The world controlled by dice [Western Fantasy]

As Grenfell said, Ms. Antonia Cumming is a famous contemporary detective novelist.

The book he presented to Siles is the most famous work of Antonia Cumming, called "The Truth Going with the Pointer".For Siles, who has been brought up in the culture of the Internet age of the earth, the answer of this work seems not so disturbing.

But for readers of this era, I am afraid it will be earth-shattering.

This immediately activated Siles' thoughts.He really seems to be able to make money writing novels.It is of course immoral to copy other works on the earth, but it is okay for him to bring the brain hole he once wrote to this world, right?

He has to solve the problem of making money as soon as possible.

If he really intends to do this, he probably has to study the novel market in this era.

Siles thought about his plans for tomorrow—tomorrow is Wednesday, and he has to go to the Historical Society in the afternoon.Originally, he planned to continue writing the lesson plans in the morning, but now the lesson plans are progressing at a good speed, maybe he can be free tomorrow morning, and then go to the bookstore in Dongcheng.

Originally, he also needed to go to the bookstore or library to find suitable textbooks and book lists for students.

...then we have to work hard tonight.

Siles took a light breath, stood up and went to the bathroom to wash his face, to wake himself up.Then he ate two bites of bread with jam, and continued to indulge in work.

Until late at night, he finally sorted out the syllabus of a public elective course.

Siles leaned back in the chair and closed his eyes a little tiredly.The light shines through the eyelids, carrying a warm yellow and soothing meaning.

In this silent late night, Siles felt a little complicated mood spread.It has been three days since I came to this world.His actions seemed hasty and hasty, although he was still calm and calm on the surface, but in his heart, after all, he remained confused.

Whether investigating the truth of the world or looking for a way back, there is a certain kind of heavy force that always pushes him, making him unable to stop at all times.

He didn't dare to stop.Once he pauses, he thinks of his family and friends on Earth.All the things he misses, all the things he misses.That pulled him and made him realize countless times that he never belonged to this world.

Sirius sighed softly.When he opened his eyes, the kind of confusion and pain never seemed to appear in his dark pupils.He got up, took a shower, brushed his teeth, changed his clothes and washed his clothes.

Days of rain kept his previously washed clothes still dry.If it doesn't clear up again, I'm afraid he will have to buy two new clothes to wear.

But... having said that, he does seem to have to buy a new suit.After all, he was about to step onto the podium and face countless pairs of eyes from the students.

...The figure of Siles washing clothes unconsciously froze for a moment.

He sighed again.

In the early morning of the second day, Siles woke up, got dressed, brought the necessary items, and went to Logan Market to take the public carriage again.This time he did not meet Mrs. Finn at the door, and left Milford Street alone with his long umbrella.

He is going to the Historical Society in the afternoon.As far as I can remember, there is a large bookstore near Atherton Central Square, south of the Historical Society.

Siles recalled several times with uncertainty before he remembered the exact location of the bookstore.

The west city and east city of Ramifa City are separated by a meandering river called the Kanla River.The urban areas on both sides of the river are about the same size, accommodating a total of nearly ten million residents.

As the capital of the Duchy of Const, Lamifa City is an undeniably huge city.

Therefore, even though Siles has lived in this city for a long time, it is impossible for him to know every area of ​​Lamifa City.There is no such thing as an electronic map in this world.

Siles thought to himself that he should buy a map of Lamifa City.

Maybe there will be maps for sale in the bookstore?However, the bookstores in this world may not be as classified and detailed as those on Earth.Maybe there will be a dedicated map store.

Another bumpy road.Because the stagecoach travels in a clockwise order, Siles had to spend nearly three hours before finally arriving at the Historical Society.

When he got off the public carriage, his face was very pale. On the one hand, it was because of the uncomfortable bumps, and on the other hand, it was also because of the too long journey.It occurred to him that this would be too much of a waste of time.Even if it is to save money, there is no need to spend so much effort.

He decided to himself that he might as well hire a cab when he arrived at the Historical Society on Saturday.It is estimated that it will arrive in an hour.

Then, he took out his pocket watch and looked at the time, and found that it was almost ten o'clock.He quickened his pace and headed for Atherton Central Square.

This is the central location of the entire Ramifa City.A little further south is the Royal Palace of the Duchy of Constance.Grand Duke Const and his wife, including a group of children, lived in that magnificent palace.

However, the rainy season in July made the Grand Duke's family choose to go to a warmer and drier area for vacation, and they should not be in Lamifa City recently.

Siles took a turn around Atherton Central Square.Despite the gloomy weather, there are still many people walking here.He also noticed that someone was drawing with a drawing board at the corner of the square.

From a distance, it was a thin young man with gold-rimmed glasses.

Siles didn't stay here too long, and soon found the bookstore he remembered.More precisely, it should be called the Booksellers Bazaar.

It is very lively here all year round.Countless book sellers came from all over the principality, and then got a stall here, hoping to sell all the books they bought in a short period of time.

It was a huge building with a curved glass roof.If it was a sunny day, the glass roof would definitely emit a radiant brilliance, but now, it only made Sirius sigh slightly.

There are people coming and going here, and countless people are holding several books in their hands. It is not known whether they have gained a lot or returned disappointed.

Siles walked in, walked around with a bit of curiosity, and found a lot of interesting books, and got some titles that could be added to the students' book lists, as well as books that he was also very interested in.

His heart was stirring, but in the end he suppressed his thoughts and went to the area of ​​popular novels.

It is obviously more lively here, men appreciate detective and adventure novels, while women look at knights and boudoir novels.

Siles took a few best-selling books, flipped through the subject matter, and suddenly froze for a moment, thinking, what about romance novels?

This kind of novels that focus on love and love, crazy men and women, although they are always considered "difficult to be elegant" by critics on the earth, their popularity, especially among women, can be said to be unmatched by any subject matter .

...There are no romance novels in this world?

Celeston's eyes lit up for a moment, he thought, as if he could write a popular love novel?

The more he looked for the genre of bestsellers, the more he discovered the lack of romance novels, the more he realized the feasibility of his idea.He stood where he was, pondering for a while amidst the noisy conversation of the others.

Later, he bought two books that were similar to romance novels. One was a heroic adventure story, which seemed to be very popular with female readers; the other had a similar theme, but the protagonist was a young noble lady.

He put these two books into his bag—he brought a special bag when he went out today, which was a shoulder bag similar to a messenger bag.

Afterwards, Siles visited other stalls and stores.This place was a mixed bag, but it also allowed him to discover a lot of interesting books.He tried hard to recall the poor share in his wallet, suppressing his desire to spend.

Finally, he stopped in front of a booth.

This stall is on the corner.If Siles hadn't walked around the entire interior of the building on a whim, he probably wouldn't have been able to find this stall.

The owner of the booth is a young man, about 20 years old, with an expression of disappointment that cannot be concealed.He may have come with hope, but he hasn't sold a single book, so he's feeling less interested at this point.

When Siles stopped in front of his booth, he just crouched there and said very dejectedly, "Look around."

Siles was attracted by a notebook bound in parchment.Because of his previous experience in signing a contract with the Historical Society, he is very sensitive to this material of paper.

The papermaking technology in this world is very developed, and it is unknown how much of it is due to the enlightener.But the more ancient and handmade things, such as parchment, wooden slips, stone slabs and other things used to record words, the more expensive and rare they are.

When Siles was studying the literature of the Silent Period, he noticed that the covers of many manuscripts and original books were wrapped in materials such as parchment and kraft paper, instead of just using wood pulp as they are now. paper.

So this notebook immediately attracted Siles' attention.

He was a little worried about whether this was the time track before the Wuzhong Ji, but when he looked at the notebook, the stall owner introduced, "This is a travel journal."

His limp voice could not stop Sirius from taking an interest in the notebook.

"Travel notes?" Sirius asked, "What kind of travel notes?"

"Land of No Embers." The stall owner said, "but I don't know the specific content. That's not the language of the Principality of Const."

Siles was taken aback.

The stall owner explained carefully: "This travel book was brought back by a businessman from Land of No Embers. He said that the owner of the travel book was an explorer who was seriously injured. The businessman took care of him for a while, but he still died. , Before he died, he gave this travel book to the businessman, saying it was a reward.

"But that explorer is not from the Principality of Constance, and the language in the travel notes is also in a foreign language. The businessman couldn't find a suitable translation, so he couldn't publish it. In the end, this travel note came into my hands."

Siles asked, "What's your relationship with that businessman?"

The stall owner curled his lips: "That's my father."

Siles asked rigorously, "Will your father not object to buying from you?"

"Of course not!" The young stall owner said angrily, "It's impossible for this travel book to be published! There are so many countries outside the Duchy of Const, who knows where the explorer came from? What language did he use?"

travel notes.publishing.Siles thought to himself about the combination of the two words.

He asked keenly: "Does your father have a publishing channel?"

The young stall owner was taken aback for a moment, and asked back, "What's wrong?"

For a moment, Sirius hesitated to mention the fact that he wanted to write a novel.But after all, he didn't have the urge to talk about it with a stranger who met once.

He just said: "In case I accidentally come across a suitable translator in the future, then we can consider co-publishing."

The young stall owner looked at him suspiciously.

Siles said, "Can you give me the contact information?"

The young stall owner hesitated for a while, and finally handed a business card to Siles."This is my father's business card," he said.

Siles looked down at the name: Jerome Langmere.

...Rangmire?Wait, Merchant Ranmir? !

Sirius' pupils shrank suddenly.

In his mind, the sound of rolling dice sounded.