The world controlled by dice [Western Fantasy]

"The room on the east side of the second floor at 19 Bradley Street, the lights were always dimmed, never turned on.

"So when Miss Eleanor Gwynn turned the corner and saw the windows of that room suddenly brighten like this August sunshine, she wondered who lived in such a dark house ?

"The landlady of 19 Bradley Street is not very pleasant. She always sits in the foyer on the ground floor with a straight face, silently eyeing every resident who passes by.

"Miss Gwen has been looked at by her many times, and each time she unconsciously quickens her pace because of those gloomy, cold eyes.

"What a queer landlady," Miss Gwynn couldn't help thinking, and apologized to the landlady a little ruefully. She knew what it was like to live in Bradley Street.

"It's always gray here.

"Miss Gwen doesn't know how to describe that feeling. She lived in Bradley Street for many years, from birth to 15 years old. She always felt that it was like an old old photo. It was black and white, and now There is another touch of ashes kissed by the goddess of time.

"Miss Gwynn passes by here every Wednesday. Her mother remarried to a rich merchant off Bradley Street. Wednesdays are the days when her mother goes into town to have tea with other rich merchants' wives.

"As for Miss Gwen, she doesn't like this kind of occasion very much, and she is always eager to avoid such social situations. Her mother can't do anything about her, because Miss Gwen has been an independent and energetic girl since she was a child.

"So, Miss Gwynn would accompany her mother to the city on Wednesday mornings, and then walk around by herself. She likes a sweet shop on the east side of the city and always takes a detour there.

"Then, she'd be passing Bradley Street.

"She knows Bradley Street. She's been jumping up and down here since she was a little girl, and she knows everyone, every corner, every window in Bradley Street.

"So, when she saw that the windows of the east room on the second floor of 19 Bradley Street were actually lit, she was shocked for a moment. She has lived on Bradley Street for 15 years and has never seen a tenant willing to live in it. into that room.

"She couldn't help her curiosity. The young lady stopped in front of the sullen landlady and asked, 'Mrs. Hawley, who's coming in?'

"Mrs. Hawley seems reluctant to answer that question—ha, it must be because she's been away from Bradley Street so long that the old lady doesn't remember her! Miss Gwynn thought so.

"But in the end, Mrs Hawley answered the question anyway.

"'Ludwig.' said Mrs. Hawley's old voice. 'I remember his name was Ludwig.'

"As she was talking, Miss Gwen heard steady footsteps coming from the stairs on the first floor. It's really interesting that this person even walked down the stairs so steadily. Miss Gwen couldn't help thinking so.

"And she, she's different. When she comes down from her third-floor bedroom at home, her dignified mother always yells, Eleanor! Don't stomp the poor floor with your feet." !

"Then I can't blame her! Miss Gwen thought unconvincedly, the floor is too fragile! Anyone who steps on it will creak!

"Come on," thought Miss Gwynn again. You're twenty, Eleanor. How can you be so fussy about the sound of footsteps.

"But she still couldn't help turning her head to look at the person who came down from the stairs.

"A tall man, wearing a black overcoat, looked over like the deep pool that Miss Gwen saw outside the city when she ran away from home many years ago. The moonlight reflected on the water, and there was not even a ripple. Who knows what is hidden under the pool of water?

"Sure enough, Miss Gwen murmured in her heart, this gaze is very similar to his footsteps!

"..."

After writing the first encounter between the hero and the heroine, Siles put down the pen in his hand, and began to wonder if he had written the heroine too naively.

Maybe you should get someone to help you read it.Maybe his roommate is a good option, but Lorenzo doesn't seem to be back yet; Grenfell is also a good option, but that will have to wait until next Wednesday.

It's Friday afternoon.After finishing class and lunch, Siles returned to the dormitory, trying to write Chapter 1 of the novel idea.

The writing went smoothly, but he felt a sense of uncertainty. After all, this world is different from the earth, and he doesn't know enough about the tastes of the readers here, so he has no idea.

So when he finished the beginning, he wisely put down his pen, frowned slightly, and decided to show Lorenzo first.

Siles stood up, moved his body, and stood by the window thinking about the next thing.

Tomorrow will be busy, meeting with Bertram and attending classes at the History Society; but Siles doesn't want to give up from this afternoon to evening.

His gaze was fixed on a low building hidden in the shadow of the main castle of La Mifa University outside the window - the library.

After school started, he hadn't been to the library yet.

However, in the original body's memory, the library was a very important place.During Siles Noel's four years in school, he spent more than half of his time in the library except for classes.

There he reads, completes homework, and writes papers, as quiet as a shadow living in the ancient books of the library.

Mrs. Longman, the librarian, even knew the young, earnest and dedicated student, offering him occasional assistance, such as pouring him a glass of water while he buried himself in his book.

Siles got dressed—not a suit, of course, but casual clothes—and packed his bag, then left the dormitory and went to the library.

"Good afternoon, Mrs. Longman."

"Good afternoon, my child." Mrs. Longman, who was sitting behind the low wooden cabinet, greeted him with a smile, "That Siles Noel who lingered in the library and didn't want to leave is back?"

Siles was a little embarrassed by her teasing, and he said, "However, now I can't stay here all day like I did when I was a student."

The original Siles didn't even go home on weekends, but stayed in the library all day, reading all kinds of valuable or worthless books.I am afraid that only the gods know how many books he has read, and that huge knowledge system can only give Siles a glimpse.

Mrs. Longman looked at him, and said softly and kindly: "Young children will always grow up and will always bear corresponding responsibilities."

"You're right," said Siles.

Mrs. Longman was a middle-aged woman in her late fifties, but although she was married, no one had ever seen her husband.She spends all her time in the library, leaving Ramifa University later than any student or professor.

She always dresses exquisitely and beautifully, showing no age at all, but her tone and tone can make people detect this age gap.She is considered the most attractive female professor at Ramifah University, yet has never taught a class to any of her students.

She asked, "What book are you going to read today?"

"Preparing for my dissertation," replied Siles. "You know, where is the Kansas City Demographic Stratification Survey?"

"Where did you know the name of this file?" Mrs. Langman looked at him in surprise. "I've seen history and archeology students come to borrow this book."

"My roommate is Lorenzo Grantham. He recommended this book to me," says Siles.

Mrs. Langman nodded, "So it was him. He dug out the file you want to read. He was still a student at that time."

Siles was a little surprised when he heard the legendary story about his roommate.He asked: "So students majoring in archeology can participate in archaeology?"

"Of course." Mrs. Langman said, "As you know, practice in archeology is always more important than qualifications."

Sirius nodded thoughtfully.

If that's the case... then is Herman Grove going to join the school's archeology team this year?Is this the opportunity for the apostate to leave Lamifa City mentioned in the plot of the running group?

But the premise is that such an archaeological site will indeed appear this year, so that La Mifa University will send its own archaeological team?

Siles instinctively deduced a lot of information from this piece of news.

However, he thought again, the apostates had already been captured, so it was meaningless to think so much.

While he was thinking, Mrs. Langman had already pulled out a series of information books from the low cabinet behind her, and then copied a few lines of text from it, and handed the note to Siles.

She said: "The book you are looking for is here, go find it yourself. Pay attention to the time, and don't let me drive you out."

The library opens at eight o'clock every morning and closes at eight o'clock every night.

Siles thanked her, then went to the reading room on the west side of the first floor of the library, and handed the note to the tall and strong guard at the door.

The guard confirmed Mrs. Longman's handwriting and signature on the note before letting Siles in.

As soon as he entered, Siles choked on the strong musty smell.However, he had been mentally prepared for a long time, and soon calmed down, following the guidance on the note, he searched for what he needed on the bookshelf.

The library of La Mifa University has three floors, two above ground and one underground.Siles had never been to the basement level. It is said that some archaeological excavations were preserved there, as well as some antiques and ancient books that were being restored.

There are two floors on the ground, the first floor is the reading room, which can only be read in the library and cannot be borrowed; the second floor is the borrowing area, and the books on the entire floor can be borrowed.

Although there are only two floors where the books are actually stored, the library occupies a large area, so the volume of books is also surprising.

In the reading room on the west side of the first floor, there are a total of twenty or thirty rows of bookshelves.It took a lot of effort for Siles in the slightly dim light to find the book he needed from a certain row of bookshelves.

It was indeed like an investigative report, with a huge format, but not very thick.It is not surprising that a transcript rather than an original is placed here.

Siles carefully pulled out the copy, and was about to take the report to the outer reading area to browse through it. With a glance, he suddenly noticed that there were actually two copies of the other books on this row of bookshelves.

In other words, the manuscripts were copied in duplicate and placed on the shelf.

But this "Kansas City Population Stratification Survey Report", now only the one in the hands of Siles is still on the shelf.

Has anyone also borrowed this book?

Siles was somewhat concerned about this matter, so when he went to the outer reading area, he instinctively glanced at the people who were here now.

The entire reading room is lined with bookshelves against the wall, and there are many tables and chairs lined up along the windows from the beginning to the end.Siles came in from the inside and didn't pay attention to the reading area at first.

But now he glanced a little, and found a somewhat familiar figure.

In the public elective course "Appreciation of Silent Chronicle Literature", the student from a foreign country, Kellogg.

Her unique way of braiding her hair made Celes notice her delicate braids at a glance.Siles moved closer and found the Kansas City Population Stratification Survey Report on her desk.

His approach made Kellogg look up subconsciously. The student from a foreign country was obviously taken aback for a moment, and then he stammered, "Teacher, professor."

Siles nodded to her: "Good afternoon."

Kellogg stood up, a little at a loss, but his expression and movements showed respect for the professor Sirius.

Siles explained to her: "I saw you were reading this book." He raised the report in his hand, "I also borrowed this book."

"Ah..." Kellogg's words got stuck. She seemed to want to say something, but her limited Const language couldn't make her express it exactly. In the end, she could only say vaguely, "You... interested?"

"I need some information on some of it," Sirius whispered, and noticing that Kellogg still seemed about to say something, he said, "Read it first, Kellogg. This is the library."

Kellogg nodded again and again, and lowered his head obediently.

Siles sat on an empty table not far away, and also looked down at the contents of this report.

As Lorenzo said, a part of this report is an analysis of the homeless in Kansas City, including the homeless poets in Kansas City.

"...After the 200-year calendar of the Sardinian Empire, the number of wandering poets in the territory gradually increased. Judging from where they appeared, most of these wandering poets came from the northwest of the empire, which is where the kingdom of God is located.

"The vast majority of the reasons they gave for their wandering were that they could not praise the declining gods against their will, so they were wanted by the furious believers. If they were lucky, they would just drive them away.

"However, according to them, most of their companions died on the way. They were lucky enough to come to the Empire and were scattered in different parts of the Empire.

"Wandering poets usually rely on their eloquence to make money. They will stop at the gates of pubs, restaurants, and schools in the city, and then tell the people there stories outside the empire, humming their own poems, among which the works of more famous poets, Even widely circulated.

"The following is a survey of the number and condition of the wandering poets in Kansas City:

"They are about 30 people, wandering in parks, squares, bridge piers and other places. Their daily income comes from the charity of the audience, but they are not ashamed.

"They spend most of their money on booze. They get their clothes from charities, as do their meals, which they occasionally buy while drinking in pubs.

"People always have a vigilant curiosity towards them. If they are indeed willing to settle in the Sardinian Empire, it doesn't matter, but they still remember their mother country and never forget their gods, which is a bit bad up.

"Except for writing poems and singing, they can maintain their sanity, and most of the time they are in a state of drunkenness. They are also unwilling to work and drink wine like water.

"They seem to have a deep aversion to procreation. On the one hand, they have always kept a distance from the local residents. On the other hand, although they also have women among them, they have never seen them have affection beyond friendship.

"Therefore, let's assume that this group of wandering poets will eventually die of hunger and poverty.

"Addendum: I heard a wandering poet singing his poems in a tavern, and wrote down a few lines.

"'Beloved souls are gone.

"'If I go with her,

"'I shall die in a far and lonely land.

"'Dead in her cold arms and in an empty graveyard.'"

Siles pays special attention to the last excerpt, which belongs to the works of wandering poets.

He pondered the meaning revealed in these few words.

The lover of the poet may have died, so the poet wandered off and came to a foreign land alone—maybe he was looking for the soul of his lover? —and prepared to die here.

But... Siles felt something unusual from it.

Far away, foreign land, lonely, empty...

Siles was slightly taken aback, thinking of an old god at this moment.

The God of Leaving Home and Traveling——the distant shadowy figure, Lycardia.

The reason why he was able to think of Ligardia immediately was because, in the notebook that Grenfell gave him, the patron related to this god was also mentioned.

This god has not had a strong sense of existence in all past history.Of course, there are many gods like this, such as the god of asceticism and silence, the same is true.

But Lygardia is really like his god, like a blurry figure that has long gone, and has disappeared from people's vision very early.

...in the Shadow Age?Siles thought for a moment.

He is not a history major, but he has done in-depth research on the literature of the Silence Period.As far as Siles could remember, he had never seen any words related to Lycardia in any literature of the Silence Period.

Today, unexpectedly, in this investigation report that has nothing to do with literature, traces of literary works suspected to be related to Lygardia were found.

The Wandering Poet and Lygardia?

Have to say, this sounds like a perfect fit.

Siles held his breath slightly, and couldn't help thinking, if this is the case, then he seems to have discovered something very important.

In the development of Silent Period literature, the relationship between man and God is of course the most important thing; but the words related to Lycardia have never appeared in the papers of research scholars, which is really regrettable.

If Siles can continue to study and unearth more texts and materials, then he is a pioneer and leader in this field.Moreover, he is also very interested in this god who disappeared in the Shadow Era.

Rather, some descriptions about this god attracted him very much.

Leaving home, traveling, traveling, alone.How it fitted his state of mind in this world.

Siles sighed slightly in his heart, took out his pen and paper from his bag, and copied the poems recorded in the file.He doubted whether he could find the existence of this poet in the vast historical books.

If it can be found, Siles will not hesitate to choose this year's thesis to study the poet and the Silence literature related to Lycardia.

This is a somewhat difficult subject.Siles thought so.He needs to find enough documents, find enough information, and most importantly, piece together a thread from the scarce information.

But, thought Siles, this is an irresistible subject for scholars.

No one has ever discovered any literary works related to Lygardia in the Silent Chronicle.But Siles—he might be able to do it.

Siles was slightly stunned for a moment, then shook his head, shaking off these thoughts and emotions that could be called burdens.He calmed down, carefully searched for information from this report, and recorded it on paper.

If it can be confirmed that the wandering poet is really related to Lygardia, then his ideas can be implemented.As for now, he might as well study the wandering poet himself with peace of mind.

He spent two hours reading the report from beginning to end, and got a lot of information from it.

Kansas City was once the economic center of the Sardinian Empire and was very prosperous.

In this report, Siles even saw occupations such as "pilot" and "airport signalman", which fully explained that when Lorenzo told him that the Sardinian Empire already had flying vehicles, is completely true.

But Siles had a hard time imagining what an "airplane" in another world would look like.

Although the technology in this world has once developed to the point where humans "go to heaven", Kansas City also has homeless people, slums, poor working women, and charities that distribute clothing, winter quilts, and free food.

The gap between rich and poor in this city is so stark.Siles couldn't help thinking.

He recorded all the information he thought would be useful, then looked up and looked at Kellogg, only to find that Kellogg had already propped his chin, waiting for Siles idly.

Siles was slightly taken aback, then stood up, put the copy of the report back on the shelf with Kellogg, and left together.

The guards at the gate watched them, made sure they didn't take away the books that were only for reading in the library, and then let them go.They greeted Mrs. Longman at the door, and sat down on the sofa near the door on the first floor.

This is the reception area, but it can also give them space to talk.

"Kellogg, I noticed that you seem to have something to say to me." Siles took the initiative to ask the student.

Kellogg's Conster language is not very good, so she can only speak in a broken way: "Kansas...is mine, the country, in the...far west of Conster. Are you...interested?"

Siles was slightly taken aback. He quickly extracted effective information from Kellogg's words and asked, "You mean, Kansas is your home country?"

Kellogg breathed a sigh of relief and nodded quickly.

Siles didn't expect to be able to hear things outside the Principality of Constance here, so he patiently listened to Kellogg's intermittent description, and then pieced together the information he needed.

The Kingdom of Kansas was established before the Age of Mist, that is, before the appearance of Antinam.

The fall of the Sardinian Empire was due to the sudden eruption of fog in its capital, flooding countless residents and buildings, paralyzing the country in an instant, and then failing to recover.

Kansas City was lucky enough to escape the catastrophe at that time. Relying on its own economic strength, it cooperated with several surrounding cities to ensure the safety and daily life of the residents in the city.

After confirming the irremediable decline of the Sardinian Empire, Kansas City established itself as a state.But similarly, they also recognized the Sardinian Empire as its source, so they named it the Principality of Kansas, which is similar in nature to the Principality of Const.

From Kellogg's words, Siles could hear that as the fog of Neverland gradually dissipated, the cooperation between the Principality of Kansas and the Principality of Const became closer.

In addition to the personal connections between businessmen and explorers between the two countries, the official level of cooperation between the two governments also emerges endlessly. For example, there are international students like Kellogg who go to the opposite country to understand each other’s culture and current situation. .

"Const... is very different from Kansas," Kellogg said. "I think it's amazing here. It's...peaceful."

Peace.Siles was surprised to hear such an adjective.

Kellogg said, with a gloomy mood, "My country is . . . comparatively, chaotic."

Siles didn't quite understand what confusion she was referring to.

Kellogg shook her head and didn't continue talking. Instead, she asked, "Professor, do you want to study the former Kansas City?"

"Yes." Siles thoughtfully did not continue to ask, "I want to study the wandering poets in Kansas City."

"Wandering poets..." Kellogg thought for a while, and uttered a strange syllable, "They?"

Siles noticed her tone and said, "You know they exist?"

Kellogg nodded and shook his head again: "In the past, I'm not particularly clear. But in the present, I know something."

now?

Siles was slightly taken aback, and couldn't help asking: "Are there still wandering poets in Kansas?"

Kellogg nodded: "Now they don't call it... Wandering Poet, they should call it..." She thought carefully, "After translating, it should be called Song of Foreign Lands."

Surprise and anxiety suddenly flashed in Sirius' heart.

Kellogg recalled for a while: "Yes, it should be translated that way. They, that's what they call themselves."

"...Singer of a foreign land?"

Kellogg had no idea what was going on in Siles' mind, and just said, "Yes, Professor."

Siles couldn't help being silent for a few seconds.

Because, in Grenfell's notebook, the superhuman beings blessed by Lycardia are called "Songs of Foreign Lands".

If this is not a coincidence, then Siles can almost immediately confirm that at least the group of wandering poets who went to Kansas are followers of Lygardia!They are followers of Lygardia!

The followers of the old gods in the Duchy of Const are trying to resurrect the old gods, so what about the Duchy of Kansas?

Siles held a little uneasiness and asked, "Can you tell me about the situation of this group of singers from a foreign land?"

Kellogg began to struggle to recall the words in Const's language again, describing the current situation of those people intermittently.

Siles also slowly felt a slight surprise.

Not because these people are dangerous, but because they are so harmless.

Even though it is now the Age of Fog, they seem to still maintain the style of wandering poets hundreds of years ago.They wander about, miss their homeland, immerse themselves in the obscurity brought by alcohol and poetry, do not produce, and wander all day long.

Siles asked with some confusion: "In the report I read just now, the author specifically mentioned that this group of wandering poets does not seem to plan to have the next generation, so why have they been able to exist for hundreds of years? "

Kellogg widened her eyes—Cileus noticed that they were brown cat-like eyes—she said softly: "Professor, it's because there are always homeless people coming. Kansas, then, joins them."

Siles was stunned, because of this unexpected and reasonable answer.

"Where did all those bums come from?" he asked.

Kellogg didn't seem to understand the question, and said vaguely, "It's just...outside of Kansas."

Siles thought for a while and said, "The Land of Never Embers?"

Kellogg nodded repeatedly.

Wanderers from the Never Embers to Kansas...they became followers of Lygardia?

However, Lygardia had long since fallen, so it was impossible for them to truly gain the power of the "Song of a Foreign Land".However, they retained this title, which really disturbed Sirius.

Siles pondered for a moment, and then asked: "Kellogg, I hope you can do me a favor and help me find something that belongs to these...whether it is the wandering poets of the past or the present poets of foreign lands." , helped me find some of their works.

"I can offer you some compensation, or whatever else you need—academic help."

Sillies sincerely asked the foreign student for help.

"No problem, Professor." Kellogg said hard, "It's...lift, lift...with a little effort. I don't need your reward."

Siles looked at the young student in surprise, then smiled and said, "Kellogg, what major are you in?"

"History," said Kellogg, "I study the history of the Shadow Age."

"Shadow Period." Siles looked at her in surprise. There are very few relevant materials on the historical research of Shadow Period these days, and students and scholars who specialize in this field are also very rare. At least Siles knows that only A professor in a related field.

Kellogg nodded firmly, looking very interested in Shadow Ji.

Siles thought for a while and said, "This time I ask you to help me find the information, so next time, if you need any information, you can also come to me for help."

Kellogg hesitated for a while, and finally said in a low voice, "Yes, Professor. Thank you."

Siles was slightly taken aback, then asked, "Why do you want to thank you?"

"I'm not... very likable," Kellogg said softly.

Siles looked at the foreign student and said, "Don't think so, Kellogg. You are an excellent student."

Kellogg didn't seem comforted, just pursed his lips into a smile.

Siles felt that his dry tone was hard to comfort others, so he didn't say any more.He thought for a while, and suddenly asked, "Kellogg, have you applied to my club?"

Kellogg asked in a daze, "What... the club?"

Siles said: "You can find it in the hall on the first floor of the main castle. I welcome you very much."

Kellogg nodded immediately.

Siles looked at the time and found that it was already four o'clock, so he said goodbye to Kellogg, went to the cafeteria to pack a dinner again, and then returned to the dormitory.

He happened to bump into Lorenzo who was yawning back to the dormitory.

"Good afternoon, Professor Noel." Lorenzo said jokingly, "You look really busy."

Siles ignored his teasing: "Good afternoon, Lorenzo. I want to ask you for a favor."

Lorenzo saw how serious his tone was, so he also became serious: "What?"

"Help me read the novel I wrote."

Lorenzo was stunned, and exclaimed: "You still have time to write novels."

Yeah, Siles thought, or else his schedule was like that of a high school student.Doesn't that have to take time out of his classes and business to do it.

Siles said, "I wrote it when I found time."

Lorenzo's expression looked a little suspicious of life.He followed Siles to the bedroom on the third floor.

This was also the first time Lorenzo came back to Siles' room. He looked at him a little rashly, and then sighed: "Professor Noel, you really don't look like an ordinary man."

"What is an ordinary man like?"

Siles put the bag on the chair and took out his manuscript from the drawer.

"Ordinary men don't have tidy and spotless rooms like yours," Lorenzo said. "They can do whatever they want."

"Like you?" Sirius said in a low voice.

Lorenzo choked, and then said solemnly: "Now you are asking me for help, Professor Noel, you can't provoke me like this."

Siles gave a low laugh, then handed the manuscript to Lorenzo: "Please, Professor Grantham."

Lorenzo looked at him suspiciously, and then looked at Sirius' novel.

He looked at it very seriously, and finally asked a strange question: "Siles, should you... describe the appearance of the hero and heroine?"

Siles was taken aback.

"It's the fashion these days. Everyone likes good-looking people," said Lorenzo. "Aren't you very popular at school too?"

Siles was silent for a moment, thinking of the dull expressions on the faces of those students who were suffering... Then he coughed lightly, did not take Lorenzo's words, and just said: "I understand. What else Question?"

"No problem, but I'm a little curious..." Lorenzo said, "What kind of novel are you planning to write? From the perspective of the heroine... But this heroine is not like the usual dignified and reserved noble lady. He even ran away from home.”

Siles gave him a strange look and asked, "Then do you like this character?"

Lorenzo pondered for a while: "I think... pretty, cute?"

"That's enough." Siles said, taking back his manuscript from Lorenzo's hand, "Thank you."

"Wait!" Lorenzo said, "You haven't told me that the hero and heroine met, and then what? Why didn't the heroine like this man so much in the first place? Was that Ludwig?... Why are not you talking?"

Siles said very flatly: "The subsequent plot is kept secret. After I publish it, you will know how the story will develop."

Lorenzo's expression froze, and then he said angrily: "Damn novelist! You only know how to whet your appetite!" He walked out while talking, and when he reached the door, he said, "When will it be published, remember to tell me Say."

"I haven't found a channel yet." As he said that, Siles thought of the businessman Ranmeer. Before he learned the name, he deliberately searched for a possible publisher channel from there, "I'll talk about it later."

Now that he has ten hundred-coin bills provided by the church in the past, he is not in a hurry to get money through novels.

Lorenzo: "..."

"You are consuming my friendship with you!" Lorenzo yelled, "unless you let me see your manuscript first."

Siles laughed and could only say, "Okay, Professor Grantham."

Lorenzo clenched his fist happily, and said reservedly on the surface: "Thank you, Professor Noel."

Siles pondered his reaction, feeling that this novel seems to be quite appealing to readers of this era?

Maybe he could write a little more and ask Mr. Glenn on Wednesday.His reading experience in popular novels, I am afraid Bilow