The person in charge of the National Publishing House in Carterburg was an old man with a white beard. The secretary took Marin and the others into the office. The old man wearing thick black-rimmed glasses motioned for the three of them to sit down, and then motioned for his secretary to go to the wine cabinet.

Over there: "You want something to drink."

"Coffee, put two pieces of sugar." This was Faye's choice.

"Sweet milk." Maya said and yawned. The kitten girl was bored to death all the way here, and it seemed that she would continue to be bored. Moreover, she could not enjoy the comfort of being rubbed on the head by her brother, and she was already bored to the point of explosion.

"Black tea, put some brandy." Marin felt that he should add some emotion, such as ordering a special drink for a certain admiral who was shot by an assassin and his leg artery was shattered.

"What kind of wine do children drink?" Mr. Whitebeard said this - he did not say it to Marin. Instead, he motioned to his secretary to make a cup of black tea, and then looked at Marin as if he was indifferent to the world: "Say

Get up, Mr. Yang Wenli, even though we have met once, it is really incredible to think that the Sherlock Holmes collection was completed by you and... Miss Frederica."

This old man with a white beard obviously knew Faye, but in the National Publishing House, only the president could know the author's real name, and all normal contacts were by the author's pen name.

"No, actually it was all written by Yang Wenli alone. I just provided some information about the central bank." Faye smiled and shook his head.

"By the way, this is..." Because there was an extra little leopard girl than last time, the old man asked curiously.

"My sister, the appearance prototype of the protagonist, just don't care about her." After finishing speaking, Marin took out a stack of manuscript paper from his bag: "This is the plot of the second, third and fourth volumes.

Please take a look at the general direction." After saying that, Marin put them on the desk.

The old man took them and looked through them. Because he looked at them more carefully, he gave Marin a chance to drink black tea.

After reading, the old man put down the manuscript paper in his hand: "You little guys really like to give me, an old man, problems."

Without saying a word, the secretary took out a short-barreled double-barreled shotgun from under her skirt.

Marin had a question mark on his face.

Faye looked at Marin with a question mark on his face.

Maya is addicted to sweet milk and can't help herself.

The old man stopped his secretary's violent behavior with a pen: "Dear Cinderella, put away your gun. The child wrote a very interesting story. I was just sighing in a very normal way."

The secretary smiled, put away the shotgun, and exited the office.

"I hope to write a story that can make readers feel warm. Although Miss Jane and Mr. Holmes are of opposite classes and their behaviors are contrary to each other, their love is sincere and eternal." said this sentence.

At that time, Marin admitted that he was moved by the love story between the giant girl and the human boy - yes, Marin heard that her father agreed to his daughter's last request and let her be buried with his remains.

For this reason, he even gave the commoner boy a righteous name.

Therefore, this sentence was also inspired by Marin.

"Speaking of which, Mr. Yang Wenli, why did you bring the two protagonists in your novel together?"

Marin smiled and stretched out his hand, taking the hand that Faye offered.

No words or explanations are needed,

The old man smiled and stopped asking. Instead, he put down the manuscript in his hand: "This interview has been approved. We will hand over the manuscript for the second volume to the printing house within three days. Leave the rest to us.

, you are now a famous author of Carter Castle, when are you going to hold a book signing,"

"I don't have such an idea yet." Marin smiled and shook his head.

"Oh, why?" the old man looked at Marin curiously and asked.

"Both Frederica and I feel that our current lives are very good, and there is no need to add some uncertain factors to each other's lives, especially when the novels we wrote are so popular."

"I understand. If someone mentions the author next time, I will answer him like this." After speaking, the old man looked at Marin: "Mr. Yang Wenli, although you and Miss Frederica are still young,

But as a senior in the novel publishing industry, I still want to remind you that there are several unwritten rules in the novel publishing industry."

"Please tell me." Marin felt that it was almost a keyword.

"First of all, you are not allowed to write the names of any evil gods in the book. You cannot even forge a false god's name. Only those righteous gods can write it. You can even call the righteous gods by their names." The old man looked at the horse.

After Lin finished speaking, he added: "Do you need me to explain?"

Marin thought for a while and then answered: "The evil god will be affected when I call his name directly; the false name of the god will also gather faith due to the fear of mortals, and thus be unknown to the unknown.

The evil spirits stole this newly established priesthood, and in the name of a righteous god, as long as what you do is fair and aboveboard, the gods will not blame you."

"Indeed, it seems that you kid has some understanding of theology. Combined with the badges on your collars, I really can't believe that this is the so-called genius." The old man sighed.

Faye smiled, and Marin shook his head: "No, Your Excellency, we are all just mortals. I remember some sages said that mortals must have mortal consciousness, which does not mean that mortals must accept their own weakness and helplessness.

It’s about understanding your own weaknesses and strengths, Your Excellency, please continue.”

"Yes, go ahead. Secondly, under no circumstances can the main characters in your novel have any relationship with alien species, except for killing."

There is no need to think about this anymore. Marin smiled and mentioned the previous one: "When I came here, I happened to see a man who wrote, 'A man who sees normal people as aliens because of brain injuries, but sees aliens as normal people.

A story about a guy who fell in love with a different species and was dragged out.”

"He was originally a very good young man and wrote good love stories, but he crossed the line. I thought he would not be so stupid." The old man mentioned this matter with some regret.

"Everyone feels that they have done nothing wrong before they are swallowed up by traps and rules." Marin replied with a smile.

"You really don't look like a child. However, there is nothing more to say. Finally, the relationship between spirits and people is a bit complicated. I personally suggest that if you don't have a pet spirit, you'd better not write something like this.

The plot, because it may mislead children, after all, not all spirits can understand human speech."

"No problem, sir." Marin smiled and nodded.

"It's convenient to talk to a kid like you. Okay, little guy, I won't leave anyone here for dinner, so if you want to leave, you can leave now."

Now that the old gentleman had driven away, Marin naturally got up and led the girls out of the office.

When he walked out of the room, the old man asked: "Can Holmes and Moriarty really get together?"
Chapter completed!