When Evan was surprised, Yalta waved to the butler.

The butler bowed and nodded, closed the door and left.

"How is it? My study?" Yalta asked with a smile.

Evan came back to his senses and smiled, "This should be the most luxurious study I have ever seen."

"Sit!" Yalta said, putting down the book in his hand.

Evan sat down and asked curiously: "What are you looking at?"

"The history of the empire, and the rise of the empire is legendary now," said Yalta.

Evan smiled and shook his head: "I'm not very good at this, I'm not very interested in imperial history."

"The rise of the empire is naturally subject to bloody reforms. I heard that many conservative and ignorant nobles were blood-baptized. It was only after His Majesty the Holy Emperor mastered all the resources that he created the current prosperity." Yalta said briefly.

Evan said with a somewhat awkward expression: "In this way, my ancestors seem to be those conservative and ignorant nobles."

Yalta was stunned and hurriedly apologized and said, "Sorry! Sorry! I..."

"It's okay, I'm a consequentialist. From the moment, His Majesty the Holy Emperor did nothing wrong," Evan said.

After a simple greeting, Yalta got to the point: "Have you brought your manuscript here?"

Evan nodded and handed over the file bag in his hand: "The length is not too long, it is just the beginning of 20,000 words."

"Just...two thousand words?" Yalta was shocked when she heard this.

Yalta has read some novels, and the general number of words in the novels she knows is about 30,000, and even the long ones are only about 100,000.

The beginning of these 20,000 words surprised her.

With curiosity in my heart, I reached out to take out the thick manuscript. The first time I saw that the font was really ugly.

"Sorry, I don't write much, so my handwriting is a bit ugly."

Yalta smiled and shook her head: "It's okay, fonts can be trained. Judging from the strength of the pen, your wrist is very strong. As long as you practice a little, you will definitely write a good-looking font."

"Thank you for your advice."

Then the air calmed down and Yalta looked down at the novel seriously.

This novel by Evan is a typical counterattack fantasy novel, telling the story of an ordinary little boy who gets an adventure through hard work and finally counterattack and marrys a princess.

This novel is simple and crude, and it is all about upgrading, showing off, slapping the face, and doing business and fighting.

It's almost enough to write 500,000 words in this first book of Evan.

Of course, Evan did not focus on the scene of stepping on the nobles and punching the duke, but mainly faced the threat from the enemy country.

Because after all, various aristocratic classes really exist now, if they write too much and anger some powerful people, it would be a problem.

The first 20,000 words mainly describe the weakness of the protagonist's country, the poverty of the border, and the explanation of contradictions. Later, the protagonist gets an adventure by obtaining the soul of an ancient sage.

Twenty thousand words, the content of the ten chapters was just completed with a slap in the face, allowing the protagonist to be appreciated by rescue of the lord.

Yalta read very carefully, and read the contents of the ten chapters for about half an hour.

After finishing, Yalta took a deep breath and put down the draft.

Evan asked tentatively: "How?"

At this time, Evan was still very nervous. Although there was no problem with this routine, he was not sure whether people in this world would eat this trick.

Or whether the nobles eat or not.

This kind of routine of rising from the bottom is more suitable for civilians and students. He cannot tell whether the nobles like it or not.

Yalta's eyes were bright at this time, and she said seriously: "The content of these ten chapters is so real and wonderful! My God! I have never read such a stormy, refreshing, and inspirational novel. Mr. Evan, your grasp and motivation of readers' emotions is so amazing."

"Inspirational?" Evan was a little confused, but then she smiled shyly: "You have been too much. Before I came, I was still full of anxiety. I don't know if I could see you. Seeing your evaluation, I felt relieved."

Yalta looked at the draft and couldn't put it down and asked: "This novel can definitely become a best-selling novel. I think I have a good vision."

After saying that, Yalta asked, "What are you going to do next? Are you going to contribute to some publishing houses?"

Evan shook his head and said, "I don't have those ways, but I found a newspaper through the manager of my previous company, the New Post in Lauren City. I heard that there is a section for serial readings there, and I want to try it."

"New Post! The sales of this newspaper are not good, and sales are growing rapidly." Yalta nodded.

Evan felt relieved after listening to it: "You seem to know this new post very well?"

"We have had business dealings with them, after all, we have to rely on newspapers to advertise." Yalta said with a smile.

After listening, Evan realized it and felt relieved.

"It's good for you to choose a newspaper at the beginning. The price here is easier to negotiate. As long as you submit the manuscript regularly, there is no pressure or too much trouble."

"If you choose a publishing house, the pressure will be great, and because you have no fame, the price will be greatly suppressed. If you become famous, you may be forced to sign some overbearing terms. Now you have accumulated some fame in the newspaper, and then there is capital to talk to the publishing house."

Evan smiled and said, "I didn't think about this so much. I thought that since I had the chance, I'll try it."

Yalta smiled and said, "It's so good! I can actually meet a best-selling novelist."

"Don't say that, everything is still unknown now." Evan shook his head repeatedly.

Yalta stood up and said, "I'm a little tired when I sit here. Are you interested in walking with me?"

"This is of course my honor." Evan said, getting up.

Then the two walked out of the study.

The two walked side by side in the corridor, Yalta sighed: "Now I am the only one in this big house, and there is nothing else to do except read books every day."

"You're the only one?" Evan was stunned. The situation that Reagan said was a little unmatched.

Yalta nodded and said, "My parents don't live here. My brother rarely comes back when he is in charge of the company. I am now a widow and an outsider of the family and are not qualified to accept the family's business."

Evan's heart moved when he heard this. This was completely different from what Reagan said. His vigilance had gradually increased.

But he didn't say much about this issue and asked tentatively: "After talking so much, I don't know what interests you are."

"Are you interested?" Yalta reached out and touched his chin, and continued: "I prefer reading, I am more interested in astronomy and pharmacy. In addition, if I like it the most, I still like theosophy."

"Theosophy!?" Evan's face suddenly showed an unexpected expression, and he had already confirmed the identity of Yalta's mysterious man.

Yalta nodded with a smile, looked at Evan and asked, "Where are you?"

Evan shook his head: "I don't understand very much. Now the Empire has abandoned theology. I heard that those who are more serious may even go to jail."
Chapter completed!