I'm in Demacia, I just became a mage

"correct."

"Did you also plan "The Horse Racing Girl"?"

"Yes."

"Can you not keep making some... works that require readers and audiences to go to a lot of exquisite details to find the details, everyone is quite tired."

Looking at the girl who was reading the comments in front of the computer again, the editor-in-charge's mouth trembled slightly.

"can you?"

Ling Yin sat in front of the computer, watching the endless discussions about her works in various forums, the corners of her mouth turned up slightly.

"It's very popular, and everyone will be willing to see my works... Money and fame and so on, just come."

"When everyone starts to decipher and think of everything that I wasn't even thinking about, then I'll become a divine author."

"It's thought-provoking and thought-provoking. This is the true meaning of art and culture! Am I doing something wrong?"

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Orange copywriting class, starting from ACGN

Title:

Chapter 265 Chapter 120 Five Camille?the dead.Holmes?Dying man!

At the same time, Abigail was also lying on her bed, closed the Hex lumen tube, but did not close the curtains, the girl just lay on the bed, looking sideways out of the window.

She gave up a very precious opportunity tonight - the supper served to Levi did not include sleeping black tea.

It's just that alcohol has the effect of making people fall into a more perfect sleep. To put it bluntly, it relieves fatigue and sleeps harder, but that's all. If you really want to touch him at night, Custodian will wake up with a start.

The reason why he didn't put something to make him fall asleep was because he was afraid that he might find out something. When he came back tonight, Abigail was so nervous that she almost revealed her feelings, and watched with a sullen face.

Fortunately he didn't find anything, but next time he won't be sure.

The second is that Abigail is indeed very tired today, and he has no energy at all. If he really wants to do something to him, he may not fall asleep in the middle of the day.

That would be a lot of trouble.Abigail thought silently in her heart.

Regarding the fact that Li Weisi would choose to let herself guard his ascension, Abigail still has some concerns about gains and losses until now, and is afraid that because of what she has done, he will no longer trust her.

And as she got closer to Li Weisi and got to know him better, some of the most terrifying preconceptions to her occasionally flashed in her heart.

Everything is going well, but if it is finally time to compromise, he is willing to accept Laxana Crownguard, but he still refuses to accept himself...

Abigail thought of the worst outcome more than once after knowing that Levi's had a fiancée. She hugged some quilts tightly and frowned slightly, but there was no good solution.

The worst, worst plan, if he is really unwilling to accept himself, then at least... Abigail thought of this, a flash of determination flashed in the clear eyes reflecting the starlight.

Of course, this was the worst plan, Abigail loosened her frown, and cast her gaze at the starry sky outside the window.

In the latter part of the night tonight, the clouds cleared away, and the night was full of stars, and the first quarter moon was extremely bright.

Abigail just stared blankly at the stars in her field of vision until they were all blurred and the light diffused into a cross star.

She closed her eyes slightly, took a deep breath, and buried her little head in the bed.

Mom, I hope you can bless me with the person I like.

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hope everything is fine.

Stevan Fellowes looked at the starry sky outside the window. Under the starlight, his old skin folds were like the ravines of the bare mountains, and his age spots were like bushes that had not faded. The blue eyes of the proud Philos family also became cloudy.

He stared at the constellation that remained unchanged for a hundred years, and gathered the wool blanket on his lap, with a contemptuous and determined look.

Abigail was not the only one who couldn't sleep late at night, and the most honorable head of the Philos family couldn't sleep either.

As Stevan got older, his sleepiness visibly decreased. He often sat alone in the study all night long. At other times, he was mostly recalling the past or in a daze, but tonight had a different meaning.

He'd just sent an invitation and some news to Zaun—an invitation to Abigail's birthday party.

Of course, in order to prevent leaks, all this was done when Camille was out on a mission.

Stevan had grown impatient with the fact that Holmes was still alive, and sent letters of reprimand to Silko more than once.

The Abino family had also vaguely reminded him that Abigail, who was about to make a marriage contract, was getting too close to other men, and asked if he needed the help of the Abino family's spies.

Stevan naturally refused. The secret agent of the Abino family had a close relationship with Camille. If she knew that he was going to assassinate Holmes, it might cause another incident.

For Stevan's heart of hextech, everything else was trivial.

And considering that Holmes was a powerful spellcaster, Stevan didn't think arrogantly that anyone could carry out this assassination mission.

Success and failure are secondary, the key is not to get involved, not to allow people to find out that they have something to do with the assassination, whether it is Camille or the man named Sherlock Holmes himself.

So Stevan came up with this simple but deadly plan to help Silko's killer.

Even though he had always been adept at these intrigues, having pulled off countless brilliant and malicious schemes over the decades, he was still quite satisfied with his plan.

The key to the plan is Abigail's birthday party.

Of course, Stevan didn't have the kindness to celebrate Abigail's birthday. The reason for doing so was to remove one of the two people he had to deal with right now.

Stevan had many enemies, but there were only two to deal with at the moment, Camille, and Abigail's concubine.

Stevan forgot what it was called, but only remembered that his surname seemed to be Sherlock Holmes.

A surname that has never been seen before is as humble as those Zaan surnames that are as numerous as stars.Stevan laughed contemptuously, but the expression on his old face was not very kind.

He didn't take that Sherlock Holmes seriously at first—until Sauron's incident happened.

Later, Camille also protected him, and Stevan transferred the matter to Silko in order to prevent his plan of immortality from getting sidetracked.

I thought it would be solved that night, or it would take a few days to solve it.

It's just that many days have passed, and Holmes is still alive and well.

And judging from the news sent back by Silko, the killer he hired is obviously not incapable of business - he can kill everyone on the main caravan ship in the heavily guarded Gilaman family port, this can be an ordinary killer ?

Therefore, for Stevan, compared to Camille, this Sherlock Holmes is actually more difficult to deal with, and Sauron who died on his bed also frightened Stevan.

This kind of spellcaster who is familiar with assassination made Stephen feel like a stick in his throat, and he was afraid that he would die in bed one day.

After all, if that ungrateful little slut of Abigail suddenly told her concubine that he wanted to be the head of the house, he might really come to assassinate him.

Now Camille was dead in his eyes, and all she could think about was her mistress, Hakim Nedry.

Ha, my stupid sister, she probably didn't know that Hakim Nedri died on the first day back home.

Philos women are always so stupid

Stupid, Camille is like this, and so is Abigail, which is why I can be the head of the house.

Stevan thought sarcastically in his heart that he had been brewing a vicious plan against Camille for more than a day or two.

He cunningly spent a long time burying the loopholes in the plan and relaxing Camille's vigilance, just like a venomous snake entrenched, his swift and deadly attacks were always completed in an instant.

Now there is only one confidant left, and that is Holmes.

If he wanted to get rid of him, he could only take advantage of the time when Camille was still alive and his plan for Camille hadn't been revealed yet.

During this period of time, based on Camille's mediation, he will not do anything out of the ordinary, but once he successfully implements Camille's plan, Holmes will immediately become vigilant, and it will be difficult to handle up.

And it just so happens that March [-]th is the birthday of that bastard Abigail, which is simply a herald of the goddess of fate.

Stevan deliberately delayed the plan, allowing Camille to find Hakim Nedry's nephew on the No.

As for whether Holmes would attend Abigail's birthday party, Stephen wasn't at all worried.

He knew that if he held a birthday party for that little bastard Abigail, she would definitely be uneasy, but now Camille puts all her thoughts on finding Hakim Nedry, so naturally she has no time to pay attention to that Little bastard.

So she will definitely turn to Watson Holmes for help, and this powerful spellcaster—Mr. enough.

As long as he comes in person, his plan will be half successful.

As for the rest?Just leave it to the killer.

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The bright first quarter moon hung down the bright moonlight, covering the whole northern city with a layer of silver gauze.

Camille in a tuxedo stood gracefully next to a landmark on the roof of a workshop, carefully looking at the encrypted sound transmission tube in her hand, and the Hextech heart on her chest was beating with blue light.

It was an ordinary encrypted sound transmission tube without any features, but Camille knew that it came from her younger brother, Stevan.

She was looking for Hakim Nedry these days, but in fact she was also staring at Stevan at the same time. She didn't believe everything Watson Holmes said, but she didn't believe it either.

After learning from her secret agent that Stevan was sending a secret letter to Zaun, Camille hurried back—it happened that she didn't go to Zaun tonight, but searched in the northern city.

Because it is said that Hakim Nedry came to participate in the selection of Hextech artisans on the evolution day, so Camille was searching the hotels next to these big families in the northern city.

Camille met the courier who delivered Stevan's message less than three kilometers away from Blue Manor, and then used some tricks to get the sound transmission tube from him without anyone noticing.

He probably thought he had sent the sound tube out.

"What the hell is Stevan trying to do?"

Camille frowned slightly, but did not open this encrypted sound transmission tube rashly. Generally speaking, this kind of sound transmission tube used to hold secret letters has a special design. If it is not opened in a specific way, the self-destruct device inside will be destroyed. Destroy everything inside the sound tube.

But she doesn't need to know what is inside the sound transmission tube, she just needs to know who got it.

Thinking of this, Camille pressed a button on her crotch, and two powerful hook locks popped out from both sides of the crotch of the legs of the pair of precisely crafted Hextech structures. The pillars of the opposite building.

Then Camille jumped lightly, and her whole body drew a graceful arc in mid-air, and she was about to hit the opposite wall.

However, she has long been proficient in these weapons of her own, her eyes sharply seized the opportunity, and she landed smoothly with only a slight roll to relieve the force.

She patted the non-existent dust, walked to the entrance of a sound transmission pipe at the street corner, and stuffed the sound transmission pipe in her hand.

The communication office of this sound transmission jurisdiction is not far away, and Camille can easily know the whereabouts of this sound transmission tube.

She glanced back in the direction of Lanxiu Manor, Xinghui was even rejected by the brilliant lights.

I hope you don't disappoint me, Stevan.

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The next day, when Li Weisi woke up, he sniffed the faint fragrance lingering from the tip of his nose and was taken aback. Then he realized that he spent the night in Abigail's underground workshop last night.

click.