The Endless Shuttle

What do most people think when unimaginable things really appear around them?

La Flea didn't know what other people thought.

She just made the choice that best suits her identity based on her short and immature thirteen years of life experience and the royal education she has received.

Respect, strictly abide by the etiquette, and then, without violating these two major premises, try to talk peacefully and naturally to win the favor of the **** named "Lope" for the Lehavain family.

Perhaps the Silver Queen still had a hint of anxiety in it at first, but after two days of getting along with Rope, La Flea was surprised to find that the Lord God was unexpectedly easy to talk.

As he himself said, the black-haired **** is not at all bad-tempered, and he can be as precious on any topic, and he is too knowledgeable to smell it.

Even sometimes she inadvertently said the childish words of a thirteen-year-old girl, and Rope could take it without contempt, which even her mother could not do.

Is this the true "God"...

La Flea’s blue eyes were filled with worship.

In the courtyard of the palace, the Silver Queen is located on one side of the courtyard. She lay on the table and tilted her head, shaking her little feet in lace socks, staring at the black-haired youth with a drunk smile.

The latter is holding a blank book, writing his story.

Soon, Rope put down the pen in his hand.

"finished."

La Flea immediately adjusted her expression and sat up straight without a trace, as if the rude gesture just now was an illusion.

She folded her hands together and smiled sweetly.

"Master Rope, do I still have the honour to be the first to read your novel?"

"Of course, Miss La Flea."

Rope smiled and passed the book in his hand.

"After reading, please compare with the "Call of Cthulhu" you read in the previous article. I would like to know which of the two is better..."

One was written by himself, and the other was the original work of Master Lovecraft.

Although Rope didn't expect his serious half-bottle of water to surpass Master Lovecraft,... there must be an expectation, right?

The emperor nodded slightly, and then carefully read the story written by Rope.

In a comfortable afternoon, the maid stepped on the footsteps of professional training, quietly changing the princess and the black-haired youth with warm black tea and delicious snacks.

After a long time, La Flea put down the book in her hand and broke free from the dark world in the book.

"Let you wait for a long time... Lord Rope, this story is also very exciting, it makes people chill behind the back."

"Really? Compared with the previous one?"

"And the previous one... well."

The emperor organized the language.

"Please forgive me for the shallow vocabulary that I brought when I was young. Both have their own advantages, and they are both excellent works. But the one I hold at this moment is more interesting than what you did before. The writing is a bit different...should it be too rigid?"

As he said, La Flea caught Luo Pei's slightly embarrassed expression, and quickly turned around.

"Of course! This is just a joke of a virgin! You must have a deeper reason for changing the proportion of fun?"

"Ah...um..."

Rope responded with a perfunctory compliment that could be heard.

Have to practice harder.

He does not intend to write "forbidden classics" full of evil and worship power. If he wants to spread widely among human beings, the interestingness of novels cannot be ignored.

La Flea closed the book, looked at the shocked black-haired god, moved in her heart, and said softly.

"Master Rope, have you said before that you temporarily abandoned your "god" identity and want to set foot in this world as a "horror novel writer"? "

"I did."

Rope shrugged.

"Otherwise, how could you see me sitting here instead of in some majestic temple?"

The emperor was amused by the humor of the black-haired youth.

"As a novelist, does it mean that you want your work to be published?"

"Um."

"So, are the Kingdom of Aldikia and the Lihavain family so honored to be able to represent you in this job?"

La Flea asked.

"You see, you don't seem to like the mundane fanfare about your identity, but if ignorant people can't understand the value of your bright words, wouldn't it make you unhappy? So in this matter, what does an agent think? It’s all very convenient, isn’t it?"

"Something makes sense...huh?"

Luo Pei glanced at the Silver Queen and saw the tension hidden under her smile.

Then the black-haired youth laughed.

Thanks to a 13-year-old girl who was able to say this without leaving a trace, the Lehavain family, the Kingdom of Aldikia, indeed produced an excellent princess...

"Since Miss La Flea has said this, I will rely on the propaganda energy of the Kingdom of Aldikia."

"Yes. Don't worry."

La Flea's smile was even brighter.

"In the name of the Lihavain royal family, you will not be disappointed. Within two years at the latest, your masterpiece will have a place in the world!"

"...Try not to give me false pretensions."

"Well, this is absolute."

Luo Pei picked up the black tea and continued casually.

"This is also a kind of "contract." As a reward for helping, if you have any trouble with La Flea, I will do my best. "

"Oh? How dare..."

"Are you sure you want to refuse?"