The warden who guards the witches

Huanzhiyue Jewelry Store has a sign at the door that reads "Temporarily closed for renovation."

But the owner, Melissa, was sitting behind the counter, entertaining a customer.

"This issue of your novel has been suspended. What's going on? You're not dedicated at all." Melissa waved the "Explorer" magazine in her hand, "Creation should be the only thing you, a third-rate writer, are passionate about now. Bar."

"The constipation stage is always the most painful when you lack inspiration and can only squeeze out a little boring residue."

Across the counter, Fantasy, author of "Hound Man" and a friend of Melissa's last visit, was smoking a pipe.

"You have been to the Northern Continent so many times. Is it interesting to collect materials from the pioneering land?" Melissa asked.

"In general, it's not much different from the continent here a hundred years ago. The customs and customs are quite unique, but many of them have been destroyed by the colonists." The visionary replied calmly, "It will only take time for them to disappear. Question."

"Isn't the struggle between colonization and anti-colonization also very interesting? Isn't your 'protagonist' currently engaged in this?" Melissa said.

"Have you and I seen too few wars in the past hundred years? There is nothing left to squeeze out." The visionary said calmly, "The security in the pioneer land is very bad, it is a city of sin. The last time I was there , I saw a group of gangsters tying a girl into an alley and preparing to do something, so I followed them..."

"Are you ready to seek justice?" Melissa raised her eyebrows.

"No, I just thought that there weren't many opportunities to directly witness the crime, so I went over to collect information." The dreamer had no expression on his face, just puffed away, "The gang of gangsters noticed me immediately, and I was right They said you can keep fucking her and leave me alone."

"Scumbag." Melissa suddenly smiled and interjected, "I remember that when you were a mortal, you were still a pretty decent guy."

"Are you qualified to criticize me? How much humanity can you still retain after having held power for so many years?" the dreamer replied.

"What a great excuse, and then what? How did they do it?"

"In the end, those gangsters insisted on killing me as a witness..." The dreamer took a puff of cigarette and let out a long breath: "I can only kill them all."

"It's a natural result." Melissa nodded. She had actually read the answer a long time ago. "But the plot of a guy with no sense of morality like you accidentally saving a beauty is not bad, isn't it? I don't plan to learn from you. With that chess piece, you become a hero?"

"I have done it, and stories like this have been written too many times." The dreamer replied with some disappointment, "And I noticed at that time that no matter what those gangsters did, it would not make any waves in my heart. I have seen more despicable, more bizarre, and more inhumane evil deeds. Materials of this level are like the most common stones on the seashore. They have no value in picking up. This world is like a book that I have torn through in no time. It’s going to make me bored.”

"Then why did you suddenly start a new 'creation' again?" Melissa asked.

"It's all thanks to the 'toy' you found." The dreamer said with a smile on his lips, "The story of another world once again gave me a long-lost freshness. You are indeed the closest to the old throne. existence.”

"There's no point in putting a high hat on me. Didn't I still fail when I was just one step away?" Melissa said calmly.

"I want to ask a question, but I don't know if I should say it..." The visionary paused.

"You clearly know that I can read minds, but you are asking for it." Melissa smiled and shook her head, "When it comes to what it feels like to fail, to be honest, there is nothing particularly disappointing. Until now. Pursuing the spiritual throne is more of a curiosity about what it will feel like to sit in that position. With two powers, there is nothing that can threaten me. This is boring, so that unexpected 'betrayal'. , actually gave me a sense of freshness.”

"So that's it." The dreamer took a puff of his pipe thoughtfully, "Do you do things that are completely useless to you, and try crazy things on the edge of danger to find excitement?"

"So, what kind of tragedy do you want to create this time?" Melissa asked, reading the other person's heart again, "Like "The Daughter of the Sea"? What do you mean? Are you planning to plagiarize?"

"How could it be? I just planned to take away the core of the story. The tragedy of the heroine who actively sacrifices herself for love touches people's hearts because her tragedy was chosen by herself," said the dreamer.

"Does it need to be so complicated?" Melissa said.

"It is necessary that a tragedy should not involve the author simply inflicting torture on the character, letting him suffer misfortune, suffering, and pain. That can only win the reader's sympathy, not love." The dreamer talked eloquently Come up, "A qualified tragedy should tear the most beautiful story material into pieces. The innocent mermaid princess is beautiful, and love is also a beautiful material. But when beautiful people choose to pursue beautiful things, they create them with their own hands. to his own tragic end.”

"Do you also plan to let the characters in your story choose that ending?" Melissa asked, and after reading out the affirmative answer, she continued, "Didn't you say that only by allowing the characters to move freely can they be given a soul?"

"A novelist in ancient times said that creative characters with souls will not be completely at the mercy of the author. I think so too." The dreamer shrugged.

"In this respect alone, you, a third-rate writer, are probably more outstanding than any first-rate writer." Melissa smiled meaningfully, "But in this case, will your character still choose the path you hope he will choose?"

She has stopped reading the other person's mind. If she continues to read, the content of the story will be revealed clearly in advance, which will reduce a lot of fun.

"I don't hope that she will choose any path. Any choice made by my little mermaid will be a surprise to me, because no matter which choice is made, it will be a tragedy for her." The dreamer smiled, "Everything was destined when this character was born."

"I see." Melissa nodded thoughtfully, and then gave an evaluation: "You, you are really a third-rate writer."

"Do you think the story I conceived is not very good?" The dreamer raised his eyebrows.

"Whether the story is good or not, you should ask the real readers." Melissa picked up the hot tea that had been placed on the counter, "When everything is over, you can tell the truth to our favorite chess piece and see how he evaluates your story at that time."