Culture Conquers Foreign Worlds

　　 The sky was beginning to light up, a ray of sunlight sprinkled through the building complex on the street, the light light dispelled the gloom of the alleys, and the city of Elroy awakened from the silence. The street where Harvey lives is quite quiet. After all, it belongs to the upper-class activity area. The orderly and elegant buildings continue to the periphery of the city and become uneven. There is an area belonging to the common people, and all kinds of simple horse-drawn carriages pull goods in and out. At the market, the mud carried by the wheels splashed on the pedestrians. The pedestrians are accustomed to this situation. Instead of going forward and having a dispute with the carriage, they should arrange their own goods to make a living.

"Hey, sir, let’s take a look at the freshly picked apple. Try a free one to ensure you are satisfied." The fruit vendor in the market yelled a few times, and when someone came over, he used his pocket knife to place a green-red apple at his stall. The top carefully cut a piece for passersby to taste, the delicate knifemanship even the chef was amazed, and every piece of the flesh that was cut for passersby was as thin as a cicada's wing.

The owner of the fruit stall next to 　　 laughed jokingly: "Potter, I really don't know whether you should praise your knife skills or say you are stingy."

　　 passers-by also heard the butcher’s yelling: "Pigs that have just been killed, the meat is fresh, and if you don’t buy it, you’ll be gone!"

At the vegetable stall, the rough-faced boss screamed and screamed at his child’s ears: "Hurry up! Send these tomatoes to Mr. Smith’s house, God bless! It’s been half an hour sooner or later. You want to starve me to death. Customers!? If Mr. Smith is dissatisfied, don't even think about eating dinner these few days!"

In the morning, Shirley came to the lively market in a taupe coat to choose the ingredients for cooking. Her dress is not gorgeous, and the color of her clothes is as ordinary as most women wear, but she is unique and elegant. The cold temperament suddenly distinguished her from the lively atmosphere of this market. With her arrival, the market became a little quieter, and then it became full of people.

　　 "It's her, she's so beautiful! I swear to be more beautiful than any lady I have seen! Elena can't even compare to one percent of her."

　　 "Owen, how did you say hello to her in the past, you are the son of the butcher shop owner, and you have a bit of status, maybe you can make it."

　　 "Let's give it up, it's such a beautiful maid from a noble master's house, no matter how cheap it is, we won't have our turn."

The guys in the 　　 market peeped at her with a sullen face but were afraid to talk to her, for fear of desecrating her quiet and noble temperament.

Shirley’s face was flat, and after choosing the ingredients for the day, she returned to the mansion on the same route. She took off her go-out jacket and put on a classic black long skirt, fastened her white apron, and tied her hair up with a white maid’s hat. She prepared At breakfast, I saw Harvey got up, standing in front of the sink to wash.

In her eyes, Harvey has changed people in the past two days. Although she doesn’t know what happened to Harvey, she is definitely much better than before. She looks at Harvey’s back and she doesn’t smile. The cold smile on his face is fleeting.

　　 "Shirley, I'll prepare a cup of coffee for me first, don't add sugar." After washing, Harvey's face was still sleepy and told him, at this time, he was still asleep and his body was not used to the current biological clock.

　　 "Yes, please wait a moment, please."

　　When he was about to go upstairs, Harvey suddenly turned his head and said to Shirley: "By the way, Shirley, can you lift the skirt with both hands and turn it around?"

Shirley, who wore a maid dress, was a little confused by Harvey's instructions. She twisted the skirt with her hands and turned it around gracefully. The skirt of the maid dress was very long. When she lifted the skirt, she could slightly see the boots and the white dress. The calf of the glass stockings, the delicate body is not fast or slow, and the two similar ribbons of the maid hat flutter along with it. The lightness and elegance of that moment can touch people's hearts more than any dance.

　　 Shirley put down the hem of the maid's long skirt and asked softly: "So?"

　　 Harvey nodded with a serious face: "It's okay."

　　 On the way back to the bedroom, Harvey was very satisfied with the results of his whim, and muttered under his chin, "Sure enough, the maid is justice, and the maid is the romance of a man."

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　　 Seeing something good, Harvey was very excited, and he took out the manuscript paper, pen and ink he bought yesterday to start his own writing career. In fact, this world has typewriters and machines with similar functions made by magic. He even heard that some magicians can make a magic pen that can write automatically according to the owner's wishes, but no matter what his current assets are Can't afford it.

　　 The pen was filled with ink and landed on the manuscript. Harvey took a deep breath, and the tip of the pen flew to write a banquet for the Avengers, a discussion of human nature, a dialectic of hope and redemption.

　　" "The Count of Monte Cristo"

　　 Chapter 1: Homecoming

　　 On the 29th of Liuyue, 1913, the watchmen on the watchtower of the haven sent a signal to the people that the three-masted sailboat Haiyan had returned. It came here from Northvall via Hex Island. A pilot was immediately dispatched, bypassing the southern side of the haven and boarding the Haiyan.

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This world has the honorific title of God, but there is no word for Christ. Harvey still intends to keep the original title and treat it as a pure pseudonym for the protagonist. He can create "Count of Monte Cristo" and "Count of Monte Cristo" in this world. "But it does not belong to his work, and what he did is no different from the film adaptation.

　　 Harvey has completed the outline of the novel "The Count of Monte Cristo", but the process of creating the novel is not as smooth as he thought. UU reading www. When he was on earth, uukanshu.com tried to create 4D in one day. This writing speed is absolutely appalling in this era, but now it took more than two hours for him to complete two thousand words, half of the content of a chapter.

　　 used three sheets of manuscript paper. The font on the manuscript paper is not very decent, just enough to let people see what they are writing, and the traces of alteration are slightly sloppy.

　　 "This world has poor vocabulary, no substitutes can be found, and the novel style is not perfect..."

　　 "A disaster movie..."

Harvey put down his pen and rubbed his temples in pain. He had to admit that he underestimated the difficulty of handwriting novels. What made him most annoying was that he had to undertake translation work while creating novels. Different languages ​​have different laws. , Chinese idioms may not be appropriate to English, and English and the world language may not be interlinked. He needs to consider how to interpret the meaning of words and reshape the novel in this world language.

　　 But who is Harvey Adrian? An unlearned dandy who didn't read a few books, and the ink in his stomach was splashed on the white paper without leaving any traces. Absorbing his memory would have no effect on the current Harvey.

　　 He went downstairs to finish breakfast, added a cup of coffee to refresh himself, gritted his teeth and returned to the original dressing table to continue creating.

　　 The process of creating the novel "The Earl of Monte Cristo" is extremely difficult, and the impatience of impatience has turned into mental torture. Harvey still has to suppress his irritability and persistence, racking his brains to persevere little by little.

In the afternoon, he took the time to visit the Elroy Library, but did not find any information about novel creation or vocabulary. After asking the librarian, he still found nothing. In this world, he really depends on himself to become a novelist. With the accumulation of knowledge, he reluctantly resisted the urge to vomit blood and go back.