I write novels in Liyue

As Sister Ying'er taught her while she fiddled with the flower's stamen, Fang Qiu's pretty face flushed red, feeling as if something was amiss.

However, the process of making flower soup seems to be just like that...

"Don't just watch, come and pick at it together."

Sister Ying handed her a flower for making flower soup and said.

"Ah."

Fang Qiu's pretty face flushed red. She picked up the flower and inserted her fingers inside, immediately feeling a soft and smooth sensation.

"Speaking of which, today is book release day. I'll stop by to buy your book when I go out to buy groceries later."

Just as Fang Qiu was feeling something was off, Sister Ying'er smiled gently, changed the subject, and said...

"Is it already the book release date?"

Fang Qiu was slightly taken aback, but also felt somewhat relieved.

Thankfully, I chose to rest today; otherwise, it wouldn't have been good if I'd been caught by an acquaintance on my way back from the studio...

Puella Magi Madoka Magica... I really look forward to seeing the expressions on readers' faces when Mami Tomoe's head is severed.

It's about time.

It should be going on sale soon, right?

……

A long queue was forming in front of Wanwenji Hall, and a huge signboard was located at the bottom of the stairs.

It's a promotional illustration for "Puella Magi Madoka Magica".

New work by Fang Qiu.

The girls' stories are about hope and miracles.

"Puella Magi Madoka Magica? This title is quite clear and easy to understand. Magical girl should be the foreign version of witch girl, and Madoka should be the name of the main character, right?"

"Probably, just like that book called 'Zhang San, the Sword Immortal in Green Robes,' where Zhang San is the protagonist. However, I don't really believe in stories of hope and miracles. That old scoundrel Fang Qiu wouldn't be so kind."

"Let's not make baseless accusations. Although Ms. Fang Qiu likes to write angst, she has also written many beautiful stories, such as 'Your Name,' 'The Moon is Beautiful,' 'Weathering With You,' and..."

"What else?"

"Uh...it seems like that's all..."

"This old scoundrel has written so many books, and you can only cite three as examples. Doesn't that prove anything?"

"I have something to say, please listen carefully."

"No, why are you starting to leave your will..."

"Shut up, you shameless old thief, you bearded scoundrel! This morning, I had to wait in line for over a hundred people just to be with you, and you still dare to interrupt!"

"Interrupting? What interruption? Were you interrupted? I'm currently writing a story on this topic; could you elaborate on your experience?"

Hearing the two men talking about this, a woman wearing glasses and holding a pen and paper approached, her face flushed with excitement, her gaze sending chills down the spines of the two men…

what's the situation?

What does it feel like to interrupt someone?

Why is she so agitated?

Besides, what's so great about writing this into a book?

They didn't understand, so they kept silent.

Novel enthusiasts lined up and discussed the story animatedly.

Some people analyzed Fang Qiu's new book, while others analyzed other authors' new books. Some even discussed their own experience of going fishing empty-handed, only to buy a fish to show off and be recognized by their neighbors.

The area downstairs at Wanwenjishe was bustling with activity.

In the teahouse opposite Wanwen Collection House, two members of a treasure-hunting gang, one fat and one thin, were sitting by the window drinking the cheapest tea.

Five mora per pot.

Feeling comfortable.

"Really good"

"It's really nice to drink tea and watch people line up."

The skinny man took a sip of tea, looking quite content, and said, "Thanks to my wise decision, we only need to go to the tavern to collect our books later, instead of having to wait in line."

"But... Boss, because of this, we spent half of the money we earned last month at that tavern..."

"What's there to be afraid of? Bao'er has some work in a couple of days. As long as we get that work, we'll have plenty of money."

"But will Sister Bao'er entrust this to us? Recently, the Treasure Thieves have been saying that we're colleagues with them, and that the Treasure Thieves are really unlucky."

"They don't know anything. If they can be with us... or my colleagues, they won't even need to look for graves anymore."

"Why? Did you poach him, boss?"

"What the hell did I dig up? What kind of class are those stinking bastards? They can only be in the same organization as me because their ancestral graves are emitting auspicious smoke. When they go to the graves, the one emitting auspicious smoke is their ancestral grave, so there's no need to look for it. Understand? You can have me as your big brother, and you can too. You don't need to look for it when you go to the graves."

Chapter 629 This is the sweet ending after a long period of angst.

As the bell rang, Wanwen Bookstore began selling books.

The crowd slowly began to move.

The whole street was bustling with activity.

Hu Tao arrived on time, pulling her little cart and lining up in the queue. However, this time, not only Hu Tao was there, but Paimon and Ying were also there.

They lined up together, chatting and laughing.

"Dreams, hope, and miracles—I'm really looking forward to Fang Qiu's new book; I can't wait!"

Paimon rubbed his hands together, his little face full of excitement, and said, "Last time I read Fang Qiu's original manuscript, it ended right after I got to the part where Madoka and Sayaka wanted to become magical girls and fight alongside Mami Tomoe. I was really looking forward to the rest of the story. I guess Fang Qiu writes a really sweet story every now and then, like 'Your Name,' 'Tsuki ga Kirei,' and 'Weathering With You.' So, I guess this story will be the sweet ending after a long period of angst."

“That’s right, that’s right, Paimon, you have a good eye.”

Hu Tao said with a smile.

"Of course, my name is already widely known in Sumeru, Lord Paimon of Darkness."

Paimon looked smug.

"Isn't that because you have bad luck with summoning in Seven Saints Summoning?"

Ying said, "Often when you roll a die, you don't get a single wild die, and all the dice are other attributes."

"Is that so? Damn it, I thought they were praising me, even though my title is pretty cool!"

Paimon was taken aback, then puffed out his cheeks, stomped his foot, and said.

"Speaking of which, I haven't seen you all recently. Have you been in Sumeru lately?"

Hu Tao squinted and asked, "I have a favor I'd like you to do me."

"I and the travelers refuse!"

Paimon immediately said.

"I haven't said anything yet."

Hu Tao's eyes widened.

"It's nothing more than asking us to help you distribute flyers for the Xumi Rebirth Hall or something like that."

Paimon said proudly, "The dark-skinned Lord Paimon has already seen through everything. Traveler, why are you looking at me? Although you're saying my face is dark, it's still very handsome!"

"Oh no, how can you look at me like that?"

Hu Tao waved her hand and said, "Wang Sheng Tang doesn't have any plans to expand its business into Xu Mi for the time being."

"What's that?"

Paimon asked.

"I heard from Fang Qiu a couple of days ago that the editor-in-chief of Daoqi's company has discussed with Liyue Publishing House about entering the world of Sumeru novels. It is said that they will also collaborate on a novel about the Seven Sages Summoning."

Hu Tao analyzed.

"Is that so?"

Paimon's eyes widened.

“Yes, Fang Qiu will definitely bring his book to Sumeru as well, so…”

Hu Tao smiled and said.

"You want us to help with advertising?"

Ying asked.

"Yes, yes, the traveler is the smartest."

Hu Tao clapped her hands.

"I see. However, we have already been promoting Fang Qiu. His name has been known throughout the Grand Bazaar of Sumeru City for a long time."

Paimon said.

"What are they like? Tell me about them."

"Hu Tao asked with great interest."

"This author has knives flowing in his veins, not a drop of blood."

Paimon imitated the people at the Grand Bazaar in a serious manner.

Upon hearing this, Hu Tao couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"This perfectly matches the evaluation of Fang Qiu by people who are just starting to read her books. Yesterday, Lao Meng was still saying whether Fang Qiu's heart is made of a knife."

"Hu Tao said."

"Speaking of which, Hu Tao, you're really good to Fang Qiu."

Paimon said.

"After all, he's my best friend."