Chapter 6

                                    

                                          
Chapter 6

◎Woman, you are playing with fire◎

"Your creative style doesn't match our magazine, I suggest you vote for another magazine." The gentle young man wearing gold-rimmed glasses said apologetically.

Luo Ya's first submission hit a wall.

Last night, relying on her ability to voice input, she stayed up all night with 20,000 words and wrote the outline of the novel in one go. It just so happened that today was Saturday, and there was no class in the college, so she slept until noon and went to a magazine to contribute.

This magazine is the magazine that publishes romantic novels such as "The Promise of Roses" and "Marriage with the Great Priest, Then Love". It has a great influence among the students in Wangcheng.

But the other party just flipped through the first few pages and expressed regret that she would not accept her manuscript.

"No one wants to read the love story between a village girl and a wild man. Moreover, your writing is not beautiful enough. It is not literary and sentimental, and you look up at the sky at 45 degrees. It is difficult to attract the readers of our magazine..." 
"You can read it again looking at the outline and the subsequent plot, in fact, the real identity of that wild man is..." Luo Ya tried to convince the other party.

"If Her Majesty the Holy Maiden insists on publishing a novel, she can publish it at her own expense," the young man with gold spectacles interrupted her, "This magazine can act as your agent." ... Losing money to publish a book?

Luo Ya shook her head.

Although her daily pocket money is enough to publish a book, there is really no need for it.

Or try another one.

...

"I'm sorry, the title of the book "The Overbearing God Is in Love" is still too advanced." 
"Sorry, your writing style does not match the tonality of our magazine." 
"You only wrote 20,000 words, so the quality cannot be guaranteed. Come back after the full text has been completed."

"Thank you for your contribution, and we will cooperate again next time."

She ran into a wall in Wangcheng all afternoon, until dusk, and finally a small newspaper agency was willing to accept her manuscript.

"What kind of newspaper are you?" Luo Ya asked curiously.

A girl with slightly rough brown hair who was buried in a manuscript raised her eyes and replied, "We are a tabloid newspaper."

Luo Ya raised her eyes and found that the surrounding walls were covered with various photos.

Why is Grand Duke Conrad going out on the street with his mistress who is 30 years younger than him, His Majesty Augustine's vigorous posture hunting in the royal hunting ground has attracted many ladies onlookers, the great priest took off his divine robe and his figure is so good... without her What can't be expected is only what she can't think of.

——The level of technology in this era is similar to the Victorian era in her previous life, and because of the existence of magic, black and white cameras were born earlier.

"The ugly words are up front. It's okay to publish your novel, but the manuscript fee is divided into 10% of the current serial profit." The girl said seriously.

Luo Ya was not short of money, so she nodded immediately, "Okay."

At least this is better than publishing a book with money...

The brown-haired girl showed a hooked smile, and stretched out a hand to her: "Hello, My name is Bev. Nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you too." Luo Ya shook hands with her, "So... when can my novel be published?" "

Our newspaper is updated every Sunday during this time," Bev made a fist-clenching motion, "I'm working overtime today, and tomorrow I'll let your masterpiece spread all over the streets and alleys! So..." "...So?" Luo Ya instinctively felt bad.

"That's what happened," Bev scratched her head in embarrassment, "The newspaper's rent will be due tomorrow, and the employees have all run away because of the arrears of wages...Now the printing fee is also unaffordable."

Luo Ya: "..."

After a long silence, she asked, "Borrow money?"

"Haha, you can buy shares." Bev laughed along.

Luo Ya suddenly felt like she was on a pirate ship.

But it's all here, let's publish an issue first to see the reader's response.

"Is one thousand gold coins enough?"

"It's enough, it's definitely enough!" Bev said quickly, as if she was afraid that she would regret it.

"It seems to be too much, so five hundred gold coins." Luo Ya didn't know the purchasing power of gold coins in this era, but seeing the other party's overjoyed expression, she cut it in half immediately.

Bev: QAQ

"You will be my boss from now on~" As a qualified migrant worker, she instantly bowed at 90 degrees to Luo Ya.

Luo Ya looked back at the knight behind him: "Lamir, give her the gold coins and sign a contract."

Although the saint is the mascot of the temple, the temple can reimburse all daily expenses. The funds within can be withdrawn directly.

Lamir reminded in a low voice: "Your Highness, is this...reliable?"

"It's all here." Luo Ya sighed.

The knight was successfully persuaded, and he took out a bag of gold coins and handed it to Bev, "Miss Bev, please put it away."

"Okay!" Bev was overjoyed, and swore to Luo Ya, "Don't worry, boss, I will never I can run!"

Luo Ya: "You should call me by my name."

"Sister Luo Ya?" Bev said familiarly.

"You seem to be older than me." Luo Ya pointed out, "Forget it, you can call it whatever you want, I will update another 10,000 characters when I go back tonight."

Bev was stunned: "What kind of codewriter is this!"

"No way," Luo Ya spread her hands, with a Versailles tone, "Who will let the god of inspiration favor me?"

Although voice input is possible, not everyone can do such a thing as changing 10,000 a day of. I don't know why, but when she was creating the fanfiction of the God of Light, she was always thinking like a fountain.

Sure enough, xp is the driving force behind human creation!

The next morning, the palace.

Even on a rest day, Augustine did not relax in the slightest. Unlike those tyrants who indulged in luxury, he still kept his work and rest in the army. As soon as his genius dawned, he was already sitting in front of the large black rosewood desk , start processing the transaction. The classic-style floor-to-ceiling windows outline the tall and straight back of the silver-haired man.

"Is there any news from the saintess recently?"

Augustine sat on the luxurious red velvet seat, raised his eyes slightly, and looked at the head of the Royal Knights who came to report the affairs.

The knight commander replied: "Your Majesty, you asked me to send someone to secretly protect the saint, so I followed her news." "

Oh? Let's hear it." Augustine flicked the black and gold color pen in his hand, turned out a beautiful arc.

"..." The knight commander hesitated, "I'll get the newspaper, you can read it and find out."

A quarter of an hour later.

Augustine tried his best to ignore the "His Majesty's Action Triple Shooting While Hunting, This Waist I'm Really Good, Shihasha" printed on the front page of the newspaper, and turned to the last novel serial column, and his mental journey was constantly changing.

"Anonymous author? It really is her style."

"It's good to have a hobby of literary creation, and I will fully support her." "

Why "The Overbearing God Is Loved Hardly"? Wouldn't it be better to change it to "The Overbearing Emperor Loved Hardly" Does it fit the character design?"

"Forget it, let's see what she will write later."

His Majesty the Emperor, who had never read romance novels, was gradually addicted to them and couldn't stop.

"It's really well written! The interaction between the hero and the heroine is ingenious and worth savoring." 
"Especially this paragraph," Augustine commented, "'The God of Light grabbed the girl's slender waist and pressed her against the door. On the night, the cold ice blue eyes turned red, and the voice was low and hoarse: "Woman, you are playing with fire." It is a stroke of genius." It turned out that the saint liked this.

It can also be used when he pursues her in the future.

The more Augustine thought about it, the more he felt it was possible.

"Take a look too," Augustine threw the newspaper to the knight commander, "in three minutes, sum up for me what kind of man she likes."

Knight commander: "???"