It is autumn now. When you open the window, the fiery red fallen leaves are picked up by the cool wind and fall all over the ground. The afternoon sunset dyes the world in golden color.
Oscar was wearing pajamas, leaning against the window, looking at the beautiful scenery, yawning loudly, his eyes slightly narrowed, looking like he had not woken up yet.
Ever since he got hold of the Stuart family, he went from being a down-and-out writer to a famous writer with financial freedom. The days of eating and drinking for free were really good. However, in the past six months, Oscar gained more than ten pounds. Because he ate too well, he often suffered from gout attacks and had to lie in bed for half a month.
Such days are very happy, or perhaps very decadent.
“This is what life is all about.”
Oscar sighed at the beauty of life and the joy of having a place to live in his old age.
"Here is your letter, sir."
At this time, a servant came and saw Oscar, and handed him a letter with both hands. Oscar took a look at the envelope and recognized who the letter was from.
"Okay, okay, I got it."
Oscar took the letter casually, tore it open roughly, and read it roughly. As expected, it was another letter from the same group of editors.
Oscar's career is quite interesting. He wrote books seriously for decades, but ended up in a state of extreme poverty. Later, he wrote some stories about witchers, which became very popular.
This made Oscar doubt his life for a while, but for the sake of money, he had no choice but to continue with this slightly outrageous story. Later, under the influence of the Stuart family, Oscar's writing career became more and more successful. However, because it was too smooth, Oscar thought about one thing from time to time.
We write books for a living. Now that we can live comfortably, why do we still need to write books
Therefore, Oscar has hardly done any writing for more than half a year since the birthday of the god. For Oscar, it is just a relief, but the editors are worried. However, because Oscar has the protection of the Stuart family, they can't just kick the door and threaten Oscar to hand in the manuscript by the end of the month as they did in the past.
Therefore, due to various reasons, in the past six months, the editors could only keep sending letters to urge Oscar to start writing new stories as soon as possible.
The tone of the letter also changed from anger, to helplessness, and now to pleading.
This feeling... is so great.
Oscar walked towards his study with the letter, and met Seleu who was about to leave on the way.
"Hey! Where are you going?!"
Oscar greeted his wealthy master.
"Lorenzo has returned from the end of the world. He will arrive at the Cape of Raging Waves tomorrow. I will go pick him up."
Seleu explained to Oscar, and Oscar nodded and watched Seleu leave.
After more than half a year of training, Seleucus became more and more like a calm duke. He exchanged several rounds of negotiations with the other party with an expressionless face. Because of her identity as a nation builder, she had a strong attitude in mediating the war, and her reputation even spread to the lands beyond Inglvig.
As for Lorenzo, this guy really couldn't sit idle. In the spring after the God's Birthday, he began rehabilitation training. Living up to his former identity as a demon hunter, he recovered quickly. Later, he joined the fleet formed by the nation builders and launched another expedition to the end of the world.