Arcanum: Chaos Path

Chapter 359 Fors is slacking off
“Sounds like a good kid.” Bethel was somewhat tempted. Not everyone can become an angel. In fact, let alone angels, there are countless extraordinary individuals stuck at Sequence 5 these days who can never become demigods.

This is partly due to the scarcity of demigod potions, but it is also related to the limited number of people with the talent to become demigods. For example, the reason why Bingzhongjiang was favored by her mother was because she had the talent to become a demigod.

If this is true for demigods, then it goes without saying for angels. This is not a sequence that can be reached simply by having resources. The requirements to become an angel are extremely demanding. Without the talent, even if you complete the ritual and take the potion, you will most likely only end up losing control.

Even if it doesn't get out of control and succeeds by chance, there's still a chance of the ancient god's will reviving within the body, which could lead to tragedy. For example, Antigonus was like that; he contained uniqueness but didn't have the ability to suppress the will of the Celestials, and in the end, those who know, know.

It can be said that the power system in the mysterious world really emphasizes the matching of virtue and ability. Anyone whose virtue does not match their position will basically either lose control or die in the end.

Therefore, someone who can become an angel can truly be said to be very talented.

Especially since the other party was personally identified by Luo Lin as having good character, this at least proves that the other party is not the kind of ungrateful, heartless person. They may have some minor flaws, but they definitely don't have any major issues of right and wrong.

That was enough for Bethel. After all, having lived in the Fourth Age, he had seen far too many bizarre angels. Putting aside everything else, Bethel could tolerate even a scoundrel like Amon, and he could even work for a madman like the Blood Emperor while holding his nose. What was a student with a few minor problems? Just like Rowling said, he could just break him up.

Dorian, who had been listening in, finally couldn't help but ask, "Ancestor, and this gentleman, are you referring to my student?"

His tone was somewhat incredulous, after all, Dorian wasn't stupid, and he could understand what the two meant.

“Yes!” Rowling nodded with a smile, then looked at Bethel and said meaningfully, “Looks like Bethel, you’re tempted?”

“Ahem, I want to see her.” Bethel neither admitted nor denied it, but simply coughed lightly and said.

Although he trusted Rowling's words, Bethel still felt he should meet Ms. Fors before making a decision. If she was indeed a good person, then he should take her on as a student.

"Fors is currently in Backlund, and the address should be..." Dorian quickly interjected, genuinely happy for his student, as he saw this as a tremendous opportunity.

“I’ll go see her. You can contact the other Abrahams.” Bethel nodded, gave Dorian a few more instructions, then looked at Rolin and asked, “Shall we go over there?”

“Go ahead, go ahead. I’m also curious about how her new book is going. I hope it’s not the same progress as when Jack went to urge her to update last time,” Rowling said with a smile.

……

Fors was slacking off.

But she swore she didn't mean to slack off; it was just that the legends and stories of the sea were too captivating. As Fors read, she couldn't help but imagine new stories, which made her reading speed incredibly slow.

As for writing down the new story? Ha, how could that be possible! She's already had her fill of imagining it, why would she need to write it down!
"Actually, this isn't really slacking off, it's more like gathering inspiration, yes, that's right!" Fors made excuses for her slacking off, but then, feeling guilty, she couldn't help but glance around, afraid that Mr. Jack might suddenly appear and urge her to update on the spot. To be honest, Fors had a love-hate relationship with accepting Jack's commission to write a custom book. She loved it because he was paying a lot, much more than she usually earned writing books, but she hated it because Jack might actually come knocking on her door to urge her to update!
God knows how bewildered she was when she was first confronted with demands for updates!
But what could Fors do? After all, she couldn't beat the other party, and the other party was giving her way too much.

"Speaking of new books, besides the female lead, the Pirate Queen, we could actually give the male lead some female confidantes, like these pirate generals, who would be great. We could design a few female supporting characters based on them..."

Fors's gaze fell on several newspapers beside him reporting the pirates' military activities, and his thoughts couldn't help but wander, with one idea after another popping up.

She then looked at another custom-made book next to her, which only had a few lines of outline besides the title, and showed a troubled expression.

"Should Clara choose a poet or a nobleman as her lover? It feels like either would be perfect..."

After thinking for a while and still unable to decide on a lover, Fors shook her head and decided not to think about the issue for now, but to decide on the person naturally when she was writing the formal text later.

Just as Fors's brain was working for a while and she was about to continue slacking off, she suddenly heard a slightly teasing voice.

"Are you slacking off, Ms. Fors?"

The sound startled Fors, and almost instinctively he grabbed the pen beside him with one hand while pulling out the notebook buried under a pile of documents with the other, ready to rush to finish his draft.

It's no wonder she reacted this way, because she recognized the voice as belonging to Jack's teacher, His Highness Lucifer, the angel who saved Silver City.

"Why are you so nervous?" Rowling raised an eyebrow at Fors's sudden reaction and said without a trace of pity, "You haven't written a single word during this time, have you?"

"Uh, this, ha..." Fors was sweating profusely. She mustered her courage and looked to the side. Sure enough, she saw a familiar figure, but there was a stranger she didn't recognize next to him.

Who is this?
Fors was somewhat puzzled, but she didn't have time to think about who this big shot was. She could only smile awkwardly at Rowling and say, "Not a single word was left unwritten..."

"So how many words did you write?" Rowling asked, smiling at her.

“Uh…” Fors, under his gaze, grew increasingly subdued and her voice grew softer and softer until she said in a voice as faint as a mosquito’s buzz, “Three hundred words.”

“If I remember correctly, it’s been three days since Jack last came to urge you to finish your manuscript, and there’s still a week until your next deadline.” Rowling was still smiling at Fors, seemingly not angry, but slowly said, “Are you planning to frantically write 30,000 words on the last day?”

"I'm sorry, I was wrong. I shouldn't have slacked off. I'll go finish the manuscript right away!" Fors immediately slid to her knees and said. She was genuinely afraid of the other party. Although she knew rationally that the other party was definitely not the kind of angel who would kill innocent people indiscriminately, Fors was instinctively afraid of this kind of big shot.

(End of this chapter)