In November 10754, the Lion King Capital.

The sunlight penetrates through the windowsill obliquely, shining on the piles of manuscript paper.

The trash can was already full, the small room and the floor were covered with crumpled waste paper. The whole thing looked like a garbage dump.

The author of "The Knight's Guide to Becoming a Good Job" was lying on the desk, asleep, still drooling, holding a piece of manuscript paper in his hand. An empty plate was placed on the table next to it, with a little bread crumbs left in it.

"Wuwuwuwuwuwuwuwu...when will I become famous..." The author whispered in his sleep, and then he slashed his bag on his face with his hands that had just been bitten by a mosquito.

A gust of wind blew in through the gap in the window, blew the paper on the top of the pile of paper. The paper fluttered gently twice, and the next moment, the pile of paper that had lost its balance collapsed and pressed towards the sleeping author.

"Who! Who! Who wants to steal my manuscript!" The scared author struggled to get up from the ground, widened his eyes, and held the manuscript paper in his hand.

After finally recovering, he looked down at the manuscript paper in his hand, put it down, and then picked it up again.

"Damn it! I'm done! I'm done! Hahahaha!"

He changed all his clothes in a few seconds, sorted out the scattered manuscripts, picked up the empty plate, ate all the bread crumbs inside, drank a sip of water, wiped his mouth, and then happily walked out with a thick stack of manuscripts.

The streets are messy, worse than a few months ago. It has been November and the weather has turned cold. There are more homeless people on the streets who are not covered in clothes and cannot eat more than a few months ago. There are roadblocks that are nailed with waste wood everywhere. The author doesn't know who made it or who put it on it, and he can't figure out what it is for.

After all, he is just an author who writes books every day.

When he passed by the bakery, he stopped and found that there were a few more strong men at the bakery entrance than before, and his eyes were staring at him.

"Uh... I haven't had breakfast yet and want to buy some bread, can I?" the author asked carefully.

"certainly."

The four strong men gave way to him, and then he saw the big and thick baker.

Compared to before, his complexion didn't seem to be very good, as if he had hit someone. One of his eyes was swollen and his face was blue and purple.

"What's wrong with you?"

"Someone came to rob yesterday."

“Robbery the bakery?”

"Yes, it's so crazy. I'm right next to me, and they don't even rob the bank and grab the bakery. How about it, how much bread do you want?"

"Give me one, I don't have much money anymore."

"Okay." The baker took a loaf of bread from the shelves: "Ten silver coins."

"Ten... silver coins?" The author was stunned: "Are you kidding? Ten silver coins for a loaf of bread?"

"No kidding, this is the price now." The baker spread his hands and said, "I have made very little money. And you see, I have to hire four bodyguards, so my cost will become very high. Now every bakery must hire a bodyguard."

The author swallowed dryly and asked in a low voice: "Can anyone afford the bread of ten silver coins?"

"Of course there is, but this area is almost gone. Many people have already stocked up food and there is no need to buy or sell. If it is bought or sold, it will be very expensive, and you have no food." The baker said with a humming voice: "Now the rich are moving to the north, and there is a safer place there. At least they will not be robbed. After the production is done, I will not do it anymore and will move the store to the north. If you want to buy bread, you will get it to the north. So, I advise you to buy more today."

The author took out his wallet from his waist and poured out all the money.

"There are only nine silver coins...that's all my money. Can't it be cheaper?"

"sure."

The baker measured it with a ruler, then broke a piece at one tenth of the place and put it back on the shelf.

"Nine silver coins."

"Okay..." The author reached out to take the bread, but was slapped by the baker.

"What's wrong? Didn't you sell me nine silver coins?"

"Yes, but do you want to walk on the road with a loaf of bread like this? I can guarantee that you will be gone if you can't walk two streets." As he said that, the baker took out a piece of grease paper and handed it to Mr. Author, and then took him into the bakery and walked around the alley at the back door.

"Those who walk out of the main entrance of the bakery will be robbed." said the baker.

Helplessly, the author could only walk carefully on the street that seemed to have just fought a war with nine out of ten loaves of bread and his manuscript.

The situation in the Lion King Capital is really, really bad, it can't be any worse.

The baker said that no one robbed the bank, but in fact, it was just that the bank next to him was not robbed. Along the way, the author saw at least two robbed banks. And no one planned to repair it at all, and the robbed bank simply turned into the homeless man's residence.

The streets are full of begging children, elderly people and prostitutes in broad daylight, showing off their charm on the streets.

A pretty girl grabbed the author's hand, looked at him with a longing look, and said, "Just one piece of bread, one piece, I'm willing to do anything for you!"

"No, I don't have bread, I'm very hungry!" The author was so scared that he hugged the bread in his arms tightly.

The whole city is in a terrible game, and whoever starves to death first in the game is full of confusion. It is a numb look, but it can become like a jackal, tiger and leopard in the next moment.

The author was a little scared when he held his own bread. If the baker hadn't reminded him that he would walk on the street with a loaf of bread, the consequences would be unimaginable. But what should he do after eating this bread?

"Not afraid, I still have manuscripts, and I will have money soon!" he said to himself.

...

"Lich Paladin?"

"Yes."

The editor-in-chief leaned against the back of the chair and with a mustache held the manuscript and asked in wonder: "What are you talking about? The Lich and the Paladin duel?"

"No, it's not a Lich who is duel with a Paladin. Lich is a Paladin."

The editor-in-chief of the beard looked confused: "In this way, I'll give you a few minutes and you can briefly outline what you wrote."

"Okay." The author held his bread and said excitedly: "First of all, I merged the two completely different identities of Paladin and Lich. It's very subtle, right? Lich symbolizes evil, and Paladin symbolizes sacredness. However, Lich knights can also become Paladins. A Lich comes from the underground world, is inspired by the divine, and is determined to become a knight! What an exciting thing! Moreover, I completely use Paladin Grey's deeds, and I will not fall for it!"

The author said vividly, and the editor-in-chief raised his eyebrows and listened quietly.

"In terms of writing skills, I think it would be too monotonous if it was just a Lich Paladin. So, I made another black cat, a black cat possessed by a ghost! Yes, the plot would become very interesting. There is also an angel, an angel was infected by a Lich, allowing the Lich to become a Paladin, and the Lich was also persistently moving towards its goal! Of course, after the angel was added, I felt that the plot was not that interesting, and I made another succubus. The power from hell. The voices of the angel and the demon sounded in my heart at the same time, fighting, the story of the righteous Lich Paladin struggling between the battle between gods and demons! Very interesting, and very righteous! Alternative justice!"

"The whole story is quite reasonable. Even after you finish reading it, you will think that maybe Paladin Gray is a lich? That feeling is too subtle, a sensible feeling! Think about it, he has never taken off his armor, you will be addicted to his secrets and can't extricate yourself!"

"We all know that some of the actions of Paladin Gray are difficult to explain, but I rationalized them all with my imagination. Not only that, I also continued. After all, Paladin Gray has not many deeds, and I need enough materials. So, I made up a war on the Aeroy Peninsula. Four Paladin besieged Paladin Gray. After Paladin Gray was defeated, I got the power from hell and defeated the four Paladin! Use the power of hell to practice the divine law! The gray knight struggled between light and dark, for his love, for his own ideals, for his own ideals, to become the Holy Spirit walking on the earth, and to make the whole world a better place!"

After finishing all the words in one breath, the author was so excited that he picked up the editor-in-chief's cup placed on the table and drank all the water inside in one breath, and then asked carefully: "How is it? Isn't it very good?"

"You made up the war on the Iroy Peninsula?" asked the editor-in-chief with a frown.

"Of course, isn't it?" the author asked with a smile.

The editor-in-chief of the beard casually took out a newspaper from the pile of paper next to him and took a photo in front of the author.

When I picked up the newspaper, the author was stunned.

The editor-in-chief touched his beard and said, "This is the newspaper from three days ago."

"But...that's really...I haven't left the house for more than ten days, I..."

Before the author could say a whole thing, the editor-in-chief had already stood up. He walked around the desk step by step to the door, opened the door and said softly: "Listen, I don't like dealing with liars."

As he said that, it was a gesture of "please".

"No! Mr. Editor-in-chief, I really didn't lie to you! Listen to my explanation! It's just a coincidence, and I don't know why it was so coincidental!"

"Then go back and think about why it's such a coincidence!"

The editor-in-chief has already started pushing the author out of the door, and the author grabbed the door tightly, but just refused to leave.

"I don't think about whether it's fiction or not, my story is also good!"

"Not bad? Hehe, sorry, it's so bad! No one would like to have a story like this. How many people would like to see a lich as the protagonist?"

"Don't you find it very exciting to see the Lich going toward the sacred?"

"I don't think so, I think it's so bad. He is not even a man, and he can't have anything to do with beautiful women. What's the highlight of such a story? I think you're just playing tricks on me!"

"No! Master Editor, please consider it again!"

"No need to think about it! Get out!"

The author was pushed out and the door behind him closed with a "bang".

Before the author could recover, the door behind him opened again. The author quickly turned around. However, before he could hold up his smiling face, a thick stack of manuscript paper had already slapped his face.

With a bang, the door closed again.

On the empty street, the author stood alone with bread, raised his head and looked at the publishing house's signboard expressionlessly, and then looked at the latest poster published by "The Secret Paladin" posted next to him. He had no choice but to bow his head and pick up his manuscript one by one.

"What's wrong with the Lich? Can't the Lich be a Paladin? Can't the Lich be sacred? It's too much to even look at it!"

The author walked home in shame with bread and manuscripts.

The wind gradually became stronger, and roar came from the sky, followed by a heavy rain.

The author was forced to run under the eaves to shelter from the rain.

He was surrounded by people, but he was just homeless, and his clothes were all uncovered. There were snoring sounds behind him who had not woken up. Among all the people, he was the only one who looked clean and tidy. This was the clothes he changed specifically to meet the editor-in-chief.

The rain was drizzling, and he stood quietly, staring blankly at the splash of water from the heavy rain, and from time to time he looked at the bread in his arms and the people around him.

"Gugu..."

He cried out, and then he remembered that he hadn't eaten breakfast yet, and only had a little bread crumbs. It was noon.

He quietly found a corner, and he peeled off a little oil paper, carefully covered it up, and gnawed the bread, for fear that the homeless people around him would see it.

"Brother, I'm so hungry..."
To be continued...