Even the title of the book is directly copied from her "Storm Villa", as if she is afraid that others will not be able to see it, which is enough to see that this Mr. Ember is indeed a real 'apprentice'.

Hum!

Let me, the author of the best-selling book Stormstorm Cottage, teach you how to write a book as an apprentice!

"Then again."

Seeing Firth flipping through the rest of Ember's novel, Hugh asked, "How long does it take for a person to fully digest potions if he knew how to play from the beginning?" ”

"The fastest is one month, the shortest is half a year."

"A month?"

Forth's originally proud expression collapsed in an instant.

How long did she stay in her apprenticeship?

Two years!

Two whole years!

Do you know how she spent the past two years?

If only she had known the acting method earlier, she wouldn't have spent two years in an apprenticeship!

"Wait a minute."

Firth suddenly remembered something, "It seems that even if I digest the potion in advance, it is useless, after all, I don't have the potion of the Sequence 8 Trick Master." ”

Oh, that's fine.

Firth was deflated again, silently bowing his head and continuing to read the novel.

But there was still some indignation in my heart.

Why did it take her two years to fully digest the potion, but it only took a month for others?

Obviously, before this, she thought she was a genius.

No way!

You can't just be angry!

She wants to find fault with Ember's book and let him know who is the boss in writing the book!

However.

By the time she had sulked after reading Ember's book, her expression had suddenly become incomparably exciting.

"You ......"

Firth jerked his head up to look for Ember's figure, but found nothing.

I could only see my friend sitting on the sofa next to me drinking coffee.

"What about the Ember Man?"

Furth asked.

"It's long gone."

Hugh took a sip of coffee and said nonchalantly, "I saw that you didn't bother you because you read well, how about it?" He writes badly? ”

"Oops?"

Firth smiled more ugly than crying, and said dejectedly, "It's not just bad, it's so much better than what I wrote!" ”

"Huh?"

Hugh said in disbelief, "He's a man who writes romances better than yours?" ”

"It's not a romance."

Foirth put his legs together on the couch, put his hands around his knees and buried his head in it, and said in a muffled voice, "It's a suspense novel, without a bit of romance." Really, what the hell did he think? The title of the book is exactly the same, but the content is completely different. In the words of Russell the Great, you can't beat with eight poles! ”

"Forehead ......"

Hugh's expression is a little odd, she has also seen Furth's "Stormy Heights", in which the main character, Lady Sissi, is a detective disguised as a governess, so the novel has some suspenseful elements.

However, there is only a little suspense element.

Even this bit of suspense is a paving for romance.

"Who is the main character of this book?"

Hugh suddenly became interested and asked curiously.

"The main character?"

Furth raised his head and said in a very depressed tone, "There is no protagonist in this book at all, there are only ten people in total, and everyone dies in that 'Blizzard Villa' by the end. Compared to "Blizzard Villa", I feel that this book should be called "No One Survives"! ”

"I'm getting more and more interested when you say that?"

Hugh leaned over and took the book, and began to read it with interest.

"Don't you have to sleep at such a late hour?"

Furth asked helplessly.

"I just had coffee."

Hugh replied casually, but his consciousness quickly fell into the story constructed by "Blizzard Villa".