Lovecraft reached out and shook hands with Sean.

His palms were soft and his fingers were slightly cool.

A pair of eye sockets are deeply sunken, as if to hide those mysterious eyes.

His chin is wide and long, and his mouth is pursed lightly, giving a sense of unsmiling.

"I've read your work." Craft stared into Sean's eyes with some seriousness in his eyes. "The writing is strong, the ideas are profound, but... very traditional. The author of Leon has always been like this."

very traditional? Is it a compliment?

Sean said with a polite smile: "I have also read your work, especially the "Dunwick Horror" serialized on "New Horror" in the last few issues - to be honest, I admire your imagination very much ."

For Sean, who writes with the power of the feather, Lovecraft is the truly gifted writer.

Not only that, but Sean even suspected that the horror literature master in front of him might have the identity of an explorer——

The "Old Gods" vaguely described several times in his works are inexplicably compatible with those "Old Lords"...

It seems that in order not to be perceived by those existences, the names and descriptions have been slightly modified.

If he is not an explorer, how can he vividly describe those strange things that only those who have gone deep into the mystery are likely to witness?

Could it be, as he soberly described in the text, that he saw those things in a dream?

The author in front of him is as mysterious as his work.

After the greeting, Mr. Craft and his friend sat back in their chairs.

Sean and Moonlight sat on the other side, Ling Sifeng asked with a mysterious smile, "Ginseng soup or herbal tea?"

Sean's throat moved: ...usually, not coffee or tea?

"Water, I'm used to drinking water. Thank you." Thinking of the medicinal smell in the tea soup, Sean decided to make a safer choice.

Moonlight smiled and asked for a cup of herbal tea.

After Ling Sifeng made the tea, she returned to Sean and started chatting from all over the world...

However, she did not forget the purpose of Sean's visit this time, and in front of the two authors, she explained some matters of the collection and publication of short stories.

Overall, Sean has unknowingly accumulated some work. If you want to publish a collection of short stories, you need to add two more stories.

After the assembly is published, the royalty income will definitely exceed the sum of the remuneration for these works. Not only that, but Sean's fame will also increase due to the promotion of the magazine...

"After that .

"After all, every author wants to write an epic long story, doesn't they?"

Sean, who didn't think much about the length of the article, suddenly realized another possibility and couldn't help but smiled gratefully.

Ling Sifeng was also a little excited, tapped his arm with a pencil, and said, "That's right, that's right!

"Mr. Dickinson, your previous short story has actually already taken the form of a long story...

"In all of your short stories, the protagonists are almost always 'Mr. Wuyou'.

"You can consider letting 'Mr. Wuyou' experience a grander adventure..."

The chat with Ling Sifeng and Kraft gave Sean a lot of inspiration that he had never had before.

During the chat, Moonlight said with a smile: "...I think Sean will be able to write the best-selling work of the editorial department of "New Fear" in the future..."

This is the blessing and vision of a friend, and there is nothing wrong with Ling Sifeng and Kraft.

However, Ben Freddy, his friend who came with Kraft, suddenly turned his body and looked directly at the moonlight: "Sir, I don't agree with you.

"Obviously, Mr. Lovecraft is the best author of New Fear.

"It must be Mr. Kraft's work that can set a sales record."

Unexpectedly, one of his unintentional words stirred another gentleman's nerves. Moonlight smiled and said, "Maybe... At least, now."

Ignoring Kraft's hand to dissuade, Freddy stood up with a stiff smile on his face, wiped his glasses and asked, "You mean that Mr. Dickinson will surpass Kraft one day. gentlemen?"

Yueguang also stood up politely: "I'm afraid, this is bound to happen."

Freddy put on his glasses and took a serious step closer: "Have you read, Mr. Craft's recent "Crazy Mountains"?

"Do you think there is any other author in the world who can create a story like that?"

Moonlight also took a step closer: "Then have you read, Mr. Dickinson's "River of Redemption" recently?

"I don't think there is any work out there that surpasses it..."

There was already a tension between Freddy and Moonlight.

Their respective friends seemed to have the same personality, and despite the embarrassed persuasion of Sean and Love behind them, they just wanted to explain that their friends were the best writers in this room.

It stands to reason that Ling Sifeng, who should be persuaded to be reconciled, is biting the end of the pencil lightly and watching with interest...

Sean and Love didn't care about such titles, they just kept discouraging the two who were getting more and more gunpowder.

Ling Sifeng suddenly clapped her hands, causing all four to look at her.

"Who is the best writer of "New Fear" at present?" She smiled excitedly, "I also want to know the answer.

"Why don't we decide the outcome today?"

The editor whose brain circuits parted ways with ordinary people's eyes flashed with excitement: "Why don't you two improvise a short story in the editorial department and let me judge?"

Ling Sifeng waved his hand: "Of course, this doesn't mean who is the best...

Under the thick lenses, her eyes were smiling: "However, this is very interesting, isn't it?"

"I think I can..." Moonlight squinted and stared at Freddy, already helping Sean promise.

Freddy also refused to give in: "Love's mind is full of novel stories, and he can write them now..."

Then, the three of them looked at Sean and Lovecraft who looked blank.

I don't know if it was affected by the environment of the editorial department. After hearing what Ling Sifeng said, Sean, who was a little embarrassed due to the argument~lightnovelpub.net~, felt a little eager to try at this moment:

"It just so happens that I still need two short stories to compile and publish, and..." He squinted slightly, remembering the scarlet pen in his inner pocket, "I haven't used this pen to create before..."

"The City of Two Suns" Shen Yu has given the story a strong horror color...

If you add the "scarlet pen", what kind of story will be written?

Will the calm master of terror in front of him also read the heart throbbing?

An inexplicable curiosity and competitive spirit were ignited in his heart.

Sean Dickinson wasn't even afraid to face the old masters, let alone the challenge.

Facing the senior, he still smiled, but the smile contained a bit of probing and questioning.

As if to say: Mr. Kraft, what do you think?

On the other hand, Lovecraft, who is keen to create, did not object.

He has been under some mysterious influence these days, and has been working on a story about the bottom of the Atlantic Ocean...

He felt that this was a good time to write it out.

And just... Tall Kraft glanced at his bloated handbag: I brought that thing...

"I have no opinion." The elegant horror master tilted his head with a serious expression on his face.

After the expression changed, the aura was also different.

The light illuminated his angular face from top to bottom, completely hiding the deep eyes in the shadows, like a solemn ancient stone sculpture.

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