Mystery: From the Shadow World

Chapter 72 The Card of Blasphemy
Time passed, and in the blink of an eye it was July 7th. Backlund had reached the time of year when there was absolutely no fog to obstruct his vision, yet he still suffered from unbearable heat.

Inside the house at 19 Brown Street, Fors felt a little irritated. She twirled her hair with her fingers and then sighed.

Her good friend, the bounty hunter Hugh, left early and went to the East District to pursue his career, but she, the novelist, was now in a dilemma.

Jingle bell, jingle bell——

The gentle ring of the doorbell brought Fors back to her senses, having nearly fallen into an annoyed mood due to the heat. Curious, she walked forward and opened the door, only to see the girl she had met by chance a few days ago.

In his arms, he was still holding a copy of "Storm Heights," and behind it was a pile of pages filled with writing. At the top of the front page, one could still vaguely guess the contents through the outline:
Sherlock

"Good morning, Miss Forth." Philip bowed slightly and said calmly and politely, "My name is Jane, Jane Charlotte, and I'm a fan of your books."

"Hello, I'm Fors Wall."

Hearing that it was a fan of hers, Fors, who was originally in a bad mood, subconsciously smiled. While praising her own judgment, she also asked, "Miss Jian, what can I do for you?"

Hearing this, Philip showed just the right amount of restraint, but still handed Stormwind Heights to the other party. "I hope you can sign it for me. If possible, I would also like to ask you for advice on publishing the novel."

Novel publishing?

It seems that your novel is called "Sherlock Holmes". Uh, such a young girl writes a detective novel. Well, she is my fan. If the novel she writes is not satisfactory, I must encourage and help her!
Unbeknownst to Philip, Fors, who had taken out a pen to sign for him, was already preparing for the next step, thinking about how not to undermine the girl's confidence.

Then she took Philip into the living room, sat on the sofa, took the pile of manuscripts from him, and carefully opened them.

Uh, aren't you going to ask me what I want to drink? Philip blinked, and the silence in his eyes disappeared in an instant. In the end, he didn't say anything, but sat there quietly, waiting for the best-selling novelist's evaluation of him.

To be honest, she had confidence, but not much.

Judging from the online literature market in the later generations of the foodie country, "The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes" will undoubtedly be a sudden death, and Philip is most familiar with the online literature of this period.

As for the Victorian era, she didn't even know much about modern foreign novels, let alone this other world that was only similar to the Victorian era.

Moreover, after carefully comparing it with this world, Philip had to modify a lot of information in the original book, even to the point where she had to spend the whole day in the library to prevent the novel from having logical errors that would be laughed at by people, even curly-haired baboons.

After several days of hard work, Philip finally completed this uneasy product.

After seeing the protagonist Watson, a doctor from Backlund Medical School and a military doctor, Fors Wall glanced at her imperceptibly, with a hint of ambiguity in her eyes, and she seemed to have the urge to say something.

But in the following period of time, her attention seemed to be drawn to the text, and she paid no attention to the surrounding environment. Her fingers, with yellow marks from cigarette smoke, moved the manuscript paper in front of her to the back again.

Philip sighed silently in his heart, then picked up the "Storm Heights" that the other party had just returned to him, and silently started his third reading.

As for the second viewing, it was because Dan Xin Fors might ask related questions, and I wanted to avoid being considered a fake fan, so I watched it again yesterday.

Half an hour passed like this. After a moment of trance, Fors returned to reality and found Jane Charlotte still waiting for her by reading a novel. Her eyes gradually lit up: "Miss Jane, this is really great!"

Philip, who had already prepared himself mentally, was very calm and even humbly asked if there was anything that needed improvement.

Excellent, no, brilliant reasoning. It's hard to imagine that this could be human insight and wisdom. Deeply shocked by Holmes, Sherlock felt emotional in his heart, and was somewhat excited that the birth of this character was similar to his own.

The lady, who was about 23 years old, instantly became energetic. She took Jane Charlotte's hand and started chatting with her while comparing the original text. She also gently put forward her opinions at the right time and explained the relevant content of the novel publishing.

So, without Philip's foresight, her consultation with Fors was delayed until almost noon. She narrowly avoided being forced to return to her male body due to exceeding the limit of "Silver White"'s endurance by going to the bathroom.

One p.m.

Philip had lunch with Fors in a restaurant and returned to Brown Street before finally returning to his room and taking off the "silver" ring that almost made him numb.

I'm going there again in two days.
He had submitted his paper manuscript to Stanford Publishing House in Hillston District that morning. Now he had to wait for three days for review. After confirming that the work was qualified, he would pay the money for self-publishing.

Next there are many things to do, such as signing contracts, typesetting and art editing, revising the manuscript and even compiling it into a book, so if you go through this whole process, it will take at least until the end of August or even September.

But these are all small things nowadays.

Philip walked to the suitcase in the corner, put his fingers on it and stroked it gently, raised the corners of his mouth, and his mood suddenly improved.

The money from Miss Justice had been transferred to his account yesterday. The amount was much higher than he expected, a full 5900 pounds. Together with the 200 pounds that Philip had left for himself after deducting daily expenses, Philip now had a huge sum of 6100 pounds.

This kind of financial resources was enough to attend the more upscale gatherings that Maric mentioned. Whether it was information about Extraordinary Pets and Messenger Ritual, or the collection of Russell's diary and the purchase of Extraordinary materials, it wasn't a big problem.

In the evening, I went to ask the other party the detailed address of the party in Queens.

Speaking of which, thinking of the collection of Russell's diaries recorded on that page, Philip's expression suddenly became a little complicated. He then took out the diary copy that he had folded into small pieces from his pocket:
"On March 14th, I created the seventh Blasphemous Card, 'The Judge'! What a handsome figure! I really hope it will be displayed to the world forever."

"Yes, that's right, let's do it!"

"Hahaha, forever! I need a symbol that represents me forever, besides the 'Black Emperor'! I want to design a spell that absolutely no one can guess: 'The magnificent, noble, universally admired, flawless Emperor Roselle!'"

"What a great idea! Those guys might never be able to find this card even if they search hard. They'll never imagine that the target is so close, yet so far away!"

"But, subconsciously, I wonder if anyone can really guess it. It's quite sad to think about it."

"Even if it's just close."

"Any language is fine."

(End of this chapter)