Culture Conquers Foreign Worlds

"In politics, there are no people, only ism, no emotions, only interests. In politics, we are not killing a person, but removing an obstacle." The conversation between Villefort and Noirtier and his son easily decided The life and death of a person exposes the cruel and cold nature of politics. Pulan, who was deeply impressed, couldn't help but applaud this sentence. The manuscript in his hand became thinner and thinner, and Pulan realized that he had read more than half of it unknowingly.

　　 Damn it! Why is this novel so short!

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"I have lost everything that is worthy of nostalgia in my life. The **** of death is smiling at me and inviting me to sleep. I voluntarily died. I died of exhaustion. It was like in those few nights, I walked around. After walking back and forth three thousand times in this dungeon, I fell asleep with despair and hatred. I was trapped in desperate loneliness and tortured me. How much I want to be with my dear father, my beloved Mercedes. Meet, but no one listened to this plea, even if it was a mumbling."

　　 Edmond’s desperate murmur in the dim and humid prison touched Pulan’s heart. Like Edmond, he prayed for a miracle to save the poor sailor.

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　　 The "Count of Monte Cristo" review work went on until noon, and he came back to his senses when his colleague called Pulan to eat together. He stared at the messy font in the manuscript, and the feeling of nostalgia in his heart did not dissipate for a long time.

Edmund Dantes was imprisoned in prison, and the words were filled with despair and madness. In just 50,000 words, the plot was coherent as if a huge net was opened. No, the whole sky collapsed and fell as the plot unfolded. As a reader, he stood on the plain and watched the sky collapse little by little. He couldn't breathe, trying hard to think about every character, the meaning of every sentence, and to speculate on the development of the subsequent plot.

　　 When he came back to his senses, he was curious about Edmond’s encounter with the mad priest. What role would this character play in the novel? Can Edmond be rescued from despair? What happened to Edmond's fiancee, Melcedes, and who was it that framed the protagonist? Pulan can infer it from the clues of the handwriting, but he can't figure out the meaning of this setting.

Even Pulan, who graduated from university, has never been exposed to such a peculiar novel with a passion for literature. A strong feeling told him that this novel is likely to create a new genre and become a fierce development of literature. Another great fire of the times!

　　 This kind of work is beyond the limit of excellence, and Pulan himself cannot complete a specific evaluation of this work.

　　 But there is no doubt that such works should not be buried, and should not even be watched, he felt ashamed.

　　 Pulan's unrestrainedness towards Motley disappeared, turning into respect and gratitude. If he wanted to, Motley could take over the review of the "Count of Monte Cristo" novels, but he did not take advantage of Pulan's fault. While ashamed, he also had lingering curiosity in his heart. Is this kind of work really the creation of Harvey Adrian, a famous **** in social circles?

"The plot of the work is methodical and powerful. It is difficult for the average novelist to achieve this level, and the conversation between the characters can be written by a mere aristocratic son? God, it's not right! It's because of Harvey. Adrian spends many years in the social world, so he can understand people of different classes."

Recalling his first impression of Harvey Adrian when he met Harvey Adrian, Pulan became more and more certain in his heart: "With such observation and insight, he is absolutely impossible to be as simple as the rumors. I must apologize to him, and Must thank Mr. Evelyn."

　　 After eating, Puland formally apologized to Motley under the surprised eyes of many reviewers and submitted an application for additional publication.

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Harvey completed the creation of "The Count of Monte Cristo" with 6,000 words. Since the submission of "The Count of Monte Cristo", his burden has been much less. Anyway, the speed of writing and publishing more words is determined by the publisher, and the publication of "Mont Cristo" "Earl" has greatly affected his confidence after the event of losing the election. If you are not sure whether it will be published, don't dream of winning the Leonard Award.

　　 He was prepared for the worst and wrote an invitation letter for Diana Cromwell to have a meal together, ready to be sent out at any time.

　　 Now that he is prepared for the worst, Harvey is in a much lighter mood, and he is ready to go out for activities and find things he is interested in.

When he walked through the corridor, he found an empty room with the door open. When he walked over, he saw Shirley sitting in the center of the room. She was tall, and her maid’s dress that was ordinary in this era exudes amazing classical beauty. , Shirley looked at the drawing board in front of her, bathed in the sunlight from the window, and the temperament was more dignified and elegant. Harvey believed that even a highly skilled artist would not be able to paint this scene.

　　 Close to the past, Harvey discovered that Shirley was painting himself, and he used the way of sketching to paint the expression of his expression when he created "The Count of Monte Cristo". His superb painting skills are comparable to some professional painters in the field of sketching in later generations. However, because of the pursuit of perfect details, Harvey's expression or bedroom background is too large and small, but when you look at it, you will feel that the level is a little chaotic.

Harvey knows that Shirley is interested in painting, perhaps because she has a trace of elven blood, she has excellent talents in painting and music, but the Adrian family has not fallen behind, and Harvey Adrian is also Sell ​​the only piano in the family and can't afford the paint for painting.

　　 There are still some drawing boards piled up in the corner of the room, all of which she has created in recent years. Shirley has to take care of this big house. It is usually difficult to find time to do what she likes. It takes several months to draw a picture.

　　 Noting Harvey's arrival, Shirley stopped the pen and turned and bowed to him: "Master."

　　 Mingming grew up together since childhood, the relationship between the two is not very good.

　　 Harvey looked at himself in the painting and clapped his hands and admired: "The painting is good, don't care about me, just continue to finish."

Shirley nodded lightly. Harvey picked up the drawing board stacked in the corner of the room and discovered that Shirley’s paintings were basically his own. Each one has subtle changes, especially the one currently painted by Shirley, even though The appearance is the same, and at first glance, it is difficult to associate the same person with these drawing boards.

　　—Do these paintings represent their own image in Shirley's heart?

　　 Harvey touched his chin and asked, "Shirley, do you have anything other than portraits?"

　　 "It should be no problem. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com has also tried painting still life before."

　　 Harvey opened the wooden window of the room, looked at the street scenery outside the window and smiled and said, "So how about drawing the scenery outside the window? Maybe it will be useful for my novel."

　　 Shirley came to Harvey's side and looked at the street scenery together. The buildings are generally not high, and the surrounding scenery can be seen very well from the height of two floors. She squinted to see the pedestrians and buildings on the street, and her look seemed a little hesitant.

　　 Harvey looked at her hesitantly and thoughtfully.

　　 Leaving the mansion, Harvey wandered around in this British Victorian style city, purposefully looking for traces of magic.

　　Magic is not a legend in this world. As far as he knows, the shops will sell items related to magic. If he can learn magic self-protection ability and identity, he will definitely improve.

　　 After shopping several streets, he finally found a shop with a weird style.

　　 "Magic item house? This is magic."

The shop is very small, only the size of his bedroom. It is located in a quiet and unmanned street. The glass cabinets display all kinds of strange things, including animal skulls, colorful gems, branch staff and some steampunk flavors. small toy.

　　 Pushing the door in, I saw a fat man with a tired look sitting in front of the counter. Even if the guests came to the door, he didn't even stand up to say hello. He glanced at Harvey and continued to be in a daze.

Harvey took off his hat and nodded politely to him. The shop owner didn’t ask anything but made him feel relaxed. He started to browse the products with relish. The items sold in the shop were marked with names and specific functions. Most of them were low-level for casting spells. Materials, after walking back and forth a few times, Harvey found something he was interested in.

　　 A spell book that records zero-order spells [magic tricks], and the price is 70 balun.