Writing novels in a different world can really find a wife

"Although this is not what a maid like me should say. But, are you being too casual?"

"I'm sorry. People in Kabukicho Street...have a little bit of that... Oh, yes, I'm tired of eating yesterday's food. Can I get a new one today?"

"That, that... my lord. The day after tomorrow is the day when the results will be announced, and it is imminent. Yes, should I be more nervous. I am worried about you."

"What? Is there another day? Hey. Do you want to have a party. This may be the last chance."

"To open."

"I also want."

The envoys and the Dahal soldiers were in an atmosphere of dead tension.Everyone pinned their hopes on Cook.

"If the day after tomorrow is the end, we should enjoy ourselves in time."

"I want to eat Cook's share as well."

"Cook...... Oh, yes. I forgot if you didn't tell me. We are waiting for Cook's results."

"Hahahaha. Actually...I, I'm not qualified to say you. I...forgot too. I thought it was a public trip to travel abroad. I just remembered the purpose of our trip."

"Forget it, forget it. There's nothing you can do if you forget it. Anyway, let's have some fun first...even Cook's share."

"Yes. Even Cook's share is celebrated together. We are still thinking of Cook at this time. Cook knows that he will be moved and cry."

"Oh oh oh. I want to help Cook eat his share. This is what a companion must do."

Finally, it's time to reveal the results.

On the morning when the time limit ends, Roger, Sylph, Hall, Suzy, Nina and some guards arrive at the door of Cook's room.

Everyone's nervous heart raised their throats.

He stared intently at the heavy door that gave the impression that he would never open it.

Finally, the door that had been tightly closed for most of five days slowly opened.

Light shines into the dim room little by little, allowing people to see the scenery inside the room.

The otherwise shadowy room is stained in warm tones, giving it a new century feel.

In the next second, a thin figure came out from the shadows, and finally appeared completely in everyone's sight.

His hair is disheveled, sunken, and his eyes are dull, with heavy dark circles reminiscent of some kind of bear subspecies mascot.

The holy seal on the arm emits a weak gleam intermittently as if the battery is about to run out.

He was swaying, giving the impression that his left foot would accidentally trip over his right foot, and he would fall asleep immediately.

The current image is far from the radiant young man five days ago, so miserable that people can't help frowning when they see it, and can't help but associate him with the beggar uncle on the roadside.

Holding a large stack of manuscript paper in both hands, the young man in a bad condition slowly walked out of the room under everyone's surprised and pitiful eyes.

As soon as he saw the crowd waiting for him.He raised his head, opened his mouth slightly, and made a small sound that if he didn't listen carefully, he would mistake it for a mosquito.

"Ha. It's done. It's done. I kept everyone waiting."

As the boy said, a faint smile appeared on that withered face.But because of the sunken eye sockets, this smile has no other feeling except that it makes people feel terrified and terrified.

Roger's eyelids were twitching crazily. He took the straw paper from the boy with a little resistance, and looked at the boy in surprise.

In the end, I couldn't help but speak my mind.

"Hello, Cook. Are you okay? It looks worse than the usual Prime Minister's image."

It is already beyond the existence of zombies.Ghouls, or undead.

Cook gave another uncomfortable wry smile.

"Breaking, that's what it's like."

"Explosive liver?"

"It's the novelist's way of sacrificing his life to please his readers. Lord Roger doesn't need to care."

As Cook said, he once again showed a helpless smile that made people feel twisted as if he couldn't escape his fate.

Looking at Cook, as if he understood something, Roger could only nod.

"This, that's it. It's really not easy being a novelist."

After Roger finished speaking, he turned around and looked at Sylph and the others who followed him again.

All of them were flushed, and their faces were so nourished that they were so smooth that they shone with brilliance, like fruits full of juice, and everyone exuded the feeling of vitality.

The shape of the face became smoother.The edges and corners are gone.The painting style has become a girl manga.

Moreover, the tangy smell of alcohol.Even if you don't smell it deliberately, you will still feel your nose choking.

How much did you drink?

Recently?What kind of life did you guys live?

This comparison, even if it is an enemy, Roger still can't help but have a headache.

"Ku, Cook. You're done. I finally saw you. You don't even know how much we worry about you these days."

"We knew you could do it. I can't sleep for days."

"It's waiting for us. In the past few days, we are so anxious that we don't think about food or tea."

"Master, I'm so worried about you."

After Roger took the manuscript away, it was a touching moment of reunion.Sylph and the others immediately surrounded Cook and greeted him hypocritically.

But Cook just glared at everyone with his withered eyes, and everyone fell silent.

"Aha. Looks like it too...... Everyone is really worried about me. The skin is so beautiful, it can be broken. So, is the food and wine in the Dalabang bar still satisfying your appetite?"

Everyone smirked and looked away from Cook.

"Cook, you, what are you talking about? What kind of food and wine? We don't know."

"Yes. Cook, we are worried about you, you can't eat or sleep at all."

"You, when you are fighting, I, how can we have the heart to eat, drink, and have fun. We are comrades-in-arms, aren't we? We have the same blessings and share the same difficulties. We will not leave you behind in the matter of pleasure. I, we have no regrets ...conscientious."

"Sir, master...hehehe. I'll sell it, just sell it cute."

I really want to say, you touch your conscience.Does your conscience hurt?

Cook, whose forehead was emitting black light, glared at the four of them again, and finally gave up.

"Forget it. This is also the style of our Kabukicho street. Let's go."

"Yes."

Not being blamed, the four of them let out a big sigh of relief.Follow Cook and head to the hall with Roger to meet the Lion King.

Compared with Cook, who is light-bodied, the footsteps of the four people who have gained weight sound particularly heavy.

ps: Thank you for your participation in the morning.Doubt resolved.Although there are not many complaints.But see everyone responding to me.I know there are still so many people reading, and that's enough.Xiong will also do his best to write the novel well.Regarding the direction of the plot, please don't worry.Everything will be there.Along the way, everyone must trust the bear.And this book is hilarious and funny.

Chapter 311: A king is also a human being, and will have emotions and desires

Following Roger, Cook once again came to the Dalabang Hall.

But unlike the first time I arrived here, the number of heroes waiting in the hall was much smaller.

In addition to Barton, Max, and a few others, the Lion King himself.

The specifications of the pomp have dropped several notches from the last time everyone met here.

However, no one cared about the pomp.The purpose of this time is only to submit the work that Cook spent 5 days writing.Threats and intimidation to make the aura prevail are no longer necessary.

The only thing that was the same as when they first met was that the Lion King was still sitting on the golden throne directly in front of the hall.Max with his wand stands to the left of the Lion King, and Barton stands to the right of the throne with his sword.

The three people are very conspicuous, and you will see them as soon as you enter the hall.

This unchanging and majestic shape, the same arrangement, and the opportunity to wait there in advance......

These elements all make Cook feel familiar.

Finally, when he was halfway to the main hall, Cook suddenly realized.

'Isn't this the NPC in the previous life game? '

Maybe it's because the head of writing novels is confused.Cook actually felt that the Lion King and the others were like NPCs.

And it looks more and more like it.

Cook almost laughed at this thought.

Fortunately, I held back.Did not reveal his thoughts.Otherwise, Cook doesn't know how to explain it.If the Lion King and the others know that they think of him as an NPC, they will inevitably be punished.

Will he become a big man?very scary.

Under Roger's guidance, everyone walked up to the main hall.

The atmosphere and mood are also different from last time, much more relaxed.

Halfway through, Roger signaled Hilton, Hall, Nina and Suzy to stop.

Like last time, the envoy's entourage was asked to stop in the midfield, and only the envoy's own cook followed Roger to the Lion King.

When Roger submitted the manuscript to Barton, Cook, who was confused and excited because of the continuous work (reflection), secretly looked at Max and The Lion King.

If I guessed correctly, during the five days when my liver was exploding, these two people would read the entire volume of my "Slightly Hot Paradise" to pass the time.

After watching my own "Slightly Hot Paradise", there should be some special appearances.

So, will The Lion King and Max have those appearances?

Cook looked back and forth between Max and The Lion King.

Then, Cook noticed...  

Max's already thin face became even thinner, looking more like a zombie, and his face was also dusty in color.

Gives a feeling of death.

Looking at his appearance, one can't help but think of the words 'Big X will be reduced to ashes' written on the wall of the Dahar military camp.

The prime minister seems to have no restraint.

Although the Lion King's face is still full of red, and the aura of the overlord has not diminished, he can vaguely feel a little thinner and a little weaker.

Because he is usually a person with a strong sense of presence, so it is easy to be noticed when he reduces his momentum.

It should be said that he is a strong and strong Lion King, and his reputation is indeed well-deserved.

Cook's proud works can't pierce His Majesty's defense.I admire you.

Cook felt that The Lion King was 'a man's man'.

While Cook was looking at Max and The Lion King, the two were also looking at Cook.

Seemingly noticing what Cook had discovered, The Lion King and Max spoke first in a little embarrassment.

"This... is really true. How should I put it?"

"The situation is not optimistic. Old man, I can hardly stand upright."

"Yeah. Your Majesty, the Prime Minister...it looks very hard."

After the three of them finished speaking, they laughed heartily together.

Laughter echoed in the hall, obviously it sounded very loud, but for some reason, it just made people feel awkward.

The Lion King finished laughing, looked at Cook again, and slapped his thigh.

"Cook, don't say anything. Just understand."

Max also nodded, echoing The Lion King.

"This is the fate of being a man. We cannot control this pair of... fate."

Cook also nodded vigorously.

"Yes. I understand. I understand everything. Your Majesty, Mr. Prime Minister, I understand everything. This is a gap that we men cannot cross."

After Cook finished speaking, the three nodded together.Everyone has an expression of being understood and redeemed.

The rest of the group looked at Cook, The Lion King, Max, and even Roger and Barton, who were closest to them, as if they didn't understand what the three of them were talking about, and their faces were full of bewilderment.

And just like that, without saying anything, the idea has been delivered.