Black Iron’s Glory

Chapter 42 Bookstores

There's only one bookstore in town, Burke's. Since the buyers of books are mostly intellectuals and superiors from White Deer Town, the bookstore is small in size and has only two storefronts, but it is quite elegant and quiet.

“Uncle Burke, I heard you got another bunch of new books. Where did you put them?” Bok Al walked in and shouted that his family was an old bookstore customer and naturally he didn't care about keeping the bookstore quiet.

“Over there, there are fifteen new books. Be careful when you see them. I've only gotten two or three copies of each. It's broken, but it's compensable.” Shopkeeper Burke pushed his single-frame glasses and continued to account for him at the counter.

Fifteen new books, eight of which are biographies of characters, Claude has always called these biographies bragging novels or chicken soup novels, that is, a famous nobleman or congressman, and a successful person find someone to write a book about how he has succeeded, nothing more than how much life he has been through, how much emotional suffering he has endured, finally on the road to success, etc...

Whoever believes who is stupid, for Claude, has drunk enough chicken soup in his previous life. These biographical novels in this world are an insult to the name of chicken soup, because most of the routines are the same, which is to change the name, time and place. In fact, the ultimate purpose of publishing these celebrity biographies is to circle money and to ignore it.

Five more are knight novels. In the dark past, a valiant knight, in order to save a beautiful princess or aristocratic lady from falling into the hands of an evil sorcerer, after a hard struggle of life and death, finally hugs the beauty home. By the way, he helped the evil sorcerer sweep their treasure trove, enriched their own backpack, and earned a fortune...

Claude thinks it seems more convincing to replace the evil sorcerer with a giant dragon. It's just that the world's giant dragons don't like to catch beautiful women in their dragon caves and listen to their screams. Most of their roles are due to being coerced by the evil sorcerer to become their fighters or mounts. Finally, they either help the protagonist fight water or get killed by the protagonist, or they can change the person riding on them...

Five knight's novels, similar in size, were once Claude's favorite when he first crossed over and looked hot and bloody. But now he's made it clear that the so-called Knight novels are all made up of nonsense by the authors, regardless of history. It is understandable that writers write such knightly novels only to feed their families and to be consistent with the Kingdom's political attitude.

The two remaining books, one on Continental Tourism, the diplomat of a kingdom as peace minister of the Kingdom of Hicks in the northern part of the continent, and a tour of the Kingdom of Hicks written after five years there, are good and should be bought.

There is also a recent study on marine fauna and flora, and after eight years of research, pharmacologists have extracted a dye from purple atello seaweed, which is difficult to fade through, adding another color to the kingdom's fabric. The book focuses on artificial farming of atello seaweed and its acquisition price guide.

Perhaps this new book called "Atro Seagrass" should also be bought for Father to decorate his study room, as White Deer Town Administrator Mr. Morsan will show guests his vast knowledge and keep up with the kingdom's research trends, and even use this as a reason to allocate a lot of funds for White Deer Town to study this seagrass farming for the development of the people's livelihood. As for research failure funds becoming tuition fees, it is common for everyone not to announce...

Finally, Claude bought four books, Atroseagrass, The Hearing of the Kingdom of Hicks, and a knight's novel and a biography of a character, which cost two riasos and two sonars. No way, Claude didn't want to buy so much, but he remembered that the two riazos he wanted from his father at the time were reasons to buy books, so he had to spend so much money on them.

The biography of the characters was not meant to be bought, but Mr. Morsan loved reading such novels and often used examples in books to educate his children, and Claude had to buy a copy of what was supposed to happen, and honestly he had no other book to buy. As for the knight's novel, Claude thought it would be a great pastime at the top. I blame my cell phone in my past life for getting used to it. Now I can't pull it out if I don't take a book from the toilet...

“Claude, come and have a look.” Erickson's ghost in the corner whispered to him: “There's something good...”

“What, like a thief?” Claude walked past.

Ericsson put his finger up against his mouth: “Shh, shh, shh, shh. I'll show you something good...”

A book stuck in Claude's hand, it's a handwritten copy, and I don't know where Ericsson found it. Turn around, I see. Claude smiled. I didn't expect there to be a little uncle in the world. There are still several illustrations in there that appeal to men and women. Although it is a small transcript, it can also be seen that the illustration of the copier is very attentive, the human body ratio is very normal, although a little exaggerated, but there is no abstract painting. Especially those critical parts, which are very clearly portrayed, no wonder Erickson's blushing face is like a thief.

Just flipped over and briefly looked at the following content. Um, this little uncle describes a noble lady who, in order to preserve the title of the father who failed to do business, came to Wang to bribe those dignitaries with her own body. The scene was unusually violent, and a large part of the action was described in detail. It was wonderful...

No wonder this novel can only be handwritten rather than officially published books, which are forbidden in a small uncle like the Kingdom. As long as they are caught, the writer will have to be sentenced to at least five or six years, and the transcriber and the reader will either be fined or served three months of hard labour, depending mainly on the mood of the law-enforcement officer, and of course if the relationship is good, they can be ignored.

“Where'd you get this?” Claude asked.

“Uncle Burke's private collection... do you think it looks good...”

“Normal...” Claude threw the book back to Ericsson: “When you grow up and experience a lot of women, you'll never see it again...”

“It sounds like you've been through a lot of women...” Eriksson hurriedly put the book away: “Claude, you said I'd buy the book, go home and copy a few copies, sell it to my classmates. You said you'd make money? ”

Claude stared at Alexon and whispered, “Ike, if you want to die, do it. If you want to buy a book and read it for yourself, I won't stop you, but if you want to copy it and sell it, that's the idea that comes out of your head. As long as one of your students buys this little transcript from you, the whole school will soon know that you have such a forbidden book. The more you sell, the closer you get to bad luck. Once this is spread out by the school teachers, you can imagine how it ends. Even if your father is a famous Captain O'Trooney, he can't prevent you from being caught in labor...”

Eriksson: "…”

“I just want to think about it...” Ericsson muttered uncomfortably: "Whoever dares to tell the teaching will beat him to death...”

“Idiot, do you think telling your classmates to say it in front of you? It's too late to regret knowing who snitched. Such small transcripts are expressly forbidden by the Kingdom, and deliberate dissemination does not make much difference between the crime of the writer and the writer, which causes greater impact.” Claude slapped Erickson in the head: “Go give it back to Uncle Burke. ”

In addition to the four books, Claude spent four more sonars buying a piece of green paper, which was for writing, and twenty pieces of Manly paper of better quality. It was his intention to go home and copy the magic recipe for his mother's birthday.

Compared to the inexpensive paper produced in the three southwestern counties, which is somewhat rough and slightly burnt yellow, the specialty Manly paper in the south of the kingdom, although priced at as high as one Finney, is delicately clean and has always been the designated office paper for government documents, used to copy official documents and archival documents.

Mr. Morsan, the chief of administration in White Deer Town, often brings home some extra manly paper, but most of it turns into Claude's and sister Angelina's homework books, drafts, picture books, or Claude's favorite paper planes, paper boats, paper lanterns...

Because the manly paper purchased was quite large, not the manly paper that my father had already cut home from the town hall's eye, Claude wrapped it up and took it in his hand. After calculating the bill, he saw Ericsson sneaking the little copy into his arms, and it appeared that this fool had bought the little uncle.

“How much?” Claude asked quietly.

It was Claude who relieved Erickson when he was frightened: “One Riasso, plus eight Sunars. ”

“What?” Claude was surprised. On average, the four new books he bought were just five or six sonars. I didn't expect the little uncle to get three new copies with his bare hands: “Why is it so expensive? ”

“Uncle Burke says that copying paintings is expensive and forbidden, so the price goes up, and he can't help it. This stuff can't be wholesaled. Sometimes it takes luck to come in, and the price is expensive. He's just like this...”

“Fart, I don't believe his bullshit.” Claude Heart said, no wonder Ericsson thought of copying a few copies and selling them to his classmates, which is a little expensive, and buying them to look at on their own is not very affordable.

“Well,” Claude thought for two seconds to come up with an idea for Ericsson: "You can resell it to Boa after you've seen it, or rent it to him, so you can recover at least half of the principal money. ”

“Do you want to see it? I can resell it to you cheaply, or copy it for you..." Ericsson, this is the wind that makes the rudder climb.

“Fuck off, I don't want to read such a childish book!” Claude pushed away Erickson.

On the way back to school, Bok Al slapped his head and remembered something.

“By the way, Claude, did you hit your sister Anna when you came home yesterday afternoon? ”

“What did you say?” Claude stunned: “No, I couldn't resist hitting my sister. She was so good, why would I hit her? I went straight upstairs to bed yesterday afternoon. Why did you say I hit her? ”

“It's not you... Yesterday when Vero and I sent the back legs of the antelope, the python and the venison to your house, I heard your sister Anna hiding alone in the kitchen crying, and when she heard us screaming, she stopped crying, wiped her tears out and picked up something. We asked who bullied her, she didn't say, but her blush seemed like she had been slapped. We thought you'd just come home soon and thought you'd slapped her, so we didn't ask..."

Verricolo nodded beside him: “We really thought you slapped her, that's why we wanted to persuade you today. Don't lecture your sister like that...”

Claude's eyes suddenly became red. After crossing into the other world to become Claude, sister Angelina and younger brother Fatty Browick had made him truly recognize the identity of his brother, and had made him feel what it was called brotherhood and brotherhood. In previous life, he was an only child. The most enviable thing was that others had brothers and sisters...

“Albert...” Claude read the name, assuming that last night when he ordered himself to dinner, when his father taught himself a lesson, Albert did not say a word. When his father left, Albert avoided his appearance, Claude immediately understood. The one who dares to slap his sister is this shithole. She's in her nest and she's afraid of being soft and hard. She has to teach this shithole a hard lesson when she comes home tonight...