The Lord of Reincarnation - 393. Chapter 392

A thick envelope was sorted and delivered… and finally came to a tall building in Orsay City.

On the front of the building, there is a line of signs-‘Handicraftsman Publishing House’.

This is a publishing house that has a good cooperative relationship with Roca before, and its literary works are sold well on the West Coast.

The waitress at the front desk gracefully signed the thick letter and quickly sorted them into categories.

Readers’ letters are put aside in a huge wooden barrel, and the manuscripts of famous authors are directly sent to the editor-in-chief for personal review, and unfamiliar contributors are handed over to the corresponding editors according to classification.

In such a process, the envelope with the name’Roca’ fell into the hands of the waitress.

“Mr. Roca’s novel draft, give it to Clem’s editor!”

She made a mark, immediately picked up a large pile of letters, went to the office on the second floor, and delivered them to each desk.

Clem is a middle-aged man with a beer belly and wearing thick glasses.

At this moment, while gnawing on the sandwich, he opened Roca’s envelope and took out the manuscript inside.

“The nightingale is over? It’s a tragic ending! It’s okay… Literati prefer tragedy, although the general public prefers laughter…”

He murmured a few words, took a look at it first, and then scanned carefully line by line: “Huh? Mr. Roca seems to have improved a lot in his writing skills?”

As a novel editor, Clem has enough experience and work experience.

Roca, originally under the pseudonym “Mr. Ring”, has a certain literary foundation, but he prefers to use gorgeous and meaningless and complex rhetoric to pile up. It looks like a bouquet with bright appearance but no substantive connotation. After a period of time, it withered. It’s okay at a glance, but there is no desire for long-term reading.

But at the end of this time, the other party adopted a realistic approach. Although the text is simple, but only a few words, the attitude of the protagonist and the supporting role seems to be on the paper. Through the description of the environment, the psychology of each character is reflected. Can’t help but want to applaud.

“It’s a pity… If the whole article is of this kind of pen, I can recommend it to the editor-in-chief. It deserves better layout and resources…”

Clem murmured to himself, and realized that after the end of the novel, there was a new contribution.

“No… more than one, “Robert and Yingliye”? “Mountain Horror”? One love, one horror?”

Clem got interested, wiped his glasses, made himself a cup of coffee, and then read carefully.

Before I knew it, a few hours passed.

“No…why did Yingliye, who is so cute and kind, die? Fate…you are so unfair…”

Clem finished watching “Robert and Ying Liye” and rubbed the corners of his eyes, which was a bit moist.

“Although it is a vulgar love story, but the author is mature and eloquently speaking, it seems to be happening around us…”

He didn’t want to say that this novel reminded him of his first love, and felt a kind of heartache.

In the afternoon, Clem began to read “Mountain Horror”, and was immediately attracted by the weird settings. He felt his scalp tingling for the weird and terrific killing methods. Especially when the last murderer appeared, he was completely unexpected. , Which made him feel frightened.

“Both novels are worth recommending. This author will definitely be popular. But…why does he have to write Yingliye to death? Is it for awards?”

Clem had to think so.

In recent years, the ethos of literary awards is not good, and they prefer serious styles. Tragic works are more likely to be favored than comedy works. This has become a general existence of unspoken rules.

As for horror novels, the audience is stable and it is easy to get a group of hardcore fans.

All in all, these are two high-quality novels. If they are not recommended to the editor-in-chief and let the author run away, he will probably be blown up!

Therefore, Clem took the draft of the novel directly, went to the editor-in-chief Eam’s office, and knocked on the door: “Editor-in-chief, I want to recommend two novels…”

Halfway through his words, he stopped and saw a nasty guy in the office.

It was a pale man wearing a black trench coat.

Clem didn’t know the other party’s name, but knew that the other party belonged to the “Literature Review Committee”, a strange but powerful organization.

Any published literary works must be’reviewed’ by them in advance, otherwise, they will not get the issue number at all and they are illegal readings.

A work that Clem was very optimistic about, but inexplicably fell before the publication, it was useless to appeal afterwards, and he had no temper at all.

“Clem? It just so happens that what this gentleman mentioned is related to you. I wanted to call you.”

Eim had a kind smile on his face.

“Hello, sir, this is Clem!”

Seeing the other person looking over, Clem swallowed his previous slurs and complaints, and immediately bent over and bowed, showing how respectful and respectful his attitude was.

“Well, an author you are in charge of, under the pseudonym “Mr. Ring”, will send his manuscripts directly to my office for review.”

The man in black said with a cold face.

“no problem.”

Clem nodded repeatedly, then stopped talking.

In the end, under the gaze of Yim about to kill, he explained the fact that Mr. Ring had sent a few manuscripts.

“Then please leave it to me.”

Although the tone of the man in black is polite, there is no doubt: “I still need a quiet office.”

“Of course.” Eim quickly asked someone to prepare.

Gavin directly occupied the office and began to review the manuscripts.

As an examiner of the’examination committee’, he certainly knows that his organization is part of the secret guard.

It is their duty to review all publicly published publications every year to ensure that no information related to supernatural forces is diffused.

As an investigator, Roca is said to have written short poems with supernatural powers, which is naturally the focus of censorship.

Facing the manuscript with a serious expression, he first took out a white crystal and placed it on top of the manuscript.

Ten seconds later, the white crystal did not have the slightest abnormal shape, and the inside did not become turbid.

“Very good…no anomalous power pollution, then, the next review is whether to write some information that shouldn’t be leaked…”

Gavin found a chair and sat down and began to review it word by word.

Facts have proved that Fang Xian’s works are very’clean’, and do not involve ritual knowledge or mysterious worship in the slightest.

Especially love novels have nothing to do with this aspect at all.

And “Mount Terror” tells the story of a serial murderer with high IQ, but the murder method is very ingeniously conceived.

“Probably there is no problem, it can be approved.”

Gavin put down the manuscript and thought of his first love inexplicably, and felt a pain in his heart: “But…why did Yingliye die?”