Don't compete with fairy tale vests

"There must be nothing wrong, they are definitely Germans." Kurikawa Soryu recited this conclusion cautiously, already convinced of it.

When he was in college, he had contact with foreign students from Germany. Due to some language habits of German, German students often have intermittent situations when speaking Japanese, which seems to be incoherent.

And whether it was the smuggled Olin buyers that Atleiyu and Fuhu intercepted at the Yokohama pier before, or the few foreigners who had communicated with his vest before, even if their Japanese was already fluent, they would still bring have such a unique habit.

Coupled with the address written on the strange letter he received before, all the clues seemed to point to that European country—Germany.

"I might have to go there, when everything is about to end." Kurikawa Soryu said to himself in his heart.

But the obsession that had settled in his heart since the first year of high school made Kurikawa Soryu unable to just let go of the disaster caused by the "pseudo-Olin" in Japan when he was able.

"Are you ready?" The voice of the roaming mountain came slowly at this time.

"Of course," Soryu Kurikawa said sternly, but the next second, seeing the time displayed on the large advertising screen in the commercial street, the young man immediately jumped up in panic, and the text just now disappeared without a trace, "It's too late , help!"

Relying on the strong physique that he had exercised under his father's guidance since he was a child, Kurikawa Soryu hurried, and finally arrived at the meeting place before the appointed time.

Unexpectedly at that time, only the elderly editor Kondo was waiting in the booth of the coffee shop, and the legendary publisher seemed to have not arrived yet.

Soryu Kurikawa didn't feel much unexpected. After all, it is very rare for a publisher from Germany to come to discuss business in person this time. It is definitely possible to change his mind suddenly for some reason, but he still has a little bit in his heart. lost.

"Mr. Kondo, hello!" He took the lead to greet the old man who ordered a cup of coffee and sat on the sofa.

"Hello, Kurikawa-kun, you are always on time."

The old man handed him the menu with a smile. He liked this kid Kondo who was almost grown up by himself. He also knew something about the situation of Soryu Kurikawa’s family. Seeing that he has achieved something in his favorite field, Kondo edited it. Also very happy for him.

"The publisher..." Because Editor Kondo didn't talk to him about publishing abroad immediately, Soryu Kurikawa thought that there might be some hope, so he mentioned it a little.

"The publisher will still come as usual, but it seems that there is a slight delay because of some unavoidable troubles. You don't have to worry too much."

Editor Kondo patted Soryu Kurikawa on the shoulder, telling him not to be so nervous, and looked at Soryu Kurikawa very appreciatively: "You seem to appreciate your book very much, maybe the winner of the Italian Fantasy Literature Award this time is It will be you."

"Hahahaha, I've won the prize, I'm already very surprised to be shortlisted."

Soryu Kurikawa curled his mouth in embarrassment. Although he knew that winning the award might be far away from him, he was very happy when he found out that he had been shortlisted. It seemed that he was getting closer to being fully recognized by his teacher for his career and choice. step.

Kurikawa Soryu only ordered a glass of lemonade. Although the cake in the coffee shop looked very tempting, and the waiter recommended it repeatedly, but because he was a little nervous, Kurikawa Soryu couldn't eat anything.

When the steam on the coffee ordered by Editor Kondo gradually faded, the publication was long overdue.

"Sorry, I'm late, let you wait."

Before anyone could arrive, a familiar voice came from behind Soryu Kurikawa.

Kurikawa Soryu turned his head and was slightly taken aback. The person who came was the foreigner who had entangled him when he was using the will-o'-the-wisp's vest.

This couldn't help but make him feel a little funny, not to mention embarrassment and worry, after all, there are still many differences in the personalities of Majia and Kurikawa Soryu.

Kurikawa Soryu was confident that the blonde publisher in front of him would never see any clues. He just lamented this kind of coincidence in his heart, the world is sometimes small.

"I'm William Green. Just call me William. There's no need to talk about pleasantries. Let's talk about publishing-related matters next."

The blond-haired boy started the conversation neatly. Although he is very young for this industry, he is so experienced in handling affairs that even an editor like Kondo can't pick a mistake. The old editor sighed in his heart that Soryu Kurikawa's book It is absolutely reliable to do everything according to what the boy said.

The conversations and debates were proceeding in an orderly manner. William Green was worthy of being a famous bookseller. No one dared to underestimate him because of his age. After several exchanges, everyone finally achieved a satisfactory result.

"The title of your book is very interesting."

Soryu Kurikawa, who was looking at the contents of the contract, felt that someone was watching him, so he raised his head sensitively, and heard the blond boy named William Green say such a sentence without end, with his blue eyes examining him look at him.

"Uh, thank you?" Kurikawa Soryu didn't know how to respond, and looked at Editor Kondo for help, but the old man just shrugged at him, showing a helpless expression.

But the boy didn't seem to care about his answer, so he just continued on his own: "Of course, the content of the story is very good, and it's probably the most imaginative story I've seen in recent years. I sigh again that the fantasy is dead."

Such a comment sounded somewhat arrogant and arbitrary, Kurikawa Soryu just kept silent, but his expression was very disapproving.

"You shouldn't say that, at least in my opinion, the works of Mr. Mitchell Ender alone are absolutely excellent. With everyone's efforts, the fantasy will not die easily, otherwise It’s not even fantasy.”

Some can't bear such judgments, Kurikawa Soryu couldn't help but refute the publisher's words, which makes you irrational, but he has to defend what he likes.

The blond boy listened to his words expressionlessly. Both Kurikawa Soryu and Kondo thought that William Green would get angry, but after a brief silence, he suddenly laughed.

The laughter was hearty, and it was a very heartfelt laugh, not an antonym such as sarcasm. William Green's face suddenly changed from cloudy to sunny, which made the two of them a little confused.

"So, you have read Mitchell End's book, after all, it uses this title." William Green smiled with interest.

"Yes, it's a tribute. I like Mr. Entoku's books very much! I have been reading his books since I was in elementary school." Speaking of his idol and favorite reader, Soryu Kurikawa's tone Inevitably a little excited.

But this excited reaction made William Green equally excited, and the blond boy seemed to like the author very much. After this conversation, Soryu Kurikawa even inexplicably obtained the publisher's personal contact information.

"If you have the opportunity to come to Germany, I may be able to introduce you to Mr. Ende." At the end of the conversation, William Green's attitude towards Soryu Kurikawa was much more friendly than at the beginning, and he was invited to come to Germany for exchange.

"Thank you for your invitation, I will definitely have a chance in the future."

It was Germany again, Kurikawa Soryu felt some turmoil in his heart.

"Who is Master Xia You?"

Yigu Youtai was questioned by the curly-haired boy beside him all the way, which inevitably made him avoid Paul. Several times, he opened his mouth and almost said it, but he couldn't help it. Knowing whether it is the information that the conjurer world can tell outsiders, they all endured it, and the assistant supervisor has been keeping a deaf ear to the inside of the car, focusing on driving the car, so that the young conjurer can only face it alone. Some surprisingly persistent German.

But fortunately, Paul Hesse is very good at trusting others. After Yigu Yuta promised him that he would come to the Conjurer Association and then he would know what he wanted, the boy immediately calmed down and sat obediently in his seat. He didn't move at all, which made Yi Gu Youtai a little ashamed.

Yi Gu Youtai wiped the sweat from his forehead, and suddenly he missed his classmates in the high school, as if something was missing in his hands. During his time abroad, he missed the feel of Grau Graman's lion-shaped hair very much, and he also had some It's been a long time since I experienced the joy of emotional sand.

At this moment, the students who are being talked about by the young super magician are also waiting for their juniors. Compared with them, there are fewer students in this group, and they are still in the observation period. Neki Toshihisa, there are only three people, but there is one more than the third grade.

"I don't know when Youta will come back, I miss him so much." The little lion who turned into blue exuded a little sad breath, and said a little lonely.

But the feelings he finally brewed were soon exposed by the panda.

"Glau, you're just too worried about losing to You when you piled up sand sculptures last time." Panda Zhuan rubbed Grau Graman's head and said jokingly.

"Nope." The little lion's expression was a little guilty, and his bangs turned bright yellow, and then he muttered softly, "Well, I really care a little bit."

"But the main thing is that I miss Youtai very much." The little lion said loudly, with his hair messed up by the panda.

"Hey, I can't help it. Youta is a super-level conjurer, so you will probably be very busy even if you return to your country." Panda sighed and said, "We have to work hard, and we can't just be left behind by Youta. .”

"Salmon." The dog Curly, who had just returned from a mission, had a hoarse voice, and agreed with the panda's words very much.

"That's right, I'm going to work hard to make more sand!" With these words, the silver-haired spellcaster immediately put on an expression that he didn't think it was a big deal to watch the excitement, and watched with great interest. This is almost a daily experience. screen.

Looking at Graugramman, who became complacent because of his own words, the panda screamed that it was not good. In order to avoid being ignited by the righteous anger of the noctuid moth, the panda had to try to dispel the dangerous idea of ​​the little lion again, at least not to let the noctuid moth Right under the nose of Zhengdao.

At this time, Zenyuan Maki, who was going to buy water, also came to join the boys, but the girl's expression was a little dignified.

"Have you heard? There is a first-year freshman who has just been registered and may be executed."