Chapter 157 - 37: Return (4) (Second Update)_2

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Chapter 157 of "The Lich of Glory Knight Spirit: Moving towards Krimasha!" kicks off revealing secrets: Chapter 157: Chapter 37: Return (4) (Second Update)_2 Just as Gray tirelessly, learned new things every... Keep reading!

Chapter 157: Chapter 37: Return (4) (Second Update)_2 Just as Gray tirelessly, learned new things every day to handle the burdens that had now fallen upon his shoulders whether he accepted them or not, everyone in Lion King City was also busy. The whole city began to rejuvenate. The worst had passed, and each following day was better than the last. The whole city was filled with smiles. Except for our former "Knight’s Guide to Becoming Successful" author, now "Lich Knight" author, Mr. Morca. ... "What did you say? No one is buying it? That’s impossible!" "I know it’s hard to believe, but that’s the truth. I told you long ago, no one likes reading about liches. Even if that lich is a holy knight, it’s the same." Little Mustache editor shrugged helplessly, "If you don’t believe me, you can check the bookstore yourself." Morca turned and rushed out of the publishing house, thought for a moment, then went back to grab Pao Pao’s hand who was hurriedly running after him, and headed straight for the bookstore. Soon, he saw a thick stack of "Lich Knight." "Boss, is this book selling well?" "It’s not selling well." The bookstore owner said lazily sitting at the counter, "These are all prepared for return. You can look at other books." "Why isn’t it selling well!" "How should I know why it’s not selling well? I don’t read novels." "It’s impossible that it isn’t selling well!" "We brought in a hundred copies and sold only two. Isn’t that enough to show it’s not selling well?" Just then, a customer walked in and handed a copy of "Lich Knight" to the owner, "Boss, I want to exchange this book." "Is this book not good?" the bookstore owner asked. "Quite bad. The author clearly doesn’t know how to write. The lich in here is different from the lich in other books I’ve read. The church is different. The holy knight isn’t like a holy knight, and the holy spirit isn’t like a holy spirit. It’s totally awful! Couldn’t he have referenced how others write?" "But... different authors, different books, isn’t it normal for the settings to be different?" "Do you think I’m wrong?" "No, you’re right. The reader is always right. You can go pick another book." Saying this, the bookstore owner sighed and tossed the returned book onto the top of the stack, "Well, now we’ve only sold one copy, and ninety-nine returned. Hey, where did that person go?" ... At the bookstore door. The air was filled with laughter, but Morca sat alone on the sidewalk, covering his face. "What’s wrong?" Pao Pao half-squatted, cupping his chin, looking at Morca. Morca sighed dejectedly, "Didn’t you hear? The book is selling very poorly, they’ve even started returning them." "Is it because they have no taste?" "No, maybe I was too confident, only focusing on writing, without studying the readers’ tastes. It’s my fault." Pao Pao reached out and stroked Morca’s head, "It’s okay. Just write another one. After all, we have food now, so we can slowly write." "Maybe...it’s not as simple as writing another one." A pair of boots appeared in Morca’s sight. Looking up, he saw his editor, "Sign this." As he said this, Little Mustache editor handed over a sheet filled with writing. "What is it?" Pao Pao asked. "A house." Little Mustache editor responded, "Someone will come to collect the house early tomorrow morning. A bet’s a bet. After deducting all costs, you’ll still have leftover dozens of copper coins." Morca reached out to take the paper and pen from the editor and silently signed. "Good luck." Taking the transfer contract back, the editor left. Morca still sat idly by the roadside. Pao Pao whispered, "Are we going to rent a house next?" Morca shook his head, "We don’t have enough money to rent a house." "Then we’ll sleep on the street?" "Yes." "It’s okay. I’m already used to it. I know a place great for winter!" Pao Pao smiled. Morca helplessly rubbed his little head. ... At this moment, in another corner of Lion King City, a clergy member fallen on hard times because of Gray sat in his narrow room, eating bread, drinking milk, and looking at the only sold copy of "Lich Knight." "You still have the mood to read novels?" The other clergy member standing beside said while sipping water from a cup and looking out the window, "The Pope is coming soon, shouldn’t we prepare to welcome him?" "Prepare for what?" The clergy member replied casually, looking at the novel, "We have no money, we have nothing. Half of the people from the cathedral have changed their professions to farming. Even Pearce Cathedral isn’t ours anymore; now that damned holy knight lives there. And this novel is interesting, other novels praise holy knights, but this one actually writes a holy knight as a lich. Hahaha, it kinda makes sense. Just like he’s really a lich. If he really was a lich, we could easily get rid of him." "You’re dreaming. A holy knight acknowledged by the holy spirit can’t possibly be a lich." Saying this, his companion put down the cup and walked out. The room now had only the clergy member left. "Holy crap...god, no way? This, could it be..." The expression changed from amused to puzzled, finally revealing a trace of fear. His gaze started to flicker. "I have to, I have to show this to the Pope..." ... The small snowflakes fell in Lion King City in December, covering everything in a layer of white, picturesque. No matter what, everything was developing in a good direction. The sorrow and disappointment of a few did not affect the big picture. After all, everyone was still somewhat happy. Benedict II finally began to govern diligently, and people started to like him. The Dwarf Army was reorganized, becoming Gray’s Silver Moon Knight Order’s second squad, with the club becoming the second squad’s captain. He still wanted to learn to use "the Bible" for robbery techniques, but unfortunately, Lion King’s comprehensive decline in the church left no place for him to learn. Camilla became the captain of the Silver Moon Knight Order’s third squad, though she only had two subordinates, the holy knight’s two valets, Bob and Banette III’s foolish son—Carey Carlson. From a normal perspective, the third squad was undoubtedly the weakest of the Silver Moon Knight Order, after all, three people included a woman and two children, none of whom could fight. But from another perspective, they might also be the strongest because these three could mobilize the power of three countries. As for Jones, Dora, and Andrew, they were listed specially as Gray’s retainers. Gray continued to learn all kinds of knowledge across the continent, examine the history of various regions, understand the grievances between major families to accurately respond to emergencies. Vivian and Black Cat served as his tutors, the more gaps they discovered the more, their scalps began to tingle. Vivian even noticed that Gray knew nothing about relationships between men and women. "Should I tell him? She mumbled to herself, "Humans can’t have anything with liches, but succubi are another matter. While he’s still clueless, hehe, let me teach him..." Vivian’s cheeks blushed, giggling. Turning her face, she noticed Black Cat staring at her. "What are you thinking?" "Nothing, I’m not thinking anything!" Vivian’s eyes widened, a bit panicked. "I’ve already guessed, don’t try anything foolish. Or I’ll report you." "I haven’t done anything, what are you going to report!" "I’ll teach Gray that part he doesn’t understand." "You! Black Cat! You better remember this!" In any case, the days passed just like that, until late December, approaching the New Year, the Pope finally arrived in Lion King City with an embassy of cardinals from the Cardinal Court. The negotiations that could alter the entire continent’s situation began...

Chapter 157 - 37: Return (4) (Second Update)_2

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