Chapter 8

At the beginning of dawn, a ray of sunlight passed through the buildings and sprinkled on the streets. The light scattered the gloom of the alleys, and the city of Elroy woke up from the silence. Harvey's street is still quiet. After all, it belongs to the activity area of the upper class. The orderly elegant buildings continue to the outskirts of the city and become uneven. It belongs to the civilian area. All kinds of simple carriages pull goods into and out of the market, and the soil from the wheels splashes on the pedestrians. Pedestrians are used to this situation, It's better to arrange your own goods for a living than to have a dispute with the carriage.

"Hey, sir, how about coming to see the newly picked apple? Try one for free to ensure your satisfaction." The fruit peddler in the market yelled a few times. When he saw someone coming, he carefully cut a piece of green and red apple in his stall with a knife for passers-by to taste. Even the chef was amazed by the exquisite craftsman. Every piece of flesh cut for passers-by was as thin as cicada wings.

"Porter, I don't know whether you should praise your knife work or you're stingy," said the owner of the fruit stall

The passers-by also heard the cry of the butcher: "the pig just killed is fresh. If you don't buy it, it will be gone!"

At the vegetable stall, the rough faced boss pulled his child's ear and scolded: "hurry up! Send these tomatoes to Mr. Smith's house, God bless! It's half an hour sooner or later. Do you want to starve my important customers!? If Mr. Smith is dissatisfied, you don't want to eat dinner these days! "

In the morning, Shirley comes to the busy market in a gray brown coat to choose the food materials for cooking. Her dress is not gorgeous, and the color of her clothes is as common as most women's clothes. However, her unique elegant and cool temperament suddenly distinguishes her from the busy atmosphere of the market. With her arrival, the market becomes a little quiet, and then turns to be full of people.

"It's her. It's beautiful! I swear I'm prettier than any woman I've ever seen! Elena can't even match her one percent. "

"Owen, how about going to say hello to her? You're the son of the butcher. You've got a bit of status. Maybe you can."

"Give up. It's so beautiful. It's still the maid of the noble master's family. No matter how cheap it is, it's not our turn."

The young men in the market were shy and peeped at her, but they did not dare to talk to her, for fear of blaspheming her quiet and noble temperament.

Shirley's face is flat. After choosing the daily food, she goes back to the house. She takes off her special coat, puts on a classic black skirt, ties a white apron, curls up her hair, and holds it in a white maid's hat. When she prepares breakfast, she sees Harvey standing up in front of the washstand to wash.

In her eyes, Harvey has changed in the past two days. Although I don't know what changes have taken place in Harvey, it can be sure that Harvey is much better than before. Looking at Harvey's back, Shirley's unswerving cold face and smile are fleeting.

"Sherry, I'll have a cup of coffee later, no sugar." After washing and gargling, Harvey's face was still sleepy. At this time in the past, he was still sleeping, and his body was not used to the current biological clock.

"Yes, please wait a moment."

As he was about to go upstairs, Harvey suddenly turned to Shirley and said, "by the way, Shirley, can you take a turn around the skirt with both hands?"

Shirley, dressed in a maid's dress, is a little confused about Harvey's orders. She twists the skirt with both hands and turns it gracefully. The skirt of the maid's dress is very long. When she lifts the skirt, she can see her boots and legs in white glass stockings. The turning range of her delicate body is not fast or slow, and the two similar ribbons of the maid's hat dance with it, The lightness and elegance of that moment can touch people's heart more directly than any dance.

Shirley put down the skirt of the maid's long skirt and asked softly, "so?"

Harvey nodded with a serious look: "that's OK."

On the way back to the bedroom, Harvey was very satisfied with his whim. He felt his chin and muttered, "sure enough, a maid is justice, and a maid is a man's romance."

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Seeing good things, Harvey was inspired. He took out the manuscript, pen and ink he bought yesterday and prepared to start his own writing career. In fact, there are typewriters and machines with similar functions made by magic in this world. He even heard that some magicians can make a magic pen that can write automatically according to the owner's wishes, but he can't afford any of them with his current assets.

After the pen is filled with ink, it falls on the manuscript paper. Harvey takes a deep breath, and the nib of the pen flies to write a banquet of Avengers, a discussion of human nature, and a dialectic of hope and salvation.

"Count of Monte Cristo"

On the 29th of June 1913, the watchmen on the watchtower of the safe harbor sent out a signal to the people that the three masted sailboat, the petrel, had returned. It started from northwark and came here through hykes island. A pilot was immediately sent out, bypassing the south of the harbor and boarding the petrel.

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In this world, there is also the honorific name of God, but there is no such word as Christ. Harvey still intends to keep the original title of the book and take it as the pure pseudonym of the protagonist. He can create the count of Monte Cristo in this world, but the count of Monte Cristo does not belong to his works. His actual behavior is the same as the film adaptation.

Harvey has completed the outline of the novel the count of Monte Cristo, but the process of writing the novel is not as smooth as he imagined. When he was on earth, he tried to write ten thousand words a day. This kind of writing speed is absolutely appalling in this era, but now it takes him more than two hours to complete two thousand words, half of the content of a chapter.

With three sheets of manuscript paper, the font on the manuscript paper is not very decent. It just allows people to see the extent of what they are writing, and it is a little sloppy because of the marks of alteration.

"In this world, there are few words, no substitutes, and the style of novels is not perfect."

"A disaster movie"

Harvey put down his pen and rubbed his temple in pain. He had to admit that he underestimated the difficulty of handwritten novels. What bothered him most was that he had to undertake translation while writing novels. Different languages have different rules. Chinese idioms are not suitable for English, and English is not necessarily interlinked with the world's languages, He needs to think about how to explain the meaning of words and reshape the novel in the language of the world.

But who is Harvey Adrian? A skilful playboy, who didn't read many books, could not leave any trace when his ink splashed on the white paper, which absorbed his memory and had no effect on Harvey now.

He went downstairs to have breakfast, added a cup of coffee to refresh himself, bit his teeth and went back to the original position of the dresser to continue his creation.

The process of writing the novel the count of Monte Cristo is extremely difficult, and his impatience turns into mental torture. Harvey still has to suppress his impatience and persevere, racking his brains to ease it bit by bit.

In the afternoon, he took time to go to the Elroy library, but he didn't find any information about novel creation or vocabulary. He asked the librarian, but he still got nothing. In this world, it really depends on his knowledge to become a novelist. He had no choice but to resist the urge to vomit blood.