Writing novels in a different world can really find a wife

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From just now, the girl has been staring at the ID card in the boy's hand curiously, as if she wanted to see it.After getting the ID card from the boy, the girl immediately showed a happy expression, as if she had bought a new toy, and played with the card with interest.

Looking at it this way, the boy really took care of the girl's mood.

"Okay, Shaxi, take a look and get ready to leave. Go back and look... If you stay any longer, Sister Sylph and Sister Nina will rush in worried."

After hearing what the boy said, the girl blinked her big watery eyes.

"Sister Sylph? Sister Nina? They are not busy. Didn't you follow?"

After the girl finished speaking, the boy showed a slightly naughty smile.

"Who knows."

..........

While boys and girls are handling deposit business.

In the corner opposite the bank, a blond elf and a black-haired catwoman squeezed together in a narrow aisle that wasn't easy to notice.

"Sylph, your intrusive meatball is pressing against me. It's so hard to breathe. Can you shrink it a little bit?"

"I can't help it. It's just so big. You're telling me, Nina, that your tail is up my skirt. It's going to be in a bad place. I almost got excited. You are, Get that tail off under my skirt."

"Me, I can't help it. There's nowhere to put it in the back. It hurts to be squeezed. I don't want to be squeezed by the wall."

"I'm really convinced. Why do I, the dignified nightclub owner and the president of the nightclub union, have to be in a daze in this kind of place."

"Hey. As soon as you heard that Cook and the others were coming to save money, weren't you the one who became restless and suggested that you protect them?"

"That, that... let their two children walk on the street with so much money. How can they be at ease. I am their guardian."

"That's right. That's right. I won't worry about it either...you. That's what Cook called tsundere."

"What is a tsundere? I am an elf, not that strange creature... No, I can't wait any longer. I'm going to rush in to see the situation. If they are bullied, I'm going to use my ultimate move."

"Hey, wait. Wouldn't it be exposed that we were following them? Forget it. I can't wait. Go ahead. Meow."

. . . . . . . . . .

When the boys and girls finished their business and were about to leave.There was a loud bang of the door being knocked away.

"Cook, Suzy, are you all right?"

"Have they been made things difficult for you? Let's make them look good. Let them know what will happen to our vice president who bullies us in this city."

The boy didn't even look back, he sighed and turned to the surprised bank branch manager.

"That... How much is the compensation for the broken door?"

The girl sighed.

"Young master, young master... As expected, he followed me."

.......

Step back in time to a few months ago.

Cretia, who has long blue hair, was coming out of her home and walking towards the main store of St. Martin's Bookstore while breathing heavily.

It has been 3 days since the war between Dalabunba and Alcoron, which is known as the "ceremony", has ended, and the whole country is slowly returning to normal from the tension.

Although everything seems to heal as quickly as following the principle of wound self-healing.

But the smell of gunpowder smoke and blood seemed to still be mixed in the air. After being inhaled into the nose, one would feel that something was wrong with one's body and was very uncomfortable.

This feeling that makes people frown is always reminding people that there is still a long way to go to completely get rid of the shadow of war.

Cretia hates war.

It is precisely because of this damn war that people spend more experience and money on improving their combat power, while ignoring such a wonderful thing as books.

It is precisely because of the war that people have given birth to a distorted worldview that generally values force and despises reading and writing.

Yes, there is absolutely something wrong with this worldview.Absolutely not normal.

There is no reason why such a wonderful thing as books, which can spread knowledge, should be ignored by people.

Compared with the treasures buried in the dungeon, Cretia always felt that books were definitely more valuable.

Compared with war, Cretia likes reading the most.Every time I read a book, I will forget all kinds of annoying things and completely immerse myself in the treasure of knowledge.This is the happiest time.

Cretia's family loves books.Especially great-grandpa's great-grandpa.

My love for books has reached a state of obsession.

Because I like books so much, I was excited and founded the 'St. Martin' bookstore.And the name of the bookstore is the name of my great-grandfather's great-grandfather.

Perhaps it was the great-grandfather's obsession with books that moved the "God of Books". St. Martin's bookstore survived the precarious and difficult years, and flourished like a tenacious seedling.

Not only that, but the bookstore has gone from being a mere pleasure to a means of making a living for the Cretia family.

Through the efforts of several generations, relying on everyone's love and enthusiasm for books, the bookstore is getting better and better.

Later... not only did it expand its scale, it operated in most cities of Alcoron, and it also brought a lot of wealth to the Kretia family.

But this flourishing situation has gone downhill since grandpa's generation.

Especially in my generation, because "ceremony" is more and more valued by everyone, and the concept of emphasizing martial arts over literature has become more popular, and the operation of bookstores has become more difficult.

Chapter 116: The Trouble of the Bookstore

"Anyway, you will die if you fight a war. Reading, writing and writing will only increase the burden on the family. It's worth not to read."

If this situation continues, the century-old St. Martin's Bookstore will end in its own generation.

Cretia couldn't even imagine the bookstore closing down when she was in charge.

When you die, you will be kicked by your ancestors in hell.

"We don't have a kid like you who can bring down the bookstore."

"I'll just say it. Even blue hair is unreliable. I knew that his younger brother would be in charge of the house. My younger brother has black and blue hair."

"The blue hair gene is really strong. It's like a plague that makes all the children of this generation have blue hair."

Every time I think of this, I break out in a cold sweat.

"Blue, what's the matter with blue hair? I didn't want to have this blue hair. If you want to blame, blame Kirito Dia's father who is fascinated by Aqua's mother's beauty. Why do you have to find a blue-haired woman to marry? Mother, mother, always says that she is a goddess. There is a limit to childishness... Don't look at it, I am the mother of several children. In such a family, the character will become distorted."

Thinking of this, Cretia couldn't help stamping her feet and complaining loudly.

The passers-by on the road were startled by Cretia's sudden shout, stopped and looked at her curiously.

Noticing the fiery eyes of passers-by, Cretia hastily covered her face with her hair, quickened her pace, and walked a few steps quickly.

After getting out of people's sight, Cretia continued her old habit of thinking wildly.

Where did you think?

Speaking of it this way... The biggest reason Cretia hates war is actually that it affects her own turnover.

Books with super high profits are used to make money, and then live a luxurious life of high society.

Others, like liking for books or something... It doesn't matter at all.

Cretia is such a philistine woman.

Wait, is it because he has no faith that he was abandoned by the God of Books, and St. Martin's Bookstore began to become precarious?

If it is because of the question of belief that the ancestors asked.

Then use 'inherited mother's personality' as an excuse.Let them go to find their mother.

It's a perfect excuse that no one will refute.

Squinting her eyes, Kretia, who felt drained of energy early in the morning, staggered into St. Martin's Bookstore.

The clerk in charge of the night watch has completed his shift.Now a clerk on the morning shift.

"Hello, Manager Cretia."

As soon as he saw Credia opening the door and coming in, the clerk took the initiative to say hello.This is no different than usual.

"it is good."

Sitting listlessly on a chair, Cretia began to look at the empty doorway.

"Is it still the same?"

Just like a third-rate novelist pays attention to his collection and hits, although he knows that the situation will not change, Cretia still can't help asking.

The clerk had an embarrassed smile on his face.

"Yes. This is the next bill that was just handed in. Only six books were sold yesterday."

As a result, Cretia's eyes wandered on the papyrus.

"Are there only 6 books? They are all about combat..."

This is the capital of Alcoron.It is the place where the most educated nobles in the country gather.The main store of the St. Martin's Bookstore in the capital only sells 6 books a day.Don't even think about the results of the branch.

The salary of the clerk, the salary of the scribe, and the salary of the author, the cost of the papyrus... other operating costs of the bookstore....

Although the profit of selling books is very high, almost half and half...

"Isn't that enough at all!!!"

Credia shouted angrily.

Maybe it’s because I’ve seen this happen too much recently, and the store clerk is already getting used to it.

Without showing any surprised reaction to Cretia's sudden shout, she continued to be busy with the work in hand.

There was no response, and Cretia was lying on the table like a hungry wolf, her mouth was open, her blue hair was disheveled, and she kept panting.

"Sell 6 books a day. What can I do with this little profit? I still want dresses, candied fruit, and travel...money."

After being able to catch her breath for a while, Cretia started rolling on the table and complaining again.

Cretia has made no secret of her entanglement with profits.

The clerk gave Cretia a sneaky look.I silently sighed in my heart that the manager and her mother were carved out of the same mold.

"This should be considered good. In the past few days, everyone has been complaining that the books in our bookstore all taste the same. I'm tired of reading them."

After hearing the clerk's explanation that there was no emotional ups and downs, Cretia, who was already very unhappy, yelled furiously again.

"I, what can I do? There are only a few teachers who are responsible for writing the book. Mr. Saurfang, who is in charge of writing "Battle Teaching from Scratch", has complained to me for a long time that he doesn't want to write a book. Keep writing. In this world, there are very few people who can read and write. There are even fewer people who can write books. And those who can write books are basically limited to their own subject matter. I can’t ask Mr. Saurfang to write magic Teaching books, you can't ask Mr. Luo Ning to write books on combat, right? They don't know how to... It's annoying to death, annoying to death."

The clerk continued to look at Cretia who was rolling on the table while complaining.

Said with emotion.

"She really does look like her mother."

…………

It was noon, and Credia did not choose to eat in the store because she was in a bad mood.Instead, go out to fancy restaurants and overeat.

Whenever Cretia was in a bad mood, she would eat more.But eat more but not fat.

Whether it's this way of venting stress, or the system of not getting fat.

Everyone said it was the same as her mother.

After spending money on the meal, Cretia finally felt a little better.

Just as she was returning to the bookstore, Cretia saw an incredible scene.

A large line of people lined up in front of St. Martin's Bookstore.Several shop assistants ran out to help maintain order.

"The store is full. Everyone please line up. Don't worry."