My Wife, King Arthur

Chapter 556 Interview (3)

“This is amazing.” The woman reporter said with exhilaration.

“But how much do you know for sure?” Kerall asked with a smile.

“This…” she struggled with, she was just an interview journalist and was not qualified to decide the direction of this massive fund of millions or even tens of millions, so she was troubled to say, "Can you give me a few days? I'll contact our magazine now. ”

“Please, I won't negotiate with anyone about the serial of my new novel until you get back.” Kerall shrugged in style and smiled.

“Thank you very much.” She grabbed the bag and ran outside.

“Does a novel have that kind of money?” Greg asked Rabbi strangely.

“Of course, you didn't hear what she just said about the $3 million acquisition of Mr. Kerall's new book, but Mr. Kerall's offer of thousands of words and J's would make a book more expensive, and more importantly, make a book longer, more!” Rabbi was a man who knew how to do it, and she was satisfied to explain the matter, and Kerall looked up amazingly and smiled slightly at her, nodding her head and sticking out a thumb.

“Well, Mr. Kerall, can we also compete for the serial rights to your new novel?” Two reporters from the national newspaper and the magazine of magicians glanced at each other and then said to Kerall eagerly.

“Sure, I won't negotiate with you, but I'd love to see you compete, but you can only afford it.” Kerall lifted his hand gently.

Things went well, and the three contenders improved his earnings by about 20 percent.

This novel, which was supposed to make 5 million J's, now looks like it could hit 6 million J's, and Mikasa's intelligence agency's funding is solved.

There are, of course, some remunerations for his and C.C. 's assignments.

But this remuneration is too low to support the operations of an intelligence organization, and C.C. 's transfer of the fairy's tail accounts is likely to be caught, albeit extremely low, but certainly not Kerall's means.

But there are so many other ways to make your own money, Kerall.

So basically, we can guarantee the operation of Mikasa Intelligence.

And...

Not only that, but Kerall, with power and a little use of the power at his disposal for some commercial transformation, those poor businessmen would start to lure him.

This is what flowers are supposed to be the most formal way to get money - with power, how much money can't get?!

Things are over here. All three journalists used their own means to contact their newspapers, but Kerall simply said that the interview was no longer possible until the other journalist returned.

Or it doesn't make sense anymore, so everyone split up, and the Mage magazine reporter was anxious in the crowd to ask Keiral, "Mr. Keiral, can I get you a cover magazine? ”

You know, [Mage Magazine] has always been a must-see entertainment message among magicians. The covers are basically made up of beautiful readers from various guilds as cover girls, and Mila Jenny, the fairy's tail, has been published in [Mage Mage] for 22 times as cover girls.

Are we finally changing people today?

It's a man, but there's always a sense of frustration.

Mila Jenny shook her head gently with a smile at the corner of her mouth washing dishes and cups.

“No, wait till I'm Speaker.” Kerall raised his hand and said out loud.

“Eh!!” The whole fairy's tail was scared to death by his rambling speech.

“Wait, you can't be real!” Makarov's eyeballs were staring out, watching Kerall ask out loud.

“Ha ha, old man. What are you surprised about? Isn't this the right thing to do?” Kerall sat next to Makarov and said to C.C. and Mila Jenny, "Give me a plate of pizza, 12 inches, as long as the cheese, C.C. brings me another cup of milk tea. ”

Somehow, after that day, Kerall would no longer call C.C. 's real name, so C.C. 's real name aroused speculation as to whether it was Catherine, Karina, or Kerna.

These are similar, and they're not around Kerall, so C.C. 's real name suddenly becomes something that's lost.

“OK ~” Mila Jenny wiped her hands on her apron and went back to make pizza. This pizza is a few hundred J's, which can count as something more expensive.

“Wait, if Kerall becomes Speaker, can we make a scene?” Naz's eyes suddenly lit up.

“No, on the contrary, I would ask you more severely, Naz.” Keiral turned around and curled Jiro's leg, leaning on the bar, watching Naz smile badly.

“Shit!” Naz said in disgust.

“Love ~” his blue cat screamed, too.

“What happened to the talking cat, anyway?” Kerall looked at the blue cat lying on Naz's head and asked strangely.

“Oh, he's a hubby, my partner.” Naz chuckled.

Kerall shook his head gently, bargaining with him was his mistake: "So what? ”

“So are you really running for Speaker?” Makarov still remembers this and confirms it again.

“What are you surprised about, old man?” Kerall looked at Makarov with a strange oblique eye, and Makarov was a little too surprised.

“Do you have any idea how powerful the Speaker is?” Makarov asked Kerall that the Speaker of the Kingdom of Fiore was almost the king, not only with a direct order to send * * the magic magic cannon, but also with a veto, and that the magic magic cannon had to be used by more than half of the twelve members of parliament, and that the proposal had to be passed through the Speaker's level.

In other words, power is a very large figure.

“Of course, but in the end, what determines the status of the world is its contribution to the world?” Keiral had a sip of milk tea from C.C. and asked strangely.

“So as long as the contribution is bigger than the current Speaker?” Kerall asked with a smile.

“And as far as I know… now the Speaker of Parliament, apart from mediocre, does not seem to have undergone much restructuring or made a great contribution to the whole kingdom of Fiore!” That's why he holds the ticket!