I'm going to have a fight with Superman

Chapter 362 Humans, Gods, Artifacts
"Dude, tell me the truth, is it cosplay? She looks very upset and unhappy. I like hot girls, but I don't want to go to jail." Fat Martin said seriously.

A huge villa, an empty manor, a moldy attic, and a naked, naked beauty. Maddock probably broke the law.

"I should look for you a few years later." Maddock frowned and stared at Fat Martin. "It's a pity, I can't wait that long."

"What do you mean?" Martin wondered.

"When I went to Frye's villa with a hair stone, I listened to whatever he said.

I'm certainly not stupider than you.

It's not so much that I believe him as I hope he's telling the truth.

Because I'm literally going nuts with the depletion of inspiration.

Nine months, I procrastinated for nine full months!

My agent was going crazy too.

The publishing house can't wait to find a gunman to kill me, and then find someone to write for me to finish the book.

Readers are eagerly awaiting the publication of the fifth volume.

My opponents sneered, 'Maddock is exhausted', 'Maddock can only write half a book, there are too many such short-lived authors'."

Maddock stared at the fat Martin who was stunned there, with malicious sarcasm flashing in his eyes, "How many months have you been delaying the manuscript?"

"Uh, it's only been a year or two. I'm old, and readers should be able to understand. Besides, I don't have a contract with the publishing house, so they won't force me."

Martin's expression was embarrassing, but he agreed with Madoc a little more in his heart.

——They are all the same people!

Maddock said quietly: "You are a little bit luckier than me, "Game of Thrones" adapted from "A Song of Ice and Fire" can be broadcast for at least another four or five years, and this is also your deadline (deadline).

Even if you are overdue, they will understand, because you are an old man who is almost 70 years old.

But you are more unfortunate than me.

As you get older, it becomes harder and harder to write works that satisfy yourself and readers.

If the American drama "Game of Thrones" ends before "Ice and Fire" is completed, it will inevitably be unfinished.

This will do great harm to your reputation and your status in the history of literature, and it will let down thousands of readers who adore you and like you.

Unless you can write impeccable volumes [-] and [-] afterwards.

Can you? "

"Should be able" Fat Martin's brow was sweating.

Maddock sighed, "I was more anxious than you back then, so I didn't question Frye at all, and ran home with her.

The first thing he did after returning home was to put her on the musty old sofa in the attic and possess her.

I was really nervous.

Then, I said to myself, she is not human, and no human law can judge me.

But she does look like a human being, with a soft and warm body and a sweet and clean breath. Although she is thousands of years old, she is weeping under me like a child.

For a split second, I thought that old bastard Frye was tricking me.

If she's really a normal girl, I'm screwed.

With such excitement, I gushed out of her body.

At the same time, there is also a head gushing out, full of inspiration, like a faucet hit by a car on the side of the road, it can't be blocked no matter how hard it is.

I had no clothes on, dragged my second child downstairs, and typed more than 5 words on the computer for three hours. "

"Oh my god, more than 5 words in three hours, are you rolling your face on the keyboard? Can the shit you write be given to readers to 'eat'?" Martin yelled.

"You have already eaten, and you still applauded loudly." Maddock said proudly: "I didn't modify a word afterwards. In other words, the more you modify, the worse it is before."

"You didn't lie to me?" Martin turned his head to stare at the blonde woman in the corner, swallowed, his eyes became fiery.

"You are only her fourth generation master." Maddock sighed.

"You got her from Frye, and from whom did Frye inherit it? So, she is at least 50 years old, right? Is she really a muse?" Martin wondered.

Maddock said: "She has been Homer's muse, at least a few thousand years old. You should be familiar with her first owner, the most famous Hollywood director Hitchlake in the 40s."

"Where did Hitchlake find her?" Martin asked.

"Caliope, come meet your new master and answer his questions." Madoc waved to the woman on the bed.

Looking from the side of the woman's head, the fluffy golden curly hair slid, revealing a beautiful face full of water.

Fat Martin stared blankly.

"Maddock, you promised me that you would never hand me over to anyone else." The woman said bitterly.

Her voice is like the sound of a piano in the empty valley, melodious and clear.

It's like a young phoenix singing softly, or like a mountain spring flowing into a shallow pond.

Martin immediately believed that she was indeed a goddess.

Because mortals can never make such a beautiful voice.

"Caliope, the sweet voice, she is really the muse, Calliope, I'll buy you!" Martin murmured in shock.

Calliope means "sound to the ear".

Besides the muse, Calliope was also the 'god of singing'.

"Writers are liars, and our job is to make up stories and decorate readers' dreams with beautiful lies.

Honey, I thought you knew this already.

Well, when Frye handed you over to me. " Maddock laughed.

"Yes, Frye lied to me, and Hitchlake lied to me, but I always have the last illusion of human nature." Calliope said sadly.

Maddock nodded and sighed: "I understand, you are a muse, with delicate and rich feelings, this is your nature.

If one day you lose your fantasy and innocence, you will no longer be able to inspire us. "

"I'm about to wither." Calliope said desperately.

"At least not yet." A little impatience flashed across Maddock's face, "George Martin will soon be your new master, tell him your background, and reassure him of his doubts."

Calliope cannot refuse any order from the current master.

She lowered her head and murmured: "In the spring of 1927, I couldn't bear the nostalgia and returned to my hometown, Mount Helicon.

On that day, I took a bath in the clear spring pool that I used to go to every day, and at the same time recalled the good old days.

At that time, our nine sisters were still sought after, admired, and needed by wise artists.

Just when I was fascinated, Hitchlake came to the lake, holding wizard garlic in his left hand and a roll of parchment in his right.

That year, he was 27 years old, in his prime, exuding a charming literary and artistic atmosphere.

So, I didn't run away immediately.

When he smiled and asked which goddess I was, I told her my name was Calliope.

He repeated my name several times carefully like reciting a mantra, then lit the scroll, and said to me—Okay, you can call me master now. "

"So simple?" Martin stared.

"I personally said my real name, and he still held wizard garlic in his hand. When he performed the ceremony, I couldn't resist." Calliope said bitterly.

Martin asked curiously, "What is wizard garlic?"

"The magic weed flower in Homer's epic poem "Oside." Madoc said.

"Magic Weed Flower" Martin remembered it after a while.

"Odyssey" mainly tells the legendary adventure story of the Greek hero Odysseus on his way home after the Trojan War.

One day, Odysseus came to the island of Circe, the god of witches. All the crew members were turned into pigs by witchcraft, but he resisted Circe's magic with magic grass and flowers.

"The magic weed flower had a special effect on the Greek gods, especially women.

This secret was told by Calliope to the blind poet Homer, and Homer wrote it into the epic, and the world knows it. ’ Maddock sneered.

Calliope bowed his head.

Not to mention remorse, she just looked numb.

"Since she is a muse who has brought countless inspirations to writers, why did you give her to me?" Martin wondered.

"The time has come, my contract with her is coming to an end." Maddock sighed.

"Is it about me?" Martin asked.

"It's related, and it's not related." Maddock said with a complicated expression: "When I met you today and heard the news of Frye's death, the magic contract between me and her was suddenly touched, and I knew it was time to give up on her."

"What touch?" Martin asked curiously.

"When you are successful, when you have written a lot of novels, poems and plays, when you are satisfied with the existing marriage, when your desire to create is no longer so hot, when you meet someone who needs her more than yourself, The magic contract between you and her is coming to an end."

Looking at Martin's bewildered fat face, Maddock let out a sigh of relief, and said, "This is what Frye said to me back then, and I, like you, couldn't understand it.

He said to me - you remember my words, you will understand one day.

now I understand.

It's okay if you don't understand these words, one day you will. "

"What should I do?" Fat Martin looked excited, but his tone was a little uneasy.

"Bam—"

The door was kicked open suddenly, and a young female voice said coldly, "George, Maddock, something happened to you!"

"Who—ah, Harley Quinn!" Maddock suddenly turned around and exclaimed.

"None of my business!" exclaimed Fat Martin.

"Member Quinn, or General Quinn, this is a private mansion, you, you don't have the power to enforce the law!" Maddock said with an ugly expression.

"Ivy, tie up these two villains." Harry said.

"Swish, whoosh—" Ivy waved her hand casually, and two vines with green leaves flew out like flying snakes, and tied the two great writers into rice dumplings in three or five strokes.

"No, you can't do this to me, I'm a celebrity, I haven't broken any laws." Maddock struggled and roared.

"Do you know why I'm here?" Harry asked.

"I don't know, but I know you have no right to do this to me."

"Calliope!" Cleo cried, with tears streaming down his face, and hugged his sister, "Hera, what have they done to you!"

"Cleo, you are finally here, woo woo woo" Calliope put his arms around his sister's neck, beat her back hard with his small fist, and cried, "Why didn't you come sooner, I was imprisoned for almost 100 years, In a few years, I'm going to die."

"I'm not breaking the law, she's not human, she's just an artifact, an artifact that provides inspiration for writers." Maddock yelled.

"I'm just passing by" Fat Martin wailed.

"Even if she is not a human being, she is still an alien. You deliberately kidnapped, imprisoned, violated the alien VIP, and destroyed the friendship between the earth and the great Olympian civilization. You deserve a thousand cuts.

Honestly untie the contract, I will give you a happy time. "Harry said.

"Are you going to kill me?" Maddock was stunned, and then shouted in disbelief: "You are a ball-protecting hero, a mayor, and a superhero. How can you kill people casually? I didn't commit any human crimes." Law!"

Harry kicked him and cursed: "Open your dog eyes and take a good look, how do I look like a superhero?"

"When you are in front of people, you look like everywhere." Maddock exclaimed aggrieved and fearful.

(End of this chapter)