Giving Miss Salted Fish Some Motivation
Fors' serialized novel hasn't been updated for some time.
In her story, the Blood Bishop has already formed his own pirate crew in the Sonia Sea and led an attack on Bayam. They plundered a large amount of the Governor's Mansion, only to encounter the Loen Navy, who had been lying in ambush for them...
Then, the plot stopped at this crucial point, with no updates for several months, which broke the hearts of many readers, who waited and cursed every day.
Luther wants Fors to update.
The Ship Spirit Antiya's anchor is still not stable enough, and she can never exert her full strength. She has not fully recovered from her last battle with Greed Ivanova and needs Fors's novel to further spread her image.
Oh, right.
Then he suddenly thought of something.
I just obtained a Black Throne from Solomon's tomb... That's the Black Emperor's Black Throne, connected to mystical matters. I wonder if placing it on the ship might have any effect... However, it might contain remnants of Solomon's spirit; it'd be best to soak it in the sea to remove any impurities first...
Luther was thinking about this, his eyes unfocused, and he Consciousness looked at Fors.
"Um... I..."
Faced with [Temperance] Luther's indifferent gaze, [Magician] Fors straightened up abruptly, as if being stared at by a venomous snake, his mind tense.
To be honest, in the first few months of the serialization, Miss Salted Fish was quite diligent. At that time, Fors had plenty of inspiration and interest, and writing every day was very easy. But as time went on, her bad habit of procrastination became apparent, and coupled with a lack of inspiration, the update speed dropped significantly.
Most importantly, [Temperance] never urged her to update again, and she thought he had long since stopped caring... Who knew he would suddenly attack her today!
"Yes, that's how it is..."
Fors's mind raced, searching for a suitable excuse. "I've hit a roadblock in my story writing, and I'm struggling with how to connect it logically with the later plot... I think about this every day, and I just can't seem to update..."
Hearing this, Judgement, who was standing nearby, frowned and glared at her.
Thinking about the plot every day?
All I see you doing is smoking, reading novels and newspapers, daydreaming, and sleeping in late...
Don't tell him, whatever you do, don't tell him!
[The Magician] Fors desperately tried to wink at [The Judgement] through the Gray Fog. However, the Gray Fog obscured most of the details, and it was impossible to know how much the other party could understand from her body language.
"Whatever the reason, there's just no update."
Luther said calmly, "Since you've been thinking about it for the past two months, you must be ready to update. You should be able to release an episode in the next few days, right?"
"Yes, definitely." Fors dared not admit she hadn't prepared anything, so she could only brace herself and feign a relaxed demeanor, "I still have some spare time..."
Fortunately, I had some drafts saved up. Although I might stay up late, I can still manage to write one chapter every two or three days.
She thought with a hint of relief.
But just then, from the bottom of the long table, the gloomy [world] slowly and suddenly spoke.
"Since you write it so easily, why don't you do me a favor?"
His voice was slightly hoarse as he looked at Fors and said, "Write something for me too, and publish it in the newspaper."
After advancing to Sequence 4, "Bizarro Sorcerer," Klein is still exploring related Acting Method, but he has a general direction: to leave a strange impression and create some terrifying legends. These legends, perhaps, would have a better effect if disseminated through newspapers.
Fors.
"Mr. [World], you... you want me to write this for you too?"
She asked in a dry voice.
"That's right. You just said you have plenty of free time, so writing something for me shouldn't be too difficult, right?"
Klein countered, "I..."
Fors was completely baffled.
The World and Temperance, the two most dangerous figures at the Tarot Club, were both watching her. How could she dare to refuse? Besides, she had just forced herself to pretend to be relaxed!
If I were to refuse here, they'd probably come to my door demanding the manuscript... They've been to my house before, they know my address...
"I understand, Mr. [World], please tell me your request..."
She spoke in a trembling voice, her tone tinged with a sense of tragic grandeur.
After that, the people at the Tarot Club exchanged ideas for a while:
[Justice] Audrey shares the latest news from the noble circles of Backlund, and how the war has had some impact on them;
[The Hanged Man] recounts recent events in the Sonia Sea, including the probing southward voyage of the Feysac fleet and the offensive and defensive maneuvers of both sides;
[Sun] says that City of Silver has formed a new exploration team, established a camp in Afternoon Town, and is slowly clearing a safe passage to the "Giant King’s Court";
[Moon] Emlyn apologized to [The Magician], saying that the Ancient Castle he provided was indeed problematic, and returned the information fee, stating that he would take responsibility for it. [Temperance] Luther also asked him for the Ancient Castle's address, planning to go and take a look later.
[The Hermit] Cattleya remained quiet throughout the party, worried about the "Queen Mystic" and wondering why she hadn't sent Roselle's Diary... Knock knock
After all the members had nothing worth sharing, [The Fool] Klein tapped the Bronze Long Table with his fingers.
Let's call it a day.
He spoke to the crowd with a smile.
Phew, it's finally over...
He breathed a sigh of relief. At today's gathering, [Temperance] Luther had been watching his words and actions closely, making him feel pressured and embarrassed. He was also hesitant to perform and was on edge the whole time.
Your will is our standard.
Everyone rose from their Bronze High-Backed Chair and bowed to him in greeting.
With a wave of his hand, Klein instantly enveloped everyone in a crimson light and vanished without a trace, including [Temperance] Luther.
Today has been torturous enough; I don't want to see Luther's face again for now... Let's save the Transmigrators' Gathering for next time...
He thought wearily.
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Sonia Sea, somewhere on an island.
"Hmm, no meetings today?"
In the Captain's Cabin, after receiving the meeting memories belonging to his own Virtual Personality, Luther murmured with slight surprise.
It seems I went a bit too far this time, giving Klein a psychological scar. Next time, I shouldn't mess with him; I should maintain respect for the Fool and keep in sync with him...
After sorting through his memories, he removed the lock from the room and walked to the window.
Anderson--
Luther called out loudly to his first mate.
"Boom!"
A fireball, gleaming brightly, flew swiftly from afar, passed through the window, and transformed into human form by the time it landed in the Captain's Cabin.
"Captain, what is it?"
Anderson asked with a grin, "Let's arrange the work for the near future."
Luther said to him.
The Blood God's missionary reach needs to be further expanded.