The next day.

"Klein, Katie asked me to ask how you are doing and you are leaving in the afternoon."

Mira knocked on the door "dongdongdongdong", interrupting Klein's thoughts.

"Stop, you will break the door. Are you a woman? Are you wrong?"

Klein shouted.

"Tsk, you'd better hurry up and don't let us wait for you."

After Mira finished speaking, Klein heard the steps downstairs.

"It's time, I feel quite nervous, haha."

Klein sorted out his clothes, and he put all the manuscripts he wrote in the fountain pen these days in a bag.

There are more than 100 copies. In addition to ghost stories, there are also novels such as adventure, bravery, and criminal investigation, which can be said to be involved in all aspects.

There is no way, people in this world are very good at this.

If it is placed in a local publishing house, it should be able to exchange for a lot of money. Even if the price is maliciously suppressed, he can bring the manuscript to the imperial capital and sell it.

But it's best to handle all of them in the hammer market.

The imperial capital represents the unknown. He did not think that some time travelers had experienced one map after another, and he was still very weak.

Therefore, although the imperial capital is the most prosperous place, it is also the place with the most extraordinary people.

The more extraordinary people, the more dangers and accidents they can only mean.

So before going to the imperial capital, he needed to accumulate resources and make all preparations.

He quickly went downstairs and was about to go out, Mira stopped him again.

"Hey, what are you doing? You're leaving in the afternoon. Are you going out now?"

"I'll go out to do something and will be back soon."

Klein pushed the door out.

"This guy has become more and more strange lately."

Mira said with a frown.

She felt that Klein's personality had undergone a great change since the Fire Blade Cult attack. In 20 days, it seemed that a person's past 20 years had completely changed.

...

The city martial law was over a few days ago, and the market finally returned to peace.

Some civilians wandering around can already be seen on the streets, and this kind of attack hurts only a small number of people.

Klein trotted all the way to a newspaper in the city.

In addition to distributing local newspapers, various novels and publications will be distributed here, and naturally various manuscripts will be purchased.

After selection, these manuscripts will be classified, published and published.

The wilderness is too dangerous, so there are few outdoor activities and entertainment facilities in Terrera, but the population is large, so there is always some entertainment needs.

Then newspapers, books and other things are very excellent ways to entertain.

It is a very popular way of entertainment, with good quality and low price, and can consume a lot of time. Neighbors can also borrow each other.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

The front desk of the newspaper was not a beautiful lady, but a fat man with a beard.

Although she was dressed meticulously, her expression still looked a bit fierce.

The front desk man was very fat, and when he stood up, his belly was already pressed against the front desk table.

Klein was stared at by him for a moment of embarrassment, pointed to the bag in his hand and said.

"Well, I'll contribute the novel. May I ask, where is the office to receive the article?"

"Oh, you're not here to cause trouble? Then go up and submit your articles to the first office on the second floor."

The old man waved impatiently.

Klein shook his head. This kind of front desk was really strange.

No more thoughts, there is not much time left, so he needs to quickly deal with these manuscripts.

I came to the office on the second floor to contribute, and after knocking on the door, a sound came from inside.

"Please come in."

When he pushed the door open, he sat here a middle-aged man with glasses, with a gray suit that made him look gentle and gentle.

"Hello, sir, I'll contribute."

"Well, let me take a look at the manuscript."

The middle-aged man did not stop his work, nor did he look at Klein at the door, but just said casually.

"good."

Klein took a thick stack of manuscripts out of the bag and placed them on the desk of the man in the middle.

"What does this mean?"

The middle-aged man looked at the thick stack of manuscripts and then stopped his work, took off his glasses, and looked at Klein in surprise.

"Sir, these are all manuscripts I wrote."

The middle-aged man blinked, and seemed a little unbelievable.

"All these?"

"Yes, sir."

"Young people need to be down-to-earth, and it is not a good habit to just fill in the gaps."

The middle-aged man's face darkened and he said seriously.

"No, sir, you can look at my manuscripts and choose them at random. I have stored these manuscripts for a long time."

Klein started talking nonsense. These manuscripts were written by Craftsman Pen in the past few days, but for the sake of money, just gossip.

He did not intend to bring these manuscripts to the imperial capital, and it was the best choice to deal with them here.

"You really wrote it?"

The middle-aged man took out a manuscript from the middle with some suspicion, put on his glasses, and began to look.

"Deep Well"

This is a story about chasing murderers, telling the story of a man using a deep well to kill three people, and then dealing with the Ministry of Security, but was eventually caught by military experts.

The overall plot is very concise. Although the writing style is still very immature, the subject matter is novel and makes the middle-aged people feel interesting.

Until the whole manuscript was read, the middle-aged man still felt unsatisfied.

I picked up another picture from it, "Headless" and saw the end from the beginning.

After reading a few pictures in a row, Klein couldn't wait any longer and disturbed him.

"Sir, have you read it? I have something to do in the afternoon. Do you collect the manuscripts of these stories?"

"Ah? Receive, Receive, of course, are these really written by you?"

Middle-aged men have countless articles, so of course they cannot miss such attractive articles.

"Of course, sir, I wrote these."

Klein's lie naturally made his face not blushing and his heart beats.

"Very good, I am the editor of the publication of the Luohammer News Agency. Pushut, what's your name?"

"Klein Alex."

"Well, Mr. Alex, are you really going to sell all of these manuscripts?"

Phutt's meaning Klein understood very well that selling all means selling all rights to these manuscripts at one time.

Including famous rights, copyrights, and the possible benefits of these manuscripts in the future.

But this is exactly what Klein wants, and the clever pen is not without its disadvantages.

Continuous writing has caused some repetitive short stories to appear in those manuscripts.

There is no way, the knowledge base of Qisi Pen is connected with him.

He has just a little bit of stuff in his stomach. If he writes too much, it is inevitable that he will be repetitive, so he should stop when he sees it better now.

In his vision, the clever fountain pen will have a greater effect. We have to wait until the capital before continuing to expand and develop.

Now, these manuscripts, exchanged for cash, are what he needs most.

"Yes, Mr. Phutt, 131 articles, all of which are sold for all ownership rights. I wonder what price you can give me."
Chapter completed!