Writing novels in a different world can really find a wife

Not only its own bookstore, other bookstores are also facing the same problem.This is the problem of the entire book world.

Cretia has also considered it... If the St. Martin's Bookstore is to turn around, it needs to introduce fresh blood.

Only works like "Slightly Hot Paradise", which has created a whirlwind in the entire book industry, can save the current sluggish book industry.

There is no doubt that whoever draws that author under his wing first will surely seize the opportunity, become the first in the book industry, and make a fortune.

Therefore, Kretia, who was still considered business-minded, immediately paid someone to inquire about the author of the book.But I don't know if it's because of bad luck. I spent a lot of money, but the effect is not ideal.

In the end, the author who wrote the book was not found.

Without an author, even the best plan is a dead letter.

That's why the restless Kretia always ran into the store in a daze, showing that she was in a bad mood.

Looking at the store manager who has come to the store every day during business hours to play salted fish since a week ago, the clerk in charge of the business couldn't help but sigh.

"Manager, cheer up a little."

After hearing the clerk's question, Cretia glanced at the clerk with dull eyes.

"Can't cheer up."

Cretia said vaguely, turning her face back and forth on the table.Act like a child.

"I really want to get that "Slightly Hot Paradise" and its author. If I turn that guy into a full-time author of the bookstore first, I will definitely make a lot of money."

"Then look for it."

"I said I couldn't find it."

"It's too early to give up now. Try a little harder. People look down on you just because you always put on this lazy look. You are called blue hair, blue hair and so on. Good luck proving that people are wrong. , blue hair can do something."

Although the clerk's words sounded harsh.

Cretia didn't yell back angrily like usual, but muttered listlessly.

"Money has been spent....I'm a bit tired."

Looking at the hardcover books on the bookshelf, Cretia even had the idea of ​​whether to let St. Martin's bookstore really end in the hands of her generation.

It was the first time for Cretia to be so unmotivated.

"I can't find it after spending so much money. Maybe, I really don't have a fate with the author of "Slightly Hot Paradise". Even if I can't persuade him to work for St. Martin, at least I can see him once. Write such a popular book. What kind of person is he?"

After muttering, Credia buried her face in her arms again.

Seeing the boss's listless look, the clerk didn't say anything except sighing continuously.

The bookstore fell silent again.

Just when the bookstore was extremely quiet, it seemed that the space was isolated from the lively streets outside.

The sound of bells as brisk as the spring breeze suddenly rang.

That was the sound made by the bell hanging on the door.

For the staff at St. Martin's Bookstore, it was the voice of the guest.

The clerk immediately adjusted his state and woke up from his drowsiness.Standing straight, the expression on his face has also switched to a business-specific smiling face.

On the other side, Credia also stood up, shaking her blue hair heroically.

With that lean look, one can't help but feel that the salted fish lying on the table a minute ago is another person.

Seeing Cretia who was still shining all over, the clerk, while lamenting the professionalism of the store manager, couldn't help complaining about the blue-haired family's pretentious skills.

The door of the store was opened, and a white-haired old man in a gorgeous dress came in.

Seeing the white-haired old man, Cretia immediately greeted him with a smile on his face.

"Isn't this General Gandalf's grandfather? Long time no see."

Gandalf also turned to Credia with a smile.

"Credia is here. I'm actually looking at the store today. What kind of wind is this?"

Although Cretia's family is not a wealthy family.But he is also somewhat famous among the nobility.Because the book has become a bond, Cretia's grandfather and Gandalf are old acquaintances.

So Cretia knew Gandalf from childhood.

The famous old general of Alcoron always wore a white robe, with both a wand and a sword hanging from his waist.It doesn't feel like a general, but more like an old mage.

With the appearance of relatives and easy-going personality, he takes care of Cretia like a grandfather treats his granddaughter, and always patronizes Cretia's bookstore.Cretia has a crush on Gandalf.

Every time the two met, Cretia acted like a baby to Gandalf, and Gandalf would spoil Cretia.

"Is your mother all right?"

"It's very energetic. It's so energetic that it's annoying. The snacks I hid yesterday were eaten by her again."

"It's still the same. Hahaha, I really envy her."

After a few simple greetings, the topic shifted to books.

"By the way. Cretia, do you have any new books recently? During the truce, I have a lot of time to do and I want to find some books to pass the time."

"Grandpa Gandalf's, I recommend this "The Cultivation of a Melee Mage". What else do you want. Grandpa Gandalf can choose for himself. Recently, a batch of new books have been added. Some of them are very interesting."

Chapter 162: Long Time Store

As Cletia spoke, she naturally took out a book from the bookshelf and handed it to Gandalf.

"Really? Then I want to take a look."

Gandalf took the book and probably doubled it.Then put the book on the counter.This is a sign of ready to buy

"This book is very suitable for me to read. I will choose a few more. As people get older, there are fewer entertainment activities. Recently, the waist is not easy to use."

Crédia and the store clerk, who understood the meaning of Gandalf's words, giggled along with him.

Gandalf was circling in the bookstore to pick out the books he was going to buy, and Chretien chatted with Gandalf with a smile on his face.

Gandalf looked around the bookstore, his eyebrows furrowed.

"I said, Cretia, is the bookstore more deserted than the last time I was here?"

After being told the point, Cretia, who had been smiling all the time, couldn't help but sighed.

"It was still noticed by grandpa. Yes. If this continues, the bookstore will close down."

"That's not possible. This is one of my sources of fun, and it's also the place where your grandfather and I witnessed our friendship. We can't let the bookstore close down. Credia, haven't you thought of any solution? If you need my help, though Open your mouth."

Cretia looked embarrassed.

"It's not that I haven't thought about it. It's just..."

"Speak up when you have something to say, it's not like your family style to be hesitant. Your mother is a recognized tornado in everyone's eyes. If you want to do anything and reckless rampage, you should learn from her... She added to everyone It’s true that there are a lot of troubles.”

After being told by Gandalf, although Cretia felt that it was inappropriate to involve the general because of her inability to handle affairs, there was no need to hide it any longer.

If you can't do anything yourself, then accept the help of others frankly.Relying on others without shame is also the family tradition of the Cretia family.No, to be precise, it is a family tradition that only started to develop from my mother's generation.

Cretia told Gandalf about her idea of ​​finding the book writer and wanting to draw him into her command.

"It's a pity that I can't get accurate information about the author. That's why I'm distressed. If I can get his book, maybe the bookstore's business will improve a lot. As an expert who has dealt with books for so long, I always felt that his books were very different from other people's books. I can't get rid of the feeling that his work will set off a storm in the whole book world."

After listening to Cretia's words, Gandalf put his palms under his chin, frowning and thinking for a moment.

"You mean "Mildly Hot Heaven"?"

Cretia nodded, her blue hair bobbing.

"Yes. Grandpa Gandalf knew the book too?"

Cretia looked a little surprised.

Although I knew this book was very popular, I didn't expect the old general to know it too.

Gandalf nodded slightly.

"Of course I know. Rather, I was one of the first to know about this book. I heard about it from my colleague. I wanted to ask him for a set. But I was prevaricated by that old guy looking for reasons... According to him, the author of this book is in Dahal."

"In Dahal? No wonder I can't find it anywhere in the capital. Looks like I'm going to Dahal."

Cretia made a determined expression.Gandalf stopped Cretia with a smile.

"No need to worry, no need to worry. My colleague from Dahal happens to be in the city. Let's ask him how he is doing first."

For the first time in a week, Cretia's expression shined so brightly.

"Are you in Zoram?"

Seeing that Cretia was so excited, Gandalf proudly stroked his snow-white beard.

"Yes, that old bastard is here. Well, let me introduce you. There is no one who knows more about books and authors than that guy."

"Thank you so much, Grandpa Gandalf."

...........

"You, what happened to you guy? How did you become so haggard."

Looking at the man in front of him, the calm old general couldn't help but sigh violently.

In Gandalf's memory, although the man named Howl was a well-known old pervert, his fighting skills and character were both outstanding. He was respected by everyone both in the army and among his friends, and he could not be considered deserving of it. A handsome man with the title of general.

Why has it become such a vicissitudes of life after not seeing each other for half a month.

The hair hangs down in a mess, the cheeks are thin, the eye sockets are sunken, the beard has not been shaved, and the chin is uneven like weeds.

There was also a pungent smell of alcohol on his body that was so strong that it gave the impression that he had been thrown into the wine tank and had a bath.

This appearance is even more sloppy than his usual slovenly appearance, and he is about to become a roadside beggar.

Cretia, who came with Gandalf, also had her eyelids twitching.looked at Gandalf with puzzled eyes.Although embarrassed to speak.But the meaning of that look couldn't be more clear.Like asking Gandalf 'Is this really a general?Is it really your colleague? '

Not to mention Cretia, even Gandalf is not confident at the moment whether he has admitted the wrong person.

After hearing Gandalf's surprised question, the beggar-like man raised his head.

His eyes were dull and dull, giving people the feeling of a dead soul just like his appearance.

"It's Gandalf... Long time no see."

The man smiled reluctantly, waved stiffly at the white-haired and white-bearded old general, then picked up the wine bottle and took a sip.

"It's Hall. It really is Hall. How did you become like this? You started drinking in broad daylight, so depraved, you, how can you be worthy of your status as General Alcoron."

Gandalf roared excitedly, and his voice echoed in the empty hotel where Hall was the only one.

When asked by his colleagues, Hall just put down the bottle and smiled reluctantly again.

"I... just lost my dream."

Gandalf grabbed Hall's shoulder in horror and shook it vigorously.

"What the hell happened to you guy? Unexpectedly, you were not visiting a nightclub. Instead, you were drinking. Hall, you, what happened to you? This, this is not the you I know."

Gandalf's words reached Howl's ears. The word 'nightclub' was like the spark that lit the fuse of a dynamite barrel, causing Hall to lose control of what he had been holding in his heart, and his emotions poured out like a flood.

The man who was the general cried out.Weeping loudly.

"I, I...... can no longer go to nightclubs. I, I am still hated by like-minded wolf ~ friends. I, I have lost the meaning of life."

The man named Hall cried so sadly, as if people could feel the pain of his broken heart.

Chapter 163: The General in an Embarrassing Situation

The man leaned on the man, crying bitterly, pouring out his feelings.

Although this picture is quite touching.

But it's just that I can't go to nightclubs, and I'm hated by my pervert friends.

Is it worth the grief?

The meaning of life is also used here.He actually regards going to nightclubs as the meaning of life.

What a really disgusting person.

Cretia, who was watching the interaction between Hall and Gandalf, couldn't help complaining in her heart.

Gandalf patted Hall on the back to comfort Hall like a child, and asked him to talk about the matter to help him find a way together.