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

　"That's not quite right."

　Looking at the indignant kitten, Carly smiled:

　"A story is ultimately just a story, and every part deserves respect: some people like the ups and downs of the story structure, some like the colorful characters in the story, and some just like the beautiful illustrations of newspaper novels."

　"But no matter what, people's preferences are equal. As long as you don't use your own preferences to control others—like Finkiho, who clearly reads less but accuses other works of plagiarizing his favorite newspaper novels—then what you like is a very personal matter. There is no need and should not be any interference with or denigration of others' preferences."

　"He attacked me first," Aurora puffed out her cheeks. "Well... I was just retaliating..."

　"I know you're sensible," Carly said, reaching across the table and rubbing Aurora's head. "Don't worry about what others say. Just focus on writing your story. That's all that's needed."

　"In the final analysis, real readers will still follow your writing because of a good story. Let others say or do whatever they want. The truth will always be true."

　""

　After Miss Carly finished speaking, Xingmo felt that Aurora had become soft all over.

　Seeing her like this, Perlis chuckled and clapped her hands:

　"Okay, the appetizers are here, stop being reasonable, it's time to eat."

　"Eat! Eat!"

Chapter 654: Laziness in Comfort (Part 13) -3k- (Two Updates in One)

　In the manager's office of Jinleyuan, Manager Sylvie was handling the accounts with a nervous expression.

　The first section of the Extraordinary Department has arrived... They are definitely not here for vacation... They must be here to deal with some matters...

　Do they have law enforcement authority? Not sure... No information has been received from offline yet...

　Gotta get all the accounts sorted out asap...

　Just as Sylvie was getting nervous, there was a knock on the door:

　"dong dong dong..."

　"Who?" she shouted with courage.

　"Supernatural Department, Section 1, please open the door." A sleepy female voice came from outside the door.

　"Wait a moment! I'm changing my clothes over here, I'll be right there!"

　It’s too late... Sylvie immediately took out all the illegal account books and piled them up.

　I was thinking before if I could get away with it, but now I can only destroy it.

　"Not ready yet?" said the voice outside the door.

　"immediately!"

　Sylvie sorted them out quickly and finally gathered all the illegal files together.

　She flicked her wand, and a blazing fire ignited in the fireplace beside her. She immediately stood up, holding the file and preparing to throw it into the fire -

　"Is it sorted? Thank you."

　A small hand took the file she held towards the fire.

　Sylvie's eyes flickered slightly, and she was surprised to find that the girl with black hair and golden eyes was standing in front of her without her knowing when.

　She took the file, nodded to Sylvie to express her gratitude, and then whispered to the door:

　"She's sorted it out."

　The door opened and Ophelia came in pushing a wheelchair, followed by Angelica and Albus.

　Looking at Miss Sylvie who looked stunned, Ophelia smiled faintly:

　"You take quite a while to change clothes."

　Sylvie glanced at Ophelia, then at Cain beside her.

　Kneel down decisively:

　"No! Sirs! I'm innocent! That woman forced me to do this! I didn't want to... I didn't want to..."

　A wand lifted her chin, and her gaze rose to meet Ophelia's.

　Those cold and ruthless eyes.

　"If you still want to live, then cooperate with the investigation honestly and explain yourself," Ophelia said softly. "Do you understand?"

　"I understand..."

　Sylvie closed her eyes, her heart filled with pain.

　If I had known this day would come...

　The next day, when Xingmo got up, she saw Aurora staring at the newspaper again.

　As serious as a kitten fishing by the river.

　She sneaked up to Aurora, stuck her head out, and found Aurora laughing softly.

　"Is it going well?" she asked.

　Aurora said nothing, turned around with a smile, and opened the newspaper.

　Xingmo took a look at the voting column——

　——1532:543!

　"We'll definitely win!" Aurora raised her little fist.

　How could the situation have suddenly turned around like this? Xing Mo felt a little bit unbelievable.

　It's not that bad, is it? The gap was still the same yesterday. Could the fans of "The Day Before Yesterday's Sailboat" have rebelled?

　After moving his eyes slightly and scanning the newspaper column, Xingmo's doubts were answered.

　Next to the voting column, the headline was prominently displayed:

　"The book signing event for Volume 13 of 'Flowers Always Bloom' concluded successfully! Did a dispute break out? Miss Camellia personally resolved the conflict!"

　This report records the conflict between Finkiho and Aurora, and how Miss Carly resolved it, in great detail.

　At the end of the report, the editor wrote:

　"...Mr. Finkiho left the scene in disgrace after losing the debate. He undoubtedly should have been more careful with his choice of words and attitude. There's no such thing as superiority or inferiority in literature, and the attention a doujinshi receives doesn't equate to the quality of one's writing. This is already a fickle age. Perhaps each of us needs to plant "The Stars and the Trees" in the pure land of our hearts."

　Editor's name: Sophie.

　"It seems Finkiho has also upset the editor-in-chief!" Aurora smiled happily. "That's great! We're going to win! He's going to be pissed off!"

　"We can never lose," Xingmo hugged Aurora and gently pressed her cheek against hers. "As long as you hold on to your love for words, you can never lose."

　"You sound like some idiot in the ivory tower!" Aurora stuck out her tongue.

　"Okay, to celebrate everything going well, let's go eat something delicious tonight!" Xingmo patted Aurora on the back.

　"Okay! Let's go eat something delicious!"

　"Let me guess, while we're here slogging through the accounts, someone's eating something delicious..."

　Ophelia raised her head, looked at the dim desk lamp, and blinked her sore eyes.

　Across from her, the members of Section 1 of the Extraordinary Department had already fallen asleep.

　Only Miriam was still flipping through the account books at high speed.

　"Do we really need to check so thoroughly?" Ophelia couldn't help but ask.

　"Of course it's necessary. After all, we've decided to play by the rules." Miriam's eyes moved rapidly. "Or rather, this is part of the trial."

　"Trial?"

　"Well, Xiaomo hopes that we can forge our own path without being interfered with, so we can't rely too much on her."

　While Miriam was flipping through the account book, she reached out and covered the sleeping little Cain with her coat.

　The little girl was also working hard to check the accounts, but she really didn't understand much and couldn't do it on her own, so she fell asleep while watching.

　"Speaking of which, we've uncovered quite a bit," Miriam brought the subject back. "All of the previous charges can basically be proven by these hidden accounts. As long as we hand these account books over to the August Palace, Golden Paradise will legitimately close down."

　"That's great," Ophelia said as she began to make coffee. "So, we're almost done with our work?"

　"Well, almost..."

　Miriam flipped through the pages quickly, her eyes flashing with golden light.

　Just then, she suddenly saw a special account.

　After taking a look, she laughed:

　"Haha, this is interesting. Look: Salma Garner spent a lot of money on grassroots propaganda. Guess who is paying for this propaganda?"

　"Newspaper reporter?"

　"Not only that, but also contributors to major newspapers... opinion leaders among the public... even novelists!"

　"Novelist?" Ophelia frowned. "Is it possible for someone who writes novels to help promote them?"

　"Well, promote some subtle things, such as portraying the Messina Chamber of Commerce as a great and glorious entity, and then portraying the Chamber of Commerce's enemies as corrupt and incompetent."

　The more Miriam read, the more interesting it became:

　"Oh, look, this is money for the editorial department. This part of the money is allocated to some newspaper fiction writing societies. They incorporate some elements that the Chamber of Commerce wants to include into the newspaper fiction..."

　"This is disgusting..." Ophelia frowned. "Using popular literature as ideological poison?"

　"Well, some are distributed to ordinary doujinshi writers," Miriam nodded. "These people are more subtly influenced. Let me see... Never Again... Azalea... Blue Past..."

　"Blue Past? This name sounds familiar." Ophelia said.

　"Familiar? I haven't paid much attention to it." Miriam raised her head.

　"This author seems to be competing with Miss Prophet for publishing position. Haven't you read the newspaper recently?" Ophelia said.

　"Where's the time? I almost fell asleep while flipping through these things," Miriam complained.

　"Thank you for your hard work..."

　Ophelia pushed the brewed coffee in front of Miriam and started brewing a new cup:

　“So, these authors took money from Salma?”

　"Well, no wonder he likes to spread his values ​​everywhere," Miriam muttered, "Let's tell Xiaomo about this information. I'll beat that guy up next time I see him."

　She snapped her fingers, and a little golden sparrow flew out from her fingertips and flew out the window.

　At this moment, the door of the room was pushed open, and Ataniti and Chenxi rushed in carrying two large bags, shouting:

　"Eat, eat! It's time to eat! Get up and eat!"

　Albus and Angelica were startled. They stood up, looked at each other dazedly, and rubbed their eyes.

　"I actually...fell asleep..."

　"I don't blame you. You're really tired," Ophelia smiled, holding her coffee cup. "Then let's eat first."

　"uh-huh!"

　Finkiho couldn't remember how long it had been since he had a decent meal.

　He didn't have any good job, and since graduating from technical school, he has been hanging out on the streets all day, receiving relief meals and picking up newspapers to read.

　He had hardly read any books since he was a child, and if his financial resources had not been unable to support other entertainment activities, he would definitely not have read anything in the newspaper.

　As a result, he became addicted to newspaper novels.

　He really liked "The Sailboat the Day Before Yesterday". The profound language in the story and the touching and tear-jerking plot of the Conferred Gods greatly shocked him, as he had never read many books since he was a child.

　So, he often frequented various bookstores to discuss the plot and the beautiful character illustrations with like-minded people.

　They defend "The Sailboat of the Day Before" and fight back against any remarks harmful to this great work, like an army ready to march.

　They formed a force and thought they could turn the tide.

　But Finkiho knew that this couldn't go on.

　It is impossible to survive if you rely on relief meals every day.

　Then just create! He has read books of the level of "The Sailing Ship the Day Before Yesterday" and he already understands literature very well.

　So he started to create original works.

　So he failed, failed, and failed again.