Taking the Stage

Riverside District, Wind Whisperer Hotel.

"A penthouse suite, three days." Lorry used a non-standard Loen accent and handed two fake Identity Documents with ferry tickets to Attendant at the front desk.

These things were bought by them yesterday, that is, Tuesday, when they bought ferry tickets in the nearest coastal city.

In fact, according to Fors's idea, I didn't want to go to such trouble and just pretend to be a foreigner. Anyway, their exaggerated costumes are eye-catching enough.

But Lorry believes that acting requires a complete performance. When Port disembarks in public in a crowded and bustling place, there is no doubt that he can confirm his identity better.

The pretty girl Attendant took the document, her eyes moved across the hand with three rings, and her eyes lit up imperceptibly.

She straightened her back secretly, pursed her lips slightly and smiled, "Okay, please wait a moment."

"Taylor----Trier person----banker, Factory owner----Mary----coffee shop owner----"Female Attendant lowered her head to check Identity Documents.

After returning the property to its original owner, she enthusiastically explained, "Sir, welcome to Wind City.

"If you haven't invited Tour Guide, I especially recommend you to visit Municipal Square. It is the busiest and most prosperous place in Constant City."

With that said, she handed over the room key with both hands. "Your room is in 1001, it is the suite with the best view."

Lorry took out his bulging wallet, took out three 5-pound notes, raised his gaze and looked directly into the eyes of female Attendant and said, "Thank you for taking care of me.

"Ma'am, has anyone ever complimented your eyes?

"In my opinion, it is simply more beautiful than the stars, as pure as the morning dew, enough to make people forget to praise Sun."

He put the banknotes on the counter and pushed it gently, nodded and said, "The extra part belongs to you. This is the price of appreciating the beauty."

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After that, he mentioned Suitcase, and in the stunned eyes of the other guests in the hall, he took Fors's arm and walked towards the stairs.

Not long after, the two figures disappeared around the corner of the stairs.

Several Loen gentlemen looked at each other in confusion. "Goddess is above, I can guarantee that he must be from Intis."

"Are their mouths so powerful? It's stars, dew, and Sun. I couldn't think of it even if I thought about it for a year."

"Ahem, that's not important. Speaking is one thing - but didn't you notice that he didn't avoid his female companion at all just now?

"Only Intis people can do this kind of thing."

After the words fell, the gentlemen let out tacit hehe sounds.

At the same time, there were only two people in the spiral staircase.

"Although I have never been to Intis, I feel that you are a real Intis person." Fors let go of Lorry's arm.

"No, you are more serious than the real thing. They can't say such literate words. As expected of Great Writer----I am obviously standing next to you, but that female Attendant can only see you. I can guarantee that if you had just said that you did not invite Tour Guide, she would definitely recommend you." She added angrily.

Lorry pouted. "That's because the light of gold and gems dazzled her eyes.

"Also, the stars in the sky are actually made of stones. When the temperature rises, the dew will evaporate. As for praising too much, I don't believe in it at first"Eternal Blazing Sun".

He skillfully drew Church of the God of Steam and Machinery and Triangular Sacred Emblem on his chest. "Steam, thank you for your blessing on Believer."

Fors pursed his lips and smiled happily, and was about to outline Triangular Sacred Emblem, but suddenly he remembered the shadow of Gray Fog at the top of Bronze Long Table.

"Praise Mr. Fool." She took her hand back and said in her heart.

On the top floor, there is a suite with large floor-to-ceiling windows and excellent views.

"The buildings here are actually higher than Backlund." Fors collapsed on Sofa, "Why do we have to live on the top floor?"

"How can a person who has money to travel for a cross-country honeymoon stay in a cheap low-rise building?" Lorry walked to the little Kitchen in the suite and made her a cup of coffee.

"I understand the truth." Fors murmured, "But this is the tenth floor."

Desperately, she climbed up from Sofa, walked to the long table in front of the floor-to-ceiling window with a steaming cup of coffee, and sat on Tall Stool.

Looking through the window:

Factory District The densely packed chimneys and blast furnaces look like a super-large man-made forest, which looks quite shocking.

In the opposite direction, there is a large area of farmland, but now most of the crops have been harvested, and only endless wilderness can be seen.

The mountains on the east side were basically deserted at this time and looked bare.

Fors closed his eyes and imagined a scene of flowers all over the mountains and fields with sweet fragrance, and felt that this element was very suitable to be included in his novel.

"It's not bad, the floor-to-ceiling windows are barely worth the price of four and a half pounds."

Fors took a sip of coffee and turned around and asked, "What are your plans for this afternoon?"

"There are no arrangements, just stay in the room." Lorry said with a smile, "Don't forget, we are Intis newlyweds traveling across the ocean on Passenger Ship. Of course, the first thing we do when we get off the ship is to have a good rest.

"This is in line with our identity."

When he heard that he didn't have to go downstairs, Fors's eyes lit up. "Really? Then I'll be writing here in the afternoon."

"I feel that after broadening my horizons, my overall mood has improved, and my creative efficiency must be high." She chirped with excitement.

As she said that, she looked back again and said with some embarrassment, "By the way, I have conceived the beginning of a new book. It is different from the type I have created before. Can you help me take a look?"

"Of course." Lorry nodded, holding Black Tea towards the long table.

Twenty minutes later, Fors finished telling the story of Captain Pirate and the female prisoner, and pursed his lips dryly.

She looked at Lorry with bright eyes and an expectant expression on her face. "What do you think?"

I don't think it's possible----Also, if you are thirsty, can't you get up and pour yourself a glass of water?----Lorry stood up numbly in his heart and brought a hot water bottle from Kitchen.

Amidst the sound of pouring water, he organized his words and said, "The development of the plot is very exciting.

"But madam, it seems that you have never been to the real sea, right? I think many details are not perfect and may affect the reading experience."

"How can I have that time and money----" Fors muttered angrily.

Lorry handed her the coffee, picked it up Black Tea and took a sip. "Literature comes from reality.

"I suggest you choose creative themes from relatively familiar fields."

"A familiar field?" Fors frowned and murmured while holding a coffee cup, "Creating a novel in which the protagonist is a surgeon?"

"Don't stick to the surface." Lorry smiled and shook his head, "Why don't you consider adapting Mountain Estate's experience into a novel?"

"For example, we could give it a name----"

"----"The Decameron"."