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"Look at it, try them all, use the one that works best." Editor-in-Chief Bliss said in agreement.

"I see it this way, Mr. Hai Yi'an, do you have a house in Wangcheng? It's better to live in Wangcheng. It's convenient for you to submit your manuscript, and it's faster and more convenient for us to pay you the manuscript fee." Editor-in-Chief Bliss sank into the chair again. Asked.

"I don't have a house in Wangcheng. This time I came here mainly to meet Mr. Sun Boyang. I didn't expect to stay for a long time." Mr. Hai Yi'an shrugged and laughed.

"It's not difficult. In this way, Mr. Hai Yi'an, if you have free time in the future, you can come to the newspaper office and help read the articles. You usually stay at the Workers' Friend Hotel and stay at ease. There are honest and kind people. Friends of the workers, they treat people very warmly." Sun Boyang stood up decisively and said.

"How can this be done, the hotel..." Hai Yi'an quickly pulled out his pocket and said.

"Don't worry, it's very good. We'll talk about the accommodation fee later. You stay here first, don't mention anything else." Sun Boyang said while holding Hai Yi'an's hand tightly.

"You are really... Then I have to write intensively every day." Hai Yi'an lowered his head and said with a helpless smile, and held Sun Boyang's hand tightly.

"That would be the best, you are very..."

Sun Boyang wanted to say something else, but Little Spandy suddenly opened the door and barged in, attracting the attention of the four people. Little Spandy made an apology gesture to Editor-in-Chief Bliss, and hurriedly walked up to Sun Boyang and handed it to Sun Boyang. gave him a note.

"Who gave it to you?" Sun Boyang felt that this must be a bad thing, so he asked in a low voice.

"My father asked someone to give it to me," replied little Spandy in a low voice.

Sun Boyang unfolded the note, and there was only this sentence written on it:

0 "The body of Minister Nikita was found."

Sun Boyang looked out vigilantly. The sound of horse hoofs whizzed past, followed by the sound of whistle blowing. The great knights increased their vigilance and began to patrol the streets.

……

Haiyi An looked eastward and walked up the stairs. He held the new quill and paper just given to him by the newspaper in his hand. He had nothing else. He was very new to everything here. The hotel is completely different from what he imagined. It is not so much a hotel as it is more like a gathering place for workers. There are five long buildings in this multi-storey building, each of which has countless workers living there. It's more like a village, but instead of farmers, workers live.

Hai Yi'an had already felt the enthusiasm of the young man at the front desk on the first floor. The young man wearing an armband enthusiastically helped him get the keys and daily necessities, and wanted to help him carry them upstairs. Hai Yi'an No matter how much he declined, it was useless. He was carried upstairs by this young man, and he could only follow helplessly, expressing his gratitude to this passionate young man.

"Mr. Hai Yi'an, I'll put it here. You remember to clean the room frequently. Paying attention to cleanliness is good for your health. I'm leaving first."

The young man greeted him with a smile and walked down the stairs slowly. Hai Yi'an looked at the back of the young man going down, and couldn't help feeling curious.

"It's really interesting." Hai Yi'an thought

"That young man named Otto also wears such an armband. I don't know what it means."

He pushed open the door and lit the not-so-bright oil lamp. With the bright moonlight, the whole room appeared in his eyes. This is a very clean and tidy house. It is also a bedroom, with a small balcony in front, and the bathroom on the side near the door. Hai Yian was very satisfied with such a simple and generous room. He walked to the desk and sat down, looking at the bright white moonlight outside. I was fascinated.

"Mr. Sun Boyang is really a wonderful person." Hai Yi'an thought thoughtfully.

A knock on the door interrupted his contemplation, Hai Yi'an hurriedly turned his head and stood up to open the door. Outside the door stood two middle-aged men with normal stature. Their faces were engraved with vicissitudes, but the opposite expression was very happy. A middle-aged man was still carrying a basket, which seemed to be covered with a towel and contained something.

"Ah, you are the new neighbor, right? Let me introduce myself. I am the person in charge of this floor. I say I am the person in charge. In fact, I just help everyone clean up and check the safety. I heard that you are a great author. , you can take more care of me in the future." The middle-aged man happily shook hands with Hai Yi'an and said.

Workers from several other companies also opened their doors and gathered here. There were old people and women, children and men. Everyone looked at Hai Yi'an, a great writer, which was strange. They hadn't seen many cultures like this before. He is tall and thin, like a bamboo pole...

"Thank you, thank you. I will probably be staying for a while, and I hope my writing won't affect everyone." Hai Yi'an smiled gently, bent slightly to shake hands with the person in charge.

"Haven't you eaten yet? Look, I specially scrambled an egg. This stuff is good for your health. It will definitely help you write something. And this, yellow noodles, steamed corn bread, although this stuff is not your usual The food is delicate, but also very filling." The middle-aged man opened the basket and said.

"I said old Duncan! How can you give this to other writers! Wait, I still have some white flour, I will make some white flour steamed buns!"

"I still have some dates, I'll go get them now!"

"I still have some wine here, I have been hiding it for more than a year and I am not willing to drink it!"

"Fuck you! Can you give him a drink? How can he write articles after drinking!" The middle-aged man cursed at the young boy.

More and more people gathered, and everyone gathered to chat with each other, and many families brought food over. Seeing more and more people gathered, the middle-aged people quickly waved for everyone to be quiet.

"I mean, fellow workers! Why don't we get together tonight! Great writers! We have to hold a welcome party!" The middle-aged man said to everyone.

Everyone cheerfully agreed, and everyone looked at Mr. Hai Yi'an, who was the tallest in the crowd. Hai Yi'an helplessly touched his beard on his upper lip, bowed his head and smiled wryly.

"It looks like I won't be able to hand in the manuscript tonight."

"Sun Boyang and Sun Raul stood on the opposite street, watching the oil lamps on the multi-storey buildings lit up one by one, and listening to the small singing of the gathering, Sun Boyang laughed.

"Today is a day of wandering. I didn't teach you anything all day." Sun Boyang lit a cigarette and looked at the smell of fireworks and said.

"No, on the contrary." Sun Lauer also lit his cigarette, took a deep breath and exhaled.

"Brother, you taught everything today."

(ps: There will be a Christmas episode later (?▽｀)ノ?)

Extra episode 1 Yongdalim's God's Christmas

In the charming land of Yondalim, December 25th is the second most important festival after New Year: the Nativity of the Sun Lord God.

Legend has it that in ancient times, the Creator God created the world, and the first god, the Sun God, was born with it. Dipolo's brilliance illuminated all things, bringing life and miracles. This is the origin of God's Birthday.

Sun Boyang hung green Holly on the window of the office, took a handful of candy from the table and stuffed it into his coat pocket, pushed the door and came out of the office, and there were two little ones standing outside the door, they were Lida and Shana At this moment, these two little ones are ready to go, waiting for Sun Boyang to take them to the street with their eyes shining.

"It's very cold today, why don't you wear an extra scarf?" Sun Boyang took off the red scarf around his neck and tied it around Lida's neck.

"It's...become a mess..." Lida looked down with difficulty, and wrote on Sun Boyang's hand. The three-layer scarf wrapped her neck thickly, and now she felt extraordinarily difficult to bow her head.

"Then for Xia Na?" Sun Boyang asked while touching the back of his head.

"I think this is pretty good." Lida moved her lips slightly, and trotted decisively downstairs. Sun Boyang smiled helplessly, and followed him downstairs.

"It is common sense to give gifts to children on Christmas Day."

"I'm not a child!" Shana protested

"But you are as tall as Lida." Sun Boyang asked back.

"I...!" Shana couldn't hold back.

"Then I bought it for you?" Sun Boyang teased Xia Na.

"Buy it! But I have to buy it for you too! Hmph, I've saved a lot of money, uncle, you can pick whatever you want." Shana patted her chest proudly and said.

"The tone is not small." Sun Boyang also burst out laughing, and pressed Shana's red hat without saying anything.

No matter how difficult the conditions are, people always have to celebrate the festival. The depression of the people on the street who were tortured by the disaster year finally dissipated. With some joy, Sun Boyang passed by the Workers' Friends Hotel and subconsciously stopped to look at the workers. The whole hotel was full of joy, red and green. It just happened that there was a heavy snow last night, and it was covered with snow, which made the scene more romantic.

"Isn't that Hai Yi'an?" Sun Boyang turned his gaze and saw Hai Yi'an in front of him. Standing in the snow, he seemed to be holding something in his hand, which looked like a living thing.

"Hai Yi'an! Happy God's Christmas! What are you doing?" Sun Boyang walked quickly in front of Hai Yi'an, Shana and Lida followed closely behind and looked at the things in Hai Yi'an's hands. Smiling at Shana and Lida, he squatted down and showed the three of them what was in his hands.

"Happy Christmas, Mr. Sun Boyang, and you, two lovely little girls, Happy Christmas to you too, Mr. Sun Boyang, look, look at this bird." Hai Yian raised his beard and said to the three of them. .

"Ah, it looks like his wings are injured." Sun Boyang touched the white bird carefully, and raised his wings gently and said to Hai Yi'an.

"What kind of bird is this, I have never seen it before." Hai Yi'an's face was full of doubts.

"It's a petrel." Shana tiptoed to look at the bird, and said with certainty.

"I heard the teacher mention this bird. If my previous magic teacher described it well, it should be a petrel." Xia Na also reached out and touched the petrel with her white gloved hand and said.

"Ah, a petrel, it's really strange, why is there a petrel here?" Sun Boyang said with his hands on his hips and a smile.

"Probably came along the Yongjiang River, maybe followed the boat." Lida wrote in Sun Boyang's palm.

"Petrel...sounds so good, I want to raise it for a while until it recovers from its wounds."

Hai Yi'an caressed the petrel very much, and it was obvious that he loved this petrel. The author always gets close to small animals or children, and Hai Yi'an is no exception.

"How about giving him a name? I suggest, just call him... cool!" Sun Boyang said with a smile, thinking of an anime he had watched on Earth.

"Uncle, what kind of strange name did you come up with?" Shana complained.

Lida also looked at Sun Boyang with dazed eyes, which made Sun Boyang unable to deal with it, so she turned her back a little shamefully and pretended nothing happened.

"Just call him Gorteyev, how about it, is it a good name?" Hai Yi'an said to the three of them with a smile.

"It's a very formal name." Sun Boyang touched the top of Haiyan's head and said.

"Follow Hai Yi'an, you will enjoy the blessings. He usually doesn't want to eat or drink, so he probably has to buy you something delicious."

"By the way, Mr. Sun Boyang, just now an old man in a red robe with a big white beard asked me to give you this."

Hai Yi'an took out a small thing from his bosom, it was a small badge made of golden metal, the front was red, it could be pinned on clothes, and there was such a golden head portrait on the front red, Sun Boyang took it After passing this small badge, he was speechless for a long time, his hands trembling, he held the badge tightly, and solemnly pinned it to his chest.

"What is this, uncle?" Shana asked curiously.

"It's a birthday present from the gods." Sun Boyang said with a soft smile.

"Best Christmas gift I've ever received."

……

Sumarokov repeatedly played with the red star-shaped iron piece in his hand in front of the fire. He inserted the epee into the soil, took the water cup handed by the pretty elf archer, looked down and frowned.

"Is it tea?"

Sumarokov put away the iron piece helplessly, shrugged and drank the tea.

"There's no more wine, Gogo drank it all." The elf archer glared at him and said.

"It's such a wonderful Christmas day, what's the point of not having wine..." Sumarokov said with a sigh.

"The devil king has finally been judged, Mr. Sumarokov, what shall we do next?"

The nun on the other side came with graceful steps, sat down side by side with Sumarokov, and asked with a beautiful smile.

"Next step? There are still many things to do, I can't be idle. We have to help Capet restore the country, we have to help Gogo restore the country, there are many, many things, and farmers are waiting for us!" Sumarokov drank the tea in the cup, wiped his mouth and took out a red gemstone from his pocket, and said to several people with a smile on his face:

"Look, what is this? A gem with the power of prophecy. This is a rare thing. Such a large piece is rarer and rarer. Don't you want to see my hometown? Go, go to the prophet and ask him to help , let you see how beautiful and powerful my hometown is!"

Sumarokov smiled and got up and waved his hand, took the nun's hand and walked to the front tent. The people in the tent seemed to have sensed it, and they also opened the curtain and walked out. His face was very heavy, and it could even be said to be serious. Sumarokov took it for granted, after all, prophets always look like this.

"Come on, let everyone see what my hometown looks like now." Sumarokov smiled and handed the gem in his hand to the prophet.

"Do you really want to see it?" The prophet asked with a gloomy expression.

"Why don't you watch it? What's the matter with you today?" Sumarokov asked strangely.

"You have to think about it, the final decision to see it or not is up to you." The prophet still said with a gloomy face.

"What's the matter with you today? Let go!" Sumarokov said impatiently, holding down the prophet's hand.

"You'd better not regret it." The prophet gave him a meaningful look, slowly closed his eyes, and opened them again, projecting two "sights" like flashlight beams on the gemstone.

"Look, look, let's see how we celebrate God's Christmas." Sumarokov's expression turned cloudy like the sun was blooming, and he quickly called the team to come over.

The picture slowly appeared, and the sound also floated along with it. Sumarokov saw a scene that he could not accept and could not believe in his whole life.

"Given the independent country..."

"what!!"

Sumarokov straightened up suddenly, his eyes were full of disbelief, and after a while, he fell down straight!

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Knight Commander Shandora wore heavy armor and led two other great knights into the blockade area. The two ordinary kingdom soldiers standing guard on the stairs immediately straightened up and then bent over, taking the initiative to get out of the way of the stairs. Sandora didn't care. She waved her hand, and walked to the river with heavy steps, where she saw Knight Commander Isiris, two other great knights, and three people dressed as officials who had been waiting here, so she quickened her pace. In front of several people, he took off his helmet and looked inside.

"It's Minister Nikita." Knight Commander Isiris said casually. He hooked the frozen corpse with the toe of his shoe, and removed the hand covering the body. It was a shocking wound. , it can be seen that it was this attack that led to the death of Minister Nikita.

"It's the scar of the saber. The wound doesn't look like it has the effect of magic blessing. The sword bearer should be a shrewd swordsman with superb skills and rich combat experience, and he uses battlefield combat swordsmanship."

Knight Commander Sandora squatted down to examine the wound carefully, and checked the body of Minister Nikita through the ice, and made such a judgment on Knight Commander Isiris.

"Minister Nikita is the most skilled swordsman among the ministers. If Master Don Quixote, who studied under our Grand Knights, would be murdered with his swordsmanship, it is hard to imagine the opponent's swordsmanship. To what extent." Knight Commander Isiris took out a cigarette from his armor and put it on his glove, thought for a while, took out another one, and wanted to give Sandora one as if to hand it over.

"smoke?"

"No, my mother is a devout believer, she hates these things very much." Sandora declined.

"It's a pity, this thing is good for relieving stress. You may become more beautiful if you smoke one." Knight Commander Isiris shook his head regretfully, and lit a cigarette with a flame in his hand. , there is no lack of fire.

"If I remember correctly, this is produced by Mr. Sun Boyang's factory, right?" Sandora stood up and said calmly.

"Whatever it is, it's good to smoke. I like to eat braised pork and I have to consider whether it is from the territory or raised in the countryside?" Knight Commander Isiris squinted his eyes enjoying it.

"You have been chasing Sun Boyang desperately for more than ten days. You didn't think so at that time." Sandora said as she signaled the grand knight to remove Minister Nikita's body.

"That's a job. Besides, it's also an order. It must be true that Sun Boyang "dodged taxes." Why not arrest him, this is for the future of the kingdom." Knight Commander Isiris said disdainfully.

"The tax set by His Majesty the King is really too much." Sandora sighed, she sat slowly by the river, the soles of her boots touched the frozen river from time to time, Sandora's appearance was indeed a perfect score of [-] But at level [-], Isiris couldn't get angry with such a beauty sitting next to her.

"Be careful! This is not something we can say. Be careful what you say, Sandora! You are good at everything, you are serious about your work, you are loyal to the kingdom, and you are also very educated and knowledgeable, but you can't control your mouth. , or you would have been promoted to knight commander a long time ago, and you still have to suffer for three or four years in this position of knight commander and not be able to take the right position?"

Isiris also sat down, with a cigarette in his mouth, baking the ice with his hands down, while talking.

"I see..." Sandora sighed helplessly.