A few minutes later, Sister Livia walked out of the post office with a tired expression. Olvera hurriedly greeted her and asked eagerly: "How are you, Miss Livia? Did you successfully send it?"
"Well, it's been sent." Livia nodded, and then said hesitantly: "But, with the sender's address filled in like this, is there really no problem?"
According to Oveira's request, she filled in the sender address column as "13 Scherer Street, Rostings, Kingdom of Great Brita", which is actually the address of the Goblin Sleeping Hotel. If Oveira in the future
If La's work passes the review of the Northern Order Publishing House, or is rejected due to failure, then whether it is a letter of intent for publishing cooperation or a rejection letter, it will eventually be sent back to this address. As we all know, Scherer of Rosting City
There is no No. 13 on the high street, and letters from publishers may be returned as undeliverable.
"It doesn't matter!"
The princess said confidently: "Every time I visit a city in the future, I will send a letter to the publisher to inquire about the situation. If they decide to publish my novel, I will agree immediately!"
She seemed not to have considered the possibility of rejection.
"Well, okay then."
Seeing that she seemed to have her own ideas, Sister Livia stopped talking and looked back at the other guests: "Then, it's time to go to the garden market and the convenience market to buy what Miss Meridian and Miss Lorena need.
Let’s get some medicinal materials. We will pass by the Hundred Years War Memorial in the middle. You can stop and enjoy Marshal Napoleon’s speech!”
There was no lack of admiration for the marshal in her words - in fact, the Brittans who had a little knowledge of the modern history of the Western Continent generally behaved similarly when mentioning the deeds of Marshal Napoleon. If not
That great man came out of nowhere to turn the tide. Perhaps the Kingdom of Britannia would have perished long ago, and there would be no Second Kingdom of Britannia, let alone today's Great Kingdom of Britannia.
Among all types of schools in the country - whether they are state schools jointly run by religious orders, Sunday schools run by other churches such as the Spiritual Prayer Society, or public schools run by the government to implement compulsory education, only the period of the Hundred Years War is the most
Essential subjects, and will continue from their elementary school years to their college years, with the content gradually deepening and the topics becoming more ambitious.
I just don’t know what kind of expression Sister Livia will have on her face when she learns that the great hero in her heart is actually a member of the Witches’ Association. It must be very complicated, right?
When Medien thought of this, her smile was not only a little awkward: "Okay, okay, then I'll ask you to lead the way, Sister Livia!"
"Well, just leave it to me with confidence. Sister knows a lot of shortcuts!" Sister Livia, who had only been called "eldest sister", "miss" or "sister" in her life, heard such lovely words
The pink-haired little girl called her sister in a sweet voice. She couldn't help but feel elated. Without saying a word, she patted her chest to assure herself. Then she took Metien's hand and walked happily towards the Hundred Years' War Monument.
"Medine, was, snatched away." A certain little bat followed up quietly, poking at the nun's back countless times with resentful eyes.
"Haha, the relationship is so good."
Rorona looked at this scene with a smile, then looked back and was still imagining that her novel would be published, popular throughout the Great Brita Kingdom and even the entire Western Continent, and she would get her wish and become a well-known author, busy writing to readers all day long
Olvera, who signed and shook hands, laughed out loud as she thought about it, with a narrow smile flashing in her eyes. She pushed her wheelchair and quietly came to the side of the princess, then stood up and put her mouth
He leaned close to her ear and blew gently: "Hu~~~"
"Whoa!?" A numbing feeling went from the base of her ears to Tianling Gai. The princess's delicate body trembled. She screamed and quickly distanced herself from the culprit. Her vigilant eyes, slightly pursed lips and
The bulging cheeks looked like a little squirrel that had its acorns snatched away: "What are you doing, Lorena?"
"I didn't do anything." Luolena, who is also a princess, blinked innocently: "I just saw that you were in a daze, so I tried to wake you up."
She was indeed in a daze just now. When she thought of this, Oveira felt a little discouraged, but she did not admit defeat: "Just, even if this is the case, there is no need to use this method, it is simply, just like Alice!"
In her simple mind, "like Alice" is a great insult and the most vicious curse. She even regretted it after saying this: Although Rorona did do that weird thing
It's a strange thing, but she shouldn't have scolded her so harshly, right? Will she be very angry? Oh, it's all Alice's fault!
However, instead of being angry, Rorona happily accepted the compliment, her eyebrows curved: "I understand, I will try to be gentler next time, just like Alice."
She deliberately added an accent to the word "gentle", and Oveira couldn't help but feel depressed: How is Alice so gentle? Or maybe she didn't understand the culture of the mirror elves deeply enough. In the language of the mirror elves,
Are the words "gentle" and "vicious" used interchangeably?
"Okay, don't think so much, Olvera, everyone has left, it's time for us to leave too." Since there were no pedestrians around, Rorona lay down in a very lazy posture without any scruples.
On the wheelchair, he knocked on the steel handrail: "Also, can you help me push the wheelchair?"
"Why?" Oveira tilted her head: "Can't you push it yourself?"
"Oh, I'm a little tired and want to be lazy."
"This..." Even the reason was exactly the same as Alice's.
"If you come to help me push, I will give you a book."
"Exactly." The princess was noncommittal. She didn't have any books. All the knowledge in the world, both known and unknown to mankind, was in her big library.
"It's not an ordinary book, it's an alchemy tool."
"Eh?"
"Aren't you writing a novel? I can give you a book that will never run out of pages no matter how you write. No matter how many pages you write, just tear off the used pages and it will be ready the next day.
It will automatically replenish the same amount. How about it? Isn't it amazing?" Rorona paused and suddenly stretched out: "Oh, after resting for a while, I am not very tired anymore. What's going on...
…”
"I, I'm here to help you, don't move!"
Olvera rushed forward to hold Lorena's wheelchair, looking nervous, as if she was afraid that someone would snatch it from her.
The corners of Rorona's mouth tilted up slightly, and she said slowly: "Then let's catch up, don't let them leave us behind."
"kindness!"
Olvera carefully pushed the wheelchair forward, and at the same time asked Lorena about the magical book, such as "Can it really replenish new pages infinitely?" and "When can I get it?"
"Where is it?" or "Have you already made the finished product? Otherwise, how would you know its effect?" For other questions, Rorona patiently answered them, except for the last question, she just replied with a sly
The smile made Olvera confused and confused.
After pushing the wheelchair forward for a few minutes, she was about to catch up with them. At this moment, Sister Livia, who was walking in front, suddenly stopped. The next moment, she turned around without hesitation and raised her left hand.
Holding Metien and Leticia in his right hand, Metien ran back in a hurry with a Semi on his head.
Just when Olvera was wondering what had happened, Sister Livia, who had returned, had already shouted to the two of them: "Quick, run!"