book of old days

Chapter 209 Reliable John

Sean pondered for a moment, and felt that something was wrong. The four chairs had been destroyed last night. It stands to reason that there would be no more problems. In fact, even if something went wrong, I’m afraid there is no way to verify it. .

He expressed his thoughts, and John Smith nodded in agreement, "It's true." He said and ate the honey biscuits on the plate.

Sean scratched his hair a little annoyed, the doubt in his heart was like a thorn in his heart, and it was as uncomfortable as a scratch.

John Smith analyzed it for him with great concern, "Could it be because you are worried that the Society of Rationalism came to you to press for the manuscript? Speaking of which, you really should speed up your progress. Half a year is coming soon, you How much did you write—one hundred thousand words?"

"It's less than [-] words..." Xiao En felt a little helpless, "This book is much more difficult than expected." He hesitated in his heart, is it really because of this?
"Tsk tsk tsk, 30 words is not enough. After all, this book needs at least [-] words. In half a year, you have to come up with half of the manuscript—by the way, Ulysses will invite you to the party tomorrow." It's time, are you going to participate?"

Xiao En was stunned for a moment, and then remembered that there was such a thing. He had a headache, and it was nothing to participate in at first, but now there is an Oroin Ball locked in the castle, and the matter of writing a book suddenly remembered, and he felt a little I can't go away.

"Speaking of Oroin's Ball, I think we should get rid of it as soon as possible. It's always a trouble to keep it here. I can feel that its eyes are becoming less and less friendly."

Sean nodded, "I have installed explosives in the tower, and I can detonate it at any time if necessary."

John said indifferently: "Are you sure you can kill a 'super existence' with explosives? A powerful magical life? Summoning things that cannot be controlled. To be honest, I don't think this is a good idea. You are too risky, Sean, you It shouldn't have been summoned..."

Xiao En said in his heart that you are sincerely embarrassing me, what pot is not open and which pot is lifted, if it is not for mastering magic as soon as possible and gaining enough power to protect himself, he would not be willing to take such a risk.

He felt restless and dizzy suddenly, making him unable to hold the spoon in his hand.

He shook his head, feeling extremely weak, looking at John Smith's concerned eyes, he was inexplicably flustered.

Maybe it was the magic addiction again, he took out the magic water and took a sip, but the feeling of weakness did not disappear.

He looked at the bottle in his hand with some doubts. The blue liquid inside was gleaming. Could it be that the addiction to magic has increased?Why didn't it work? He took another sip, but still didn't feel anything.

When he was about to lift the bottle again, John Smith suddenly grabbed his hand.

"Don't drink any more, remember what the hat said, the raw magic will leave a big hole in your body, a hole that will never be filled, the more you drink, the more you crave more."

Sean nodded. He glanced at John Smith's hand. Generally speaking, he hated being touched by the same sex, especially such an intimate contact, but for some reason, John Smith's touch made him have no plan at all.

He looked into John Smith's eyes, suddenly felt dizzy, and hurriedly held John Smith's arm with his hand.

"Why Sean, you look terrible."

"I don't know, I feel a little tired."

"Then go to bed and have a rest." John Smith said gently.

"No, I still have a lot of things to do, to write books, to learn magic, to attend Ulysses' banquet..."

Sean said that he wanted to stand up, but he staggered and almost fell to the ground. John Smith supported him, "Come on, don't be brave, I will help you to rest, don't worry about those things, I will do it for you OK."

John helped him back to the room, and Sean lay on the bed, feeling weak and dizzy alternately. He was not sure if it was a side effect of drinking too much magic water, maybe the magic poison had corroded his brain , Let his thinking become confused.

He shouldn't have drunk it in the first place, why did it become like this, he felt a headache thinking about his mess.

John seemed to see his depression, and comforted him softly: "Don't worry, everything will be fine, I will do it for you, you can rest."

The voice inexplicably reassured him, "Thank you, John, it's always reassuring to have a good friend like you by my side."

As he spoke, he fell asleep without realizing it.

When Sean woke up again, it was already evening, and the afterglow of the setting sun slanted in from outside the window, bright red like blood.

He struggled to get up from the bed and found that he seemed to be better.

Still weak, but at least the dizziness was gone.

He saw a water glass on the bedside, it must have been prepared by John, he picked it up and took a sip, it was warm and sweet, even added honey.

Sean got out of bed, and when he came to the study, he found that there was a light on inside.

Pushing open the door and walking in, I saw John sitting on his chair, holding his favorite pen, writing vigorously on the manuscript paper, and there was already a thick stack on the table.

"You're awake, feeling better?"

Xiao En nodded, sat down in front of the desk, took a look at the manuscript on the table, it was "Above the Sky", he was taken aback, and counted carefully, there are at least [-] to [-] words here, All new content.

"You wrote all these?" He asked a little surprised.

"Yeah, I happened to have some inspiration, so I wrote it."

Sean looked at the words on the paper, and the writing style was quite good. In fact, he was not unable to write, but it took a lot of pondering, research, polishing, and repeated revisions to write such words.

But John didn't seem to need to think at all, the words fell on the paper like flowing water, and the quality of each page was as good as when he was writing at his best.

At first, Sean was worried that what he wrote would conflict with his own creative thinking, but after a closer look, it was completely connected, and it was exactly as he had imagined.

To his relief and annoyance, John even rewrote some of what he had written earlier, and it looked noticeably better.

Sean read it again, he didn't want to admit it, but the other party did write better than him.

"Why did you do this? This is a book that the Rational Society asked me to write, and you can't sign it after you write it."

"You are a book and my book. What's the difference? With the relationship between the two of us, why should we separate each other." John said with a smile, which made Sean unable to refute.

"Okay, if you want to write it, you can write it. Later, I will talk to the people of the Rational Society. I can add a co-author's name for you, but the first author's name must be my name."

"Of course, this is your book, and no one can take it away." John said without raising his head, which made his voice seem a little careless. I made a fuss out of a molehill.

Feeling weak again, he took a deep breath, "You write slowly, I'm going to eat first."

That's good too, it just so happened that I got the text, and it would be a peace of mind for someone to finish writing for me, Xiao En thought to himself comfortingly.

(End of this chapter)