"What can you divination?"

　　 "Anything is fine."

　　 The woman said confidently.

　　 "That...career."

　　 While talking, he fetched a few copper coins from his pocket and threw them over.

　　 Don’t look at Jenkins’s daily contact costs, which are all in "10 pounds", but he also has to buy vegetables and feed the cats. Naturally, he has change in his pocket.

　　 "Marriage?"

　　 "No, I mean career."

　　 "Okay, that's marriage."

　　 The coin crossed the dark street and was accurately caught by the woman. She nodded, neither asking for palm reading, nor props such as crystal ball, let alone looking up to stargazing.

"Your love is very complicated, yes, very complicated. I have seen some red lines, some have already begun, and some if there is nothing. But one of your future partners will encounter an accident before the **** of war leaves. It's a terrible accident."

　　 Her words stopped here. Jenkins touched the brim of his hat, trying to hide his face under the murky two-tone moonlight.

　　 "What I want to fortune is my career...Do you need me to take out some more gold pounds so that you can help resolve it?"

　　 He sneered softly, and at the same time was ready to escape over the wall, just like when he was at the door of Mr. Barnard that night.

　　 "No, this is your destiny and should be resolved by yourself. But I can give you two hints."

　　 "What hint?"

　　 Jenkins felt like he had fallen into a trap.

　　 Very good, pacing slowly, seeming more natural, now it is close to the wall. This wall is not too high, as long as you jump up and grab the protruding brick, you can turn it over in one fell swoop.

　　 "First, go to the left."

"Ok?"

　　 These people who like divination, sure enough, will be mysterious.

　　 "Second, have you heard the story of the devil and the boy during the famine years?"

　　 "I heard it."

　　 Jenkins replied that he had a hunch that he would hear the fourth version.

"I don't know how far the story you've heard is from the truth, but what I want to say starts from the end: the devil tried to deceive the boy with a contract, but was defeated by the boy's goodness and innocence. The church found the devil and defeated it. The evil power of the boy was sealed, and the boy returned to his home and lived with his younger siblings. With the power of love, he completely wiped out the evil of the devil and lived a happy life."

"that's all?"

　　 Jenkins can't believe that this increasingly complex story will have such a perfect ending.

　　 There are many contradictions in the four versions of the story he currently knows. For example, in the story known to the original owner Jenkins, the little boy found the devil after crossing thousands of mountains and rivers. This is obviously the processing of the story. In the professor’s version, the devil becomes the lawful and the great **** becomes the villain. This is Because his story is taken from the evil scriptures of cultists, it will naturally be processed and conform to his own values.

　　 "From common sense, once human beings are transformed into demons, it is absolutely impossible to have kind thoughts. So this story...Hahaha, do you believe it?"

　　 The woman talked and laughed, her voice getting louder and louder, even causing the air to vibrate. A crack appeared in the glass showcase on the street. Jenkins was taken aback, ignored the story, jumped up and disappeared behind the low wall on the street, but the woman did not chase.

　　 "Mr. William, the savior, is it you?"

　　 The laughter stopped, and the woman whispered, revoking the disguise spell and returning to the appearance of Miss Audrey.

　　 "The hermit, let us wait and see."

　　 The wheel of time turns, and the next few days are calm and everything is fine. This is not a common thing. Apart from the terrible air over Nolan, there is nothing that can affect Jenkins' mood.

　　 Of course, he did not investigate the identity of the woman that night.

　　 "Ah, Mr. William, you are really my lucky star."

　　 Publisher Mr. Bro laughed and opened his arms, trying to hug Jenkins, but he swiftly avoided him.

　　 "You seem to be very happy today?"

　　 The place where the two talked is still the second floor of the old antique shop.

Episode 112

　　 This book stumbling, it has also written 200,000, and it will be on the shelves tomorrow. Readers who have been following may know that the early results of this book were extremely dismal, and it was only slightly better until the editor of Orange gave a very good recommendation. As of today, the collection has just passed 5000, which is definitely not comparable to the big guys of the book guest, but I am also content. I hope you can support me tomorrow. The first set of results is very important.

　　 I promised to add 30 chapters, divided into 3 days. Because there are still 2 original chapters every day, so it is actually 12 chapters every day.

　　 The first day, that is, Friday, at 12: noon, Chapter 6 and at 6: PM, Chapter 6.

　　 The second and third days, that is, the two days of the weekend, chapter 6 at 6:30 in the morning and chapter 6 at 6 in the afternoon.

　　 Each chapter is still the original 2,000 words, updated seventy-two thousand in three days.

　　 As for whether there are any more rewards after it is put on the shelves, I have to wait for my saved manuscript to reply to my vitality. There are too many foreshadowings in this book. If you write a chapter every day, it will collapse in a few days, so please forgive me.

　　 Finally, I would like to ask for the first order tomorrow at noon. Because it was only after ten o'clock that it was a VIP chapter, the morning chapter was temporarily moved to noon. Ask for tickets, ask for rewards, ask for blades, ask for subscriptions.

Section 113 Chapter 109 Expanded Sales (First Order)

　　 "It goes without saying, Mr. William, you absolutely can't think of, absolutely can't think of, what is the beauty of "The Stories of Foreigners" in Beldiran!"

　　 While talking, he took out several stacks of newspapers from the black buttoned briefcase.

　　 The ink smell is still very strong.

　　 Jenkins glanced at it. Most of these newspapers are highly professional literary publications, or local tabloids in Beldylan, which are difficult to buy in Nolan.

　　 "Their praise seems a bit too much."

　　 Jenkins turned a few pages casually, and slammed it over. He wondered whether the big publisher in front of him had learned advanced marketing without a teacher in order to make money.

"how come."

The chubby middle-aged man shook his hand quickly and unbuttoned the button at the top of his shirt. "I just returned from Bel Dylan on a steam train. I am familiar with the situation there. Mr. William, you are really in the kingdom. I'm famous, I heard that your Royal Highness likes your book very much!"

　　 "Although I don't know much about politics, there doesn't seem to be a princess in our kingdom?"

　　 "Of course, there are no princesses who have inheritance rights, but don't the elderly kings have relatives with foreign surnames? They are also princesses."

"whatever."

　　 Jenkins took the envelope handed over by the publisher, inserted it with his **** and raised it slightly, then raised his eyebrows.

　　 "It seems that it is a lot more than the stated number, right?"

　　 There are more than a lot. He knows how many books were printed in the first batch of Berdylan, so he can also calculate that these golden pounds are more than ten times the amount under normal circumstances.

"Is such that."

　　 Mr. Blow smiled embarrassedly, "Because the book sells so well, so we urgently print it..."

　　 "In the agreement signed, it doesn't seem to say that."

　　 Jenkins interrupted him, "Isn't it necessary to ask for my opinion to print this matter before proceeding?"

　　 "But who can't get along with the golden pound, Mr. William, your talent..."

　　His voice is getting smaller and smaller, and Jenkins is watching silently, as if facing an ancient idol.

　　 Mr. Bro took out the white embroidered cotton handkerchief in his chest pocket, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and then realized how blasphemous his thoughts were.

　　 "Traveler, forgive me."

　　 He prayed in a low voice. This **** has a contractual priesthood, so he is a common belief object of merchants.

　　 As for how pious the merchants are, this is something only God can know.

　　 "It's our fault this time."

　　 he explained in a low voice.

　　 Mr. Bro has been doing business in Nolan City for many years, and there are so-called "friends" in the city hall and the gang.

　　He knows very well the influence of the humble antique dealer, Dad, in the local area. He also remembers that when he first asked him to cooperate, it seemed that the bishop of the [Knowledge and Books] church personally signed the cooperation approval.

　　 Otherwise, the release of this book would not be so fast.

　　 "Don't be so serious."

　　 Jenkins doesn't know how terrifying the divine self is in front of some naturally sensitive people. He put the envelope in his pocket and turned to look out to the street.

　　 "Mr. Bro, I'm just an ordinary writer."

　　 A group of men in black riding horses passed Fifth Queen's Road, and the pedestrians on the road evaded one after another. What's the matter, where are the people so arrogant in broad daylight, what are the policemen of the city hall doing?

　　 "No, no, how can your talent be ordinary?"

　　 "I have never asked about the sales of this book, and the profit share is always as much as you give me."

　　 "This is your generosity and generosity. I am really honored to work with a noble person like you."

　　Mr. Bro did not hesitate to praise himself. Half of it comes from the sincerity, and half is definitely pretending.

　　 In fact, in order to limit the rights of the Orthodox Church, the kingdom cannot give all the rights of the publishing industry to the [Knowledge and Books] Church. The secular power struggle has been going on all the time.

　　 But in a world where there is a true God and can prove miracles, the power of faith is terrible. Jenkins was worried that he would be deceived when he was so innocent. But the old man told him that one-fifth of the middle and high-level practitioners related to the publishing industry are sages and devout believers, and in the other part, shallow believers also account for the majority.

In other words, only relying on Bishop Parrod’s care, if Mr. Brow wants to play tricks, he will definitely lose all the money he earned in the first half of his life-most of the people around him don’t mind reporting accounting problems, The sage proves his piety.

　　 This is the biggest advantage of the identity of Jenkins R. Williams-born in the family of the core believers of the church, this identity has more power than the down-and-out little noble family.

　　 Such a simple warning to Mr. Bro is the best way to beat Jenkins can think of.

　　 "I don't like this kind of thing at all."

　　 He thought silently, watching the team of men in black outside the window riding a long distance.

　　 Compared with negotiating with others, reading or writing in the room alone is his favorite pastime.

　　 Now that "The Stories of Foreigners" has begun to make a name in the capital, Mr. Brow intends to promote the book to the whole country by several other major publishers in the United Kingdom.

　　 Jenkins has no problem, he likes the golden pound just like ordinary people. The specific matters of cooperation still need the church to link up. The specific matters are very complicated. Today, only a preliminary intention has been set.

　　 "Mr. William, actually coming today, in addition to the matter just now, I want to ask you one more thing. About the next book..."

"Currently preparing."

　　 "Then what theme did you choose?"

　　 he asked nervously.

　　 "Love, friendship, affection, court struggle, plus some occult elements, and that's it."

　　 Jenkins nodded while talking.

　　 "That's good, you can try new themes without the shackles of fairy tales, it's really great. When the next book is published, your reputation will definitely rise to a higher level!"

　　 The publisher smiled with satisfaction, raised his hand wearing a gold ring, grabbed the collar and shook it a few times, but a layer of sweat was still involuntarily coming out of his head.

　　 "Your health is not good?"

　　 Jenkins also expresses appropriate concern for his partner.

　　 "No, no, I'm still very young. I may have seen Mrs. Tinis too many times recently..."

　　 There was an ambiguous smile on his face. Jenkins touched the cat lying on his lap and curled his mouth. Chocolate flicked his tail, almost wrapping Jenkins's wrist.

　　 What he said was probably a well-known socialite.

　　PS: Ask for recommended ticket, ask for monthly pass, ask for blade, ask for reward!

Chapter 114 Chapter 114

　　 sent away Mr. Bro, Jenkins returned to the first floor and continued his study today. The old man is wearing a monocle and carefully observes the red bullet in his hand that seems to be dripping blood.

　　 On that thing, a strong smell of blood continued to emanated, but it was within two meters of it. I can't smell anything.

"what is this?"

　　 Jenkins asked, clutching his nose. Chocolate stood on the stairs on the second floor and didn't want to come down.