The defeated saint is also on the way to tame the evil god today

　Xingmo looked at Aurora, and Aurora immediately took out her manuscript and placed it on the table.

　Xing Mo noticed that her movements were a little nervous. It seemed that she cared about other people's opinions of her work.

　Ms. Sophie picked up a pair of silver-framed glasses and put them on. She smiled at Aurora and said softly:

　"Please give me some time to read, okay?"

　Immediately after

　Then she began to read.

　Xingmo felt her hand being grabbed. She lowered her head and found it was Aurora.

　She was obviously worried.

　""

　Time passed minute by minute, and Sophie nodded and murmured a few words from time to time.

　After a while, the editor-in-chief raised his head and nodded to Aurora with satisfaction.

　"The manuscript is excellent, the writing is very fluent, and the story is well-structured."

　"That's good." Aurora smiled faintly.

　"but..."

　Sophie looked a little embarrassed. She glanced at Xingmo, who smiled faintly.

　"Follow the standards and don't show any favoritism."

　"Okay," Sophie exhaled. "Well, there's one problem. The pace of this story isn't quite right for the Daily Masséna. Our fiction columns generally require fast-paced stories. While your story is well-written, it might not be easy for the Daily's audience to accept."

　"Fast pace? How fast?" Aurora was curious.

　"Take a look at this," Sophie said, pushing a newspaper toward Aurora. "It's pretty much the same rhythm."

　Aurora picked up the newspaper and looked at the headline:

　"Rebirth of the Ice Dragon Queen: I Am the Supreme Being in the World."

　Aurora's mouth opened slightly.

　She read quickly, with all the respect she could muster for a newspaper novel.

　The plot of this chapter is very simple: The Ice Dragon Queen, who was poisoned to death by a villain at a banquet in her previous life, is resurrected and finds herself back to the night before the banquet, with the treacherous minister right in front of her.

　Then she slapped the treacherous minister to death.

　As Aurora's gaze moved, character portraits kept appearing in the frame of the newspaper column. When the Ice Dragon Queen killed the traitor, her portrait moved rapidly and directly knocked down the traitor's portrait.

　The story ends.

　""

　Aurora raised her head and looked at the editor-in-chief opposite her with a look of despair.

　"This pace... is too fast..."

　"That's what fast-food reading is all about," Sophie said with a helpless smile. "Readers love to read. After all, newspapers are a fast-paced medium. If you want to capture the market, you have to compromise with it."

　"It's hard for us to change it," Aurora scratched her head, "Hmm..."

　"Is there a slower-paced publication?" Xing Mo asked. "How about Iris?"

　"There's a chance for 'Iris,'" Sophie nodded slightly, "but it might be harder to get a release date in the near future."

　"Is there any schedule?" Xing Mo asked.

　“Yes, but we are competing.”

　Sophie said, pulling out a list:

　"Let me see... Um... Oh, it just so happens that there's a spot in the next issue of Iris's new serials column, and there's only one book competing for it right now."

　"Is there a chance?" Aurora's eyes suddenly lit up.

　"Yes, yes. Let me see. This book is called..."

　Before Sophie could finish her words, the door to the editorial office was pushed open.

　A fat Faroese man walked in, slammed the manuscript on the table, and said in a deep voice:

　"Oh, Ms. Sophie, my manuscript has arrived."

　"It just so happens," Sophie said with a faint smile. "Let me introduce you to this author who's competing with you. His pen name is Blue Past, Mr. Finkiho."

　"Competition? I didn't expect this to happen."

　This "Blue Past" Finkiho glanced at Aurora, and then directly picked up Aurora's manuscript.

　He scanned the text for a long time, then read a few lines and smiled.

　"It's hilarious! What kind of idiotic writing is this? He wants to compete with me?"

　"you...!"

　Aurora obviously didn't expect the opponent to attack directly, and subconsciously felt a little anxious.

　She was clearly concerned about the sudden attack on her work.

　"What's wrong? You don't think what you wrote can compete with mine, do you?" Finkiho smiled, "Take a good look at what I wrote."

　He pushed his manuscript aside, and Aurora took a look at it, taking in the title:

　"The Sailboat of the Day Before: As a Delusional Person, I Became a Demon King."

　The corner of Aurora's mouth twitched.

　"Fan fiction, or fast food..."

　"What? You still look down on it? 'The Sailing Ship the Day Before' is a masterpiece." Finkiho raised his fat chin.

　"Can newspaper novels be considered classics?" Xing Mo smiled and shook her head.

　"Who are you to be if you don't like something that the people of Massena like?"

　Finkiho sneered at Xingmo and Aurora, with a smug look on his face:

　"Take your dead hipster manuscript back home. I'm sure to win."

Chapter 649: Laziness in Comfort (Part 8) -3k- (Two Updates in One)

　It's a win.

　Finkiho said this with unparalleled certainty.

　This also made Aurora unable to react for a while.

　Does he really think what he writes is better?

　"Mr. Finkiho, I don't think we need such a strong atmosphere."

　Editor-in-Chief Sophie quickly tried to smooth things over:

　"After all, we're in different genres, so there's no need to compete. Although the preview excerpt of your work in the newspaper did receive some response, but..."

　"Madam Editor, you said this was a competition," Finkiho frowned, "and I thought the result was obvious—

　—Can a work written by a mediocre author with a dead-end literary streak and a supplementary work derived from a famous work really be compared?

　"Are newspaper novels also considered classics?" Xing Mo laughed for a moment.

　Unexpectedly, when these words came out, Finkiho's eyes widened slightly.

　"Have you never read 'The Sailboat of the Day Before'? Do you know how popular he was in Massena?"

　"I've read it," Xing Mo shrugged. "I don't want to deny this emerging literary form, but popularity can't be equated with the quality of the work..."

　"Oh, you don't understand literature or art at all," Finkiho laughed. "I can see you're an outsider, right? So, what can you call a classic?"

　"Markin Porter's 'City of Mist' and Aroost Thane's 'Starlight Oath,'" Xing Mo replied calmly. "Works that record the characteristics of an era and are passed down through the masses to this day, and that can symbolize that era, can be designated as classics by the literary world."

　"Hahaha, this is hilarious," Finkiho laughed heartily. "The literacy rate of that era has nothing to do with popular spread, okay? Whose daughter are you? Do you know the literacy rate among the people before the Art Revolution?"

　"The problem is that stories don't necessarily need to be written down to be passed down," Xing Mo responded calmly. "There were operas and raps during the Yanxia Ice Dragon Dynasty, operas developed in the Citadel during the Saints' era, and the bards and singers that were popular during the Old Garo era. Stories don't necessarily need to be told in writing; they can also be passed down orally, and the public has many ways to learn about these stories."

　"That's enough," Finkiho grimaced. "This whole bunch of stuff you mentioned isn't even worthy of carrying the shoes of 'The Day Before Yesterday'. Do you know the turnover of 'The Day Before Yesterday' column? Isn't its sales several times higher than that of 'City of Mist', a mysterious and mysterious thing?"

　"Because Liu Shui is high, it's a classic..." Xing Mo lowered his head and smiled helplessly, "Sir, you seem to be trapped by your own logic."

　"Then what about the plot performance?" Finkiho raised his head. "Newspaper novels incorporate the performance of magic photos on the basis of traditional novels. Do you know how many times our performance has been praised as a masterpiece?"

　"A collision between two card men is called a performance?" Aurora couldn't help but ask.

　"Do you have imagination?" Finkiho glanced at Aurora with disdain. "If you don't have imagination, don't create. It's not suitable."

　Aurora was speechless.

　The other party's remarks were a bit too abstract, so she was tongue-tied and unable to fight back.

　"Can't refute it, right?" Finkiho laughed. "Go read 'The Sailboat of the Day Before' when you have time and improve your aesthetic taste. The new chapter's multi-line narrative and the plot that requires a lot of annotations to understand are enough for a dead literary person like you to study for another ten years. Maybe next time you'll have the chance to follow my lead and publish, hahaha..."

　After saying that, he waved to Editor-in-Chief Sophie and turned to leave.

　""

　Sophie looked a little embarrassed. She glanced at Aurora, then at Xingmo, and scratched her head sheepishly.

　"I'm sorry... This column was originally intended for doujinshi, but according to the process, as long as Ms. Ruby's work is good enough, it can be published."

　"What are the judging criteria?" Xing Mo said lightly.

　"In this case, we can only show some preview excerpts and let readers vote," Sophie shook her head helplessly. "It'll take three days. The one with the highest total number of votes will be published in Iris."

　"It looks like it won't go smoothly." Xingmo shrugged.

　What Aurora writes requires preparation, accumulation and explosion. Compared with the short and fast fast-food literature, it certainly cannot gain a short-term advantage.

　"But let's arrange it," Xingmo stood up. "If we lose the vote, we can just postpone the publication. It's no big deal."

　"Okay, thank you for your understanding."

　"You're welcome. I told you we should follow the procedure."

　Xingmo patted Aurora's shoulder. The little girl looked angry and a little lost.

　"Let's go, shall we go back first?"

　"Clang."

　After hearing the back door of the carriage close, Peter rubbed his wrist gently and said:

　"Ma'am, where are you going?"

　He is a coachman in Jinleyuan, specializing in picking up and dropping off these gentlemen and ladies with good financial resources and providing them with special services.

　And because of his identity as a coachman, he was able to hear a lot of news and witness many scandals.

　This information was exactly what he did for his job - providing intelligence to Ms. Salma Ghana.

　"To the shores of Lake Bryson," the girl in the back seat whispered.

　"okay."

　Peter waved his whip and rode his horse through the streets and alleys of Massena, looking relaxed and contented.

　The girl in the carriage was alone. From the corner of her eye, she was wearing an elaborate black dress, with long black hair draped over her shoulders like gentle flowing water. She looked quiet and beautiful.

　When facing a lone passenger, Peter would usually inquire about her identity and then write down where she went and who she met.

　This information may seem useless, but in the intrigues among those noble lords, it sometimes becomes very crucial information.

　For example, a noble lady having an affair, or a businessman looking for a new partner.

　Intelligence is money, Salma taught him.

　"My lady, your clothes are really gorgeous."

　Peter began to inquire:

　“It seems that you either have a noble bloodline or a

　"

　"I didn't," the girl whispered.

　"You're so modest," Peter smiled. "So what's your job?"