Lovecraft reached out his hand and shook Sean's hand.
His palms were soft and his fingers were slightly cold.
The eyes are deeply sunken, as if to hide those mysterious eyes.
His chin is wide and long, and his mouth is slightly pursed, giving people an unsmiling look.
"I have read your works." Kraft stared into Sean's eyes, with some seriousness in his eyes. "The writing is strong, the ideas are profound, but... very traditional. The author of Leon has always been like this."
Very traditional? Is that a compliment?
Sean said with a polite smile: "I have also read your works, especially "The Dunwick Terror" serialized in the last few issues of "New Terror" - to be honest, I admire your imagination very much. .”
For Sean, who uses the power of the divine feather to write, Lovecraft is the truly gifted author.
Not only that, Sean even suspected that the master of horror literature in front of him might have the identity of a explorer——
The "Old Gods" vaguely described several times in his works all fit inexplicably with those "Old Lords"...
It seems that in order not to be perceived by those beings, the name and description have been slightly modified.
If he was not a mystic, how could he vividly describe those strange things that only those who are deeply involved in the mysteries could have witnessed?
Could it be that, as he described in the article with great earnestness, he saw those things in his dream?
The author in front of me is as mysterious as his works.
After greetings, Mr. Craft and his friend sat back in their chairs.
Sean and Moonlight sat on the other side. Lingsi Feng asked with a mysterious smile: "Ginseng soup or herbal tea?"
Sean's throat moved: ...usually, isn't it coffee or tea?
"Water, I'm used to drinking water. Thank you." Thinking of the medicinal smell in the tea soup, Sean decided to make a safer choice.
Moonlight smiled and asked for a cup of herbal tea.
After Lingsi Feng made the tea, she returned to Sean and started chatting...
However, she did not forget Sean's purpose of coming here, and in front of the two authors, she talked about some matters related to the collection and publication of short stories.
Overall, Sean has accumulated a body of work without realizing it. If you want to publish a collection of short stories, you need to add two more stories.
After the collection and publication, the royalties will definitely exceed the sum of the royalties from these works. Not only that, but with the promotion of the magazine, Sean's reputation will also increase...
"After that..." Lovecraft kindly added, "you might consider serializing the story in The New Terror.
"After all, every author wants to write an epic story, right?"
Sean, who had not thought much about the length of the article, suddenly realized another possibility and couldn't help but smile gratefully.
Ling Si Feng also became a little excited, tapping his arm with the pencil and said: "Yes, yes!
"Mr. Dickinson, your previous short story actually has the prototype of a novel...
"Almost all of your short stories have the protagonist 'Mr. Wu You'.
"You can consider letting 'Mr. Wu You' experience a grander adventure..."
Chatting with Rincewind and Kraft gave Sean a lot of inspiration that he had never had before.
During the chat, Moonlight smiled and said: "...I think Sean can write the best-selling work of the "New Terror" editorial department in the future..."
This was the blessing and vision of a good friend, and there was nothing wrong with it to Rincewind and Kraft.
However, his friend Ben Freddy who came with Kraft suddenly leaned sideways and looked directly at the moonlight: "Sir, I don't agree with you.
"Obviously, Mr. Lovecraft is the best author of "The New Terror".
"Anything that can set a sales record must be Mr. Kraft's work."
Unexpectedly, her unintentional words actually stirred up the nerves of another gentleman. Moonlight smiled and said: "Maybe... at least, that's the case now."
Ignoring Kraft's hand to dissuade him, Freddy stood up with a stiff smile on his face, wiped his glasses and asked: "You mean, Mr. Dickinson will surpass Kraft one day?" gentlemen?"
Moonlight stood up unceremoniously: "I'm afraid, this is bound to happen."
Freddy put on his glasses and took a serious step closer: "Have you read Mr. Kraft's recent book "At the Mountains of Madness"?
"Do you think there is any other author in the world today who can create a story like that?"
Moonlight leisurely took a step closer: "Then have you read "The River of Redemption" written recently by Mr. Dickinson?
"I don't think there's anything out there that can top it..."
There was already a tense situation between Freddy and Moonlight.
Their respective friends seemed to have the same personality. Regardless of Sean and Love's awkward admonitions from behind, they just wanted to explain that their best friend was the best author in the room.
Logically speaking, Lingsi Feng, who should be trying to make peace, is now biting the end of his pencil and watching with interest...
Sean and Love didn't care about such titles, they just kept trying to dissuade the two people who were getting more and more angry.
Lingsi Feng suddenly clapped her hands, causing the four of them to look at her.
"Who is the best author of "New Terror" at present?" She said with an excited smile on her face, "I also want to know the answer.
"How about we decide the outcome today?"
The editor, whose brain circuit is different from that of ordinary people, his eyes flashed with excitement: "How about you two improvise a short story in the editorial department and let me judge it?"
Lingsi Feng waved his hand: "Of course, this doesn't mean who is the best...
Under the thick lenses, her eyes were smiling: "But this is fun, isn't it?"
"I think it's okay..." Moonlight narrowed her eyes and stared at Freddy, already helping Sean agree.
Freddy also refused to give in: "Love has a lot of novel stories in his mind, and he can write them now..."
Then, the three of them looked at Sean and Lovecraft, who looked confused.
I don't know if it was affected by the environment of the editorial department. After hearing what Lingsi Feng said, Sean, who was a little embarrassed due to the argument, felt a little eager to try at this moment:
"It just so happens that I still need two short stories to collect and publish them, and..." He narrowed his eyes slightly, remembering the scarlet pen in his inner pocket, "I haven't used this pen to create anything..."
"City of Two Suns" Shenyu has given the story a strong horror color...
What kind of story would you write if you added a "scarlet pen"?
Will the calm and calm master of horror in front of him also feel frightened after reading this?
An inexplicable curiosity and competitiveness were ignited in his heart.
Sean Dickinson was not even afraid of facing the Old Ones, let alone such a challenge.
Facing the senior, he was still smiling, but his smile was a little more probing and questioning.
As if to say: Mr. Craft, what do you think?
On the other side, Lovecraft, who was passionate about creation, did not express any objection.
He has been influenced by some mysterious things these days, and has been imagining a story about the bottom of the Atlantic Ocean...
He felt that this was a good time to write it down.
And just then... the tall Kraft glanced at his somewhat bloated handbag: I brought that thing...
"I have no objection." The elegant horror master tilted his head, with a serious expression on his face.
After the expression changed, the aura was also different.
The light illuminated his angular face from top to bottom, completely hiding his deep eyes in the shadows, like a solemn ancient stone sculpture.
