"In politics, there is no one, only doctrine, no feelings, only interests. Politically, we don''t kill a person, we remove an obstacle. " The conversation between Villefort and Noirtier easily determined a person''s life and death, exposing the cruel and cold nature of politics. He could not help cheering for this sentence. The manuscript in his hand became thinner and thinner, and he realized that he had read more than half of it unconsciously.


    damn! Why is this novel so short!


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    "I''ve lost everything in my life that''s worth remembering. Death is smiling at me and inviting me to sleep. I died of my own volition. I died of exhaustion. It was as if I had gone to sleep with despair and hatred after walking around the dungeon three thousand times in those nights. I was trapped in a hopeless loneliness and tormented everything I had. How I wanted to meet my dear father, my beloved melcedes again, But no one even murmured to himself to listen to this plea. "


    Edmond''s despairing murmur in the dark and damp prison touched Pran''s heart. Like Edmond, he prayed for a miracle to save the poor sailor.


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    The censorship of the count of Monte Cristo was carried out until noon. When his colleagues called for Pulan to have dinner together, he regained his mind. Looking at the messy fonts in the manuscript, he felt nostalgic for a long time.


    Edmund Dants was imprisoned in prison, and the extreme despair and madness were depicted between the lines. Just 50000 words were completed in one go, and the plot was coherent, as if a huge net was open. No, the whole sky collapsed and fell as the plot unfolded. As a reader, he stood on the plain and watched the sky collapse and oppressed. He could not breathe and tried to think about each character, The meaning of each sentence, to speculate on the subsequent plot.


    When he came back to himself, he was curious about Edmond''s encounter with the crazy priest. What role would the character play in the novel? Can we save Edmond from despair. What happened to Edmond''s fiancee, Meredith, and who framed the protagonist? Pran can infer from the trace of handwriting, but he can''t figure out the meaning of this setting.


    Even Pulan, who graduated from University, is enthusiastic about literature and has never been in contact with such a strange novel. A strong feeling tells him that this novel is likely to create a new school and become another fire in the era of fierce development of literature!


    Such a work is beyond the limit of excellence, and Pran himself can not complete the specific evaluation of this work.


    But there is no doubt that such a work should not be buried, should not even look at, he felt ashamed.


    In his heart, all his resentment towards motley dissipated and became respect and gratitude. Motley could take over the novel review of count of Monte Cristo if he wanted to, but he didn''t take advantage of his failure. Shame at the same time, he also had a lingering curiosity in his heart. Is such a work really created by the famous Playboy Harvey Adrian?


    "The plot of the work is in order and has strong control, which is difficult for ordinary novelists to achieve. Moreover, can the views of the characters be written by just a noble childe? God, no! It''s because Harvey Adrian has been in society all the year round that he knows people of different classes like the back of his hand. "


    Recalling the first impression of Harvey Adrian when he met him, Pran was more and more sure: "with such observation and insight, he can never be as simple as what is said in the rumor. I must apologize to him and thank Mr. Evelyn."


    At the end of the meal, Pran apologized to motley and submitted an application for additional publication in the eyes of many reviewers.


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    Harvey also completed the creation of "count of Monte Cristo" with 6000 words. Since the submission of "count of Monte Cristo", his burden has been much less. Anyway, the publishing speed of the number of words he writes is still decided by the publishing house. Moreover, the failure of "count of Monte Cristo" has greatly damaged his confidence. If you are not sure whether it can be published, don''t expect Tiankai to win the Leonard prize.


    He prepared for the worst, wrote an invitation to Diana Cromwell for dinner and was ready to send it out.


    Now that he is ready for the worst, Harvey is much more relaxed. He has completed his writing task for today. He is ready to go out and take some activities to find out what he is interested in.


    When he passed through the corridor, he found the door of an empty room open. As he walked over, he saw Shirley sitting in the center of the room. She was tall, wearing the most common Maid Dress in this era, but she exuded amazing classical beauty. Shirley looked at the drawing board in front of her, bathed in the sunshine from the window, and her temperament was more dignified and elegant, Harvey believes that no matter how highly skilled the painter is, it is impossible to paint this scene.


    Close to the past, Harvey found that Shirley painted himself. He sketched his manner when he created the count of Monte Cristo. His superb painting skills are comparable to those of some professional painters in the field of drawing. However, because of the pursuit of perfect details, Harvey''s look or bedroom background are too big and detailed, but you will feel a little confused when you look at it.


    Harvey knows that Shirley is interested in painting. Maybe because she has a trace of ELF blood, she has excellent talent in painting and music. But the Adrian family is not lagging behind. Harvey Adrian has also sold the only piano in her family and can''t afford the paint for painting.


    In the corner of the room, there are also some drawing boards, all of which are her works in recent years. Shirley has to take care of this big house. It''s hard for her to find time to do what she likes. She can''t draw a picture for several months.


    Noticing Harvey''s arrival, Shirley stopped her pen and turned to bow to him


    Ming Ming grew up together, the relationship between the two is not very good.


    Harvey looked at the inside of the painting, clapped his hands and said, "it''s a good painting. Don''t care about me. Let''s finish it."


    Shirley nodded gently. Harvey picked up the sketchpad piled up in the corner of the room and found that Shirley''s paintings were basically his own, and each one had subtle changes, especially the one Shirley was drawing now. Although she had the same appearance, it was hard to associate the same person with the sketchpad at first sight.


    ——Do these paintings represent her image in Shirley''s heart?


    Harvey felt his chin and asked, "Shirley, do you have anything else besides portraits?"


    "There should be no problem. I''ve tried to draw still life before."


    Harvey opened the wooden window of his room, looked out at the street scenery and said with a smile, "how about trying to draw the scenery out of the window? It might be useful for my novel. "


    Sherry came to Harvey''s side and looked at the street scenery together. The buildings were generally not high. The height of the two floors could see the surrounding scenery very well. She squinted to see the pedestrians and buildings in the street, and looked hesitant.


    Harvey looked at her hesitation thoughtfully.


    Leaving the residence, Harvey wanders around the city full of British Victorian style, purposefully looking for traces of magic.


    Magic is not a legend in this world. As far as he knows, there are props about magic sold in stores. If he can learn magic, his self-protection ability and identity will be improved.


    After several streets, he finally found a shop with a strange style.


    "Magic prop house? It''s magic. "


    The shop is very small, only the size of his bedroom. It is located in a quiet street. Glass cabinets display all kinds of strange things, including animal skulls, brightly colored gemstones, sticks and some small toys full of Steampunk flavor.


    Push the door to go in and see a tired looking fat man sitting in front of the counter, even if the guests do not stand up to say hello, look at Harvey and continue to be in a daze.


    Harvey took off his hat and nodded politely to him. The owner didn''t ask him anything. Instead, he felt relaxed and began to enjoy visiting the goods. All the things sold in the shop were marked with names and specific functions. Most of them were low-level materials used in casting. Harvey found something he was interested in after walking back and forth for several times.


    A spell book that records zero level magic [magic trick], marked price is 70 Barents.