Dragon, choose cultural victory to make money

Chapter 58: Drogo Comic in Preparation

Robben opened the notebook he carried with him and began to copy quickly. As a skilled copyist, he was extremely accurate in tracing the shapes. It didn't take him long to copy all the sketches of Mira's paintings at the exhibition.

However, Robben is a decent man. He will not directly use the images created by Mira. Although this practice is very common nowadays, he still plans to design his own based on Mira's style.

Moreover, Mira's paintings are a bit too dark. I can't imagine how the protagonist should overcome these things. I really don't know what she went through to draw such a picture.

He planned to make these figures more human-like, so that it would be easier to draw the movements.

I read in the newspaper that the kingdom is preparing to formulate a copyright bill for literary works. If it is passed, not only will plagiarism be restricted in the future, but creators can also earn additional income through derivative works.

Just like scientists and wizards, being a creator will also be a respected job in the future.

Although he is completely ignorant of politics, he is quite optimistic about the bill passing.

It’s not that he has seriously analyzed the pros and cons of all parties, but mainly because he heard rumors that the Drogo Group has already opened up all the links in the parliament and is just waiting for the vote.

The Drogo Group is so powerful that their toys and potions alone are sold all over the country and exported overseas. And now anyone who hasn't seen the Shadow of Magic will be ridiculed as outdated.

It is said that he is also highly respected among magicians, but he is not sure about the specific affairs of the extraordinary people.

His favorite product is a drink called Coca-Cola. It is sweet and feels like a crackling explosion in your mouth when you drink it. The experience is doubled when you add ice cubes. He only buys a bottle of it on his birthday.

I just don't know why the Drogo Group named a very unpalatable potion as Pepsi, since it's obviously not fun at all when you drink it.

While he was painting furiously, Ribery beside him was touched by Mira's work. He was inspired and started drawing grids while muttering to himself.

During their collaboration, Ribery would mark roughly what was to be drawn in each comic frame.

"Why did we always insist on ordinary people relying on luck to obtain constructs and fight against the enemies on the mainland? It's so stupid, so stupid."

"The evil demons that invaded from other planes were sealed by the legendary hero, but a thousand years later the seal loosened, and the constructs left by the hero activated and chose a host to fight against the evil demons."

"A sense of fate, this is called a sense of fate! The chosen protagonist, no, several chosen protagonists, so you can design many sets of equipment. The protagonists face the trivialities of life while fighting against evil spirits. It's so immersive."

"The daughter of the bakery owner who grew up with the protagonist. She complained about the protagonist's lack of ambition and injured herself every day. After seeing the Construct Warrior fighting the evil, she began to admire the Construct Warrior, but she didn't know that it was the protagonist."

"Later, the protagonist rescued the beauty. The heroine began to doubt the protagonist's identity through her small actions and habits, but the protagonist refused to admit it. This will definitely keep the readers hooked. They must be anxious to know when the hero and heroine will recognize each other, hehe..."

"Later, a nobleman fell madly in love with the heroine, but the heroine resolutely chose the hero. The nobleman turned his love into hatred and turned to evil. He used the heroine to threaten the hero. The hero confessed his love first, and then fought back. Oh, it was so cool, haha, it was really so cool..."

Ribery stamped his feet excitedly.

Robben was so scared by Ribery's perverted laughter that he put down his charcoal pencil. He looked at his companion with shining eyes. I don't know whether readers will be able to empathize with him in the future, but the author himself felt very involved.

He didn't even try to avoid suspicion. The whole street knew that Ribery liked the daughter of the uncle who ran the bakery across from his house, including the girl herself. He thought he had hidden his secret love well.

Eight years ago, the neighbors started betting on whether his confession would be successful. Later, because too much time has passed, the bet has become whether he dares to confess and how quickly he will be rejected after confessing.

Oh, by the way, Robben dared to press forward in 3 seconds, two in a row. He thought the uncle's daughter was a nice person, so even if she wanted to refuse immediately, she would pretend to hesitate for a few seconds.

“It’s a nice painting.”

A pleasant female voice came from behind him, and Robben immediately covered the notebook instinctively.

It is one thing to hope that your comics will be read by readers, but it is another thing to ensure that the readers correspond to the comics and the author himself.

Unboxing warning!
"Why did you cover it up? I didn't say your painting was bad."

Robben quickly turned his head and saw a tall and beautiful older sister in front of him.

He stammered, "Ms. Fulin, we'll leave right away."

He also pulled Ribery next to him.

However, Ribery next to him showed no reaction and was still immersed in his creation.

"The heroine is dissatisfied with the hero concealing his identity, and the hero thinks that the heroine does not understand his great cause, so they quarrel. This can keep the readers hooked. Then the heroine feels very regretful and starts to apologize and pursue the hero frantically, hehehe..." "Ribery!" Robben was anxious. He thought that people like Ms. Fulin should be the ones who look down on comics the most.

"What's wrong? I'm full of ideas right now. Don't interrupt me while I'm writing."

"Ms. Fulin!"

"What!" Ribery also covered the draft.

"Why are you two so scared? I won't do anything to you. Is that a cartoon you're drawing?"

"Yes, ah, no!"

"I've seen the grids you drew. Only comics divide the screen like this. And I think your story is quite interesting."

"Really? You read comics too?" Robben didn't expect Ms. Fulin to say that. No one except his mother had ever praised what they had tinkered with.

"I don't read it, but I know there are dragons who do, and nine times out of ten they will like your comics very much."

"dragon?"

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This time, Drogo Magazine is not located on Cornflower Street. There is no need for the magazine to buy a building in an area with such high housing prices. Instead, it chose a location near the mixed-race area.

It is cheap, with prices only one-fifth of those in the commercial street. The downside is that the security is poor, but the crime rate here is really a bit too much for Drogo.

Currently, the three major gangs in the Mixed Zone are vassals of Drogo's vassals and are directly governed by the drow.

On the second floor, Elsa was doing the most relaxing job she had done in the past year.

Read comics.

Her task was to screen out comics with poor drawing skills and poorly written dialogues.

Don't doubt it, in any call for papers, there will be a lot of submissions from people who have no idea of ​​their own quality.

And comics that are aimed at the seductive side.

Although I like it very much, the goal of the Drogo comics is to appeal to all ages, so that it can achieve the greatest influence and have the highest IP value.

After all, the comics we liked in childhood will always have a sentimental filter on them when we grow up.

"Here you go, Editor Ginger Tea." Aisha brought a large pile of selected submissions to Drogo.

"Thank you."

“I can understand an editor giving himself a pseudonym, but why is he called Ginger Tea?”

"If you call this name, the review will be quick." Zhuo Ge quickly browsed through the submissions.

Because the prize money for the Drogo Cup Comic Contest is so tempting and there are so many submissions, Drogo needs to eliminate the works that look lousy and unworthy of scoring first.

"But what is ginger, and what is tea?"

"Ginger is a close relative of potatoes and is best stir-fried with shredded potatoes."

Drogo eliminated more than a dozen submissions that were only good at drawing but had no idea how to tell a story.

"As for tea, it is many times better than coffee!" Drogo drank the extremely bitter espresso in one gulp. It was indeed refreshing.

"Drogo!" Flynn's voice came from the other side of the door, "I've brought you a comic submission!"

(End of this chapter)