I write novels in Liyue

"The young lady asked if you wanted to go home with her for dinner?"

Oz said.

"Eat? Sure, sure! Your mom's stewed meat and cold meat dishes are delicious. Let's go!"

Mona immediately perked up.

I just recently bought a replacement part of a celestial measurement instrument, and I'm broke.

The book "Angel's Heartbeat" was a gift from a customer he helped queue up for.

As for the money spent on queuing, it was also put into the deposit for another astronomical instrument.

As for the payment for her published article, it won't arrive for another two days...

She'll have to go hungry for the next couple of days.

Fortunately, Fischl came to the rescue.

"In that case, come with me, Your Majesty."

Fischl turned and left, Mona closed the door and followed closely behind.

On the way, Fischl mentioned to Oz that the celebratory line she had just spoken was quite good, and suggested that Oz use it as a greeting the next time he saw the Travelers.

They went to Fischl's house and heard Fischl's father's voice as soon as they entered.

"Little Amy, you're back just in time. It's time to eat. I made your favorite toast and stew today. Oh, Mona's here too. Come in and sit down, honey. Make a couple more dishes."

Time passed slowly.

After having dinner at Fischer's house and chatting for a while, Mona went home.

After taking a shower, Fischl returned to her bedroom.

Under the warm glow of lights.

Fischl sat down at his desk, looked at the book "Angel's Heartbeat" in his hands, and fell silent.

She loved reading novels, and the name Oz was taken from one of them.

She had naturally heard of Fang Qiu's name.

However, she wasn't interested in romance novels, so she never read Fang Qiu's books.

But since it was a gift from Mona, she naturally had to look through it.

Let's see what its strengths are.

So she turned the pages of the book.

"Oh? The afterlife? Battle? This does pique my interest a little."

Fischl's eyes lit up slightly.

And so, the story begins.

On the other side...

After having dinner with his fathers, Bennett said goodbye to them and took the books he had been given to him back to his room.

Then he sat down at the table.

"Hmm... 'Angel's Heartbeat,' author, Fang Qiu? What a strange name."

Bennett scratched his head, then opened the book and began to read.

……

A gift from angels.

Like Cat's Tail Tavern, Angel's Gift Tavern is also full.

Among the drinkers, the young bard in green stood out the most.

He sat on the table, a glass of wine in his hand, his face flushed and his eyes glazed over.

With him mediating, the atmosphere among the group of red-eyed, drunken patrons wasn't too bad.

"Look, aren't the names 'Angel's Heartbeat' and 'Angel's Gift' very similar?"

Wendy took a sip of her drink and said, "Let me tell you, this is actually an advertisement I had Miss Fang Qiu give for 'Angel's Gift.' You see, isn't the appearance of Tachibana Kanade a gift from the angel Tachibana Kanade to Otonashi Yuzuru?"

"After his sister's death, Otonashi Yuzuru lived to treat patients like his sister, but in reality, he did not find a real spiritual anchor. Therefore, he was at peace with death until Tachibana Kanade appeared, and Otonashi Yuzuru's life was given light again. This was the gift of the angel, the gift that gave Otonashi Yuzuru the meaning of living."

"Just like Tachibana Kanade, Otonashi Yuzuru gave his heart to Tachibana Kanade before he died. For her, her life was a gift from Otonashi Yuzuru, this angel, to Tachibana Kanade."

Wendy said, "The reason I didn't write 'The Gift of Angels' openly is because it's not good to advertise openly; it's too blatant. So, when will your Grandpa Lu settle the advertising fee? Fang Qiu and I will split it 30/70."

"How come Fang Qiu is only 70% complete?"

Someone asked.

"Seventy percent is mine, and Fang Qiu will take thirty percent."

Wendy, her tongue slurred, said, "Alright, I'll talk to Grandpa Lu about the advertising fees in person sometime. Now, let's continue our analysis of 'Angel's Heartbeat'."

After saying that, he picked up his wine glass again and took a big gulp of wine.

……

……

P.S.: Fischl's dialogue wasted at least an hour of my time organizing my vocabulary.

I'm also buying a copy of Orange Books from you. It's called *The Nun Isn't So Cold*.

[Orange, 1V1, Pure Love]

“In the past, I had some comrades who had gone through thick and thin with me. On the eve of facing our greatest enemy, we would gather together and entrust each other with our wishes. The survivors would fulfill the wishes of the dead.”

"and after?"

"Later they all died, and I was the only one who survived."

"...Let's talk about their wishes."

"To raise my daughter into an outstanding lady, to live a quiet and unassuming life as a good neighbor, and to spread the radiance of a goddess to every inch of land she has ever traversed..."

As the nun counted the wishes of her deceased companions one by one on her fingers, Eileen, the one asking the question, suddenly felt a pang of sadness and couldn't help but ask.

"And what about you, Sister?"

"Me?" Staring blankly at Eileen, the nun suddenly blushed, her beautiful face turning red. She became shy and bashful, as if she wanted to say something she found difficult to say, which was quite adorable.

"I want to have a relationship, a simple, ordinary relationship."

Volume 1: Chapter 462 (461) Ying Wants to Cook and Poison Me (3000 words)

At this moment, Inazuma.

Hanamisaka was brightly lit.

Crowded.

"It's a good thing that kid Thomas ran fast, otherwise I would have taught him a lesson."

"Damn it, how could he deceive my young and innocent heart? Does he know how much damage a single lie can cause to a 27-year-old boy who loves ghost stories?"

"Uh, bro, you're twenty-seven and still calling yourself a kid? Isn't that a bit much?"

"A man is a boy until he dies; at least the Mora in my pocket is as clean as it was when I was a boy."

"Trying to play dirty tricks on me, huh? That kid Thomas has no sportsmanship, trying to deceive me and launch a sneak attack."

"In Liyue's words, since that brat Thomas is so heartless, then don't blame us for being unjust. Although we can't beat him, I can strongly condemn him. Tomorrow I'll have someone make a banner and hang it in front of my confectionery shop: 'Thoma, you old scoundrel, you have no conscience. I will live and die with you, Xiaozun.'"

"Why Kanade? Shouldn't it be Otonashi? Instead, Kanade is dead..."

"Thoma, I had changed my opinion of him because he built the haunted house."

The group, having failed to condemn Thomas, walked down the street cursing and swearing, discussing how to condemn him in a way that wouldn't go too far but would still make Thomas feel the pain.

Think about it.

The only option is to raise prices.

Prices were drastically increased.

Some people also suggested blocking the keyhole of the Ma family's door lock.

However, since Thomas either lived in the Kamisama Shrine or the wooden tea room, blocking the keyhole was quite difficult.

We have no choice but to give up.

Teahouse, second floor.

"Oh my, this is really interesting."

Looking at the excited crowd of ghost story enthusiasts downstairs, Yae no Miko smiled, stood up, and said, "Alright, kids, the appreciation party is over. I have other things to do, so I'll be leaving now."

"Is the thank-you party over? Shouldn't you treat us to a delicious dinner as well?"

Paimon's eyes widened, his brows furrowed, and he protested sternly, "Who thanks someone by only treating them to an afternoon of tea? And the only snacks served were two plates of tricolor dumplings, which were even given to them by the shopkeeper. Divine Child, you're too stingy!"

"Oh dear, you've misunderstood me. It's not that I'm stingy, it's just that I'm also short of money."

Yae Shenzi said.

"Yaedo's profitability is so impressive, how could you possibly be short of money?"

Paimon exposed the truth.

“I recently plan to order a large batch of small movie playback devices from Fontainebleau, so that I can watch movies at home.”

Yae Shenzi said.

"Watching movies at home? There's actually something this convenient?"

Paimon's eyes widened.

"Yeah, doesn't it sound incredibly convenient?"

Yae no Miko sighed and said helplessly, "It's all because of Ying. She doesn't want to go out, but without Fang Qiu's shadow to watch, she cried and made a fuss, even rolling on the ground, threatening me that if I don't buy it for her, she'll cook something to poison me! Waaaaah, it's so scary."

"To poison you with my cooking?"