The Editor Is the Novel’s Extra

Throughout 1890, the highest-priced musical instrument became a hot topic even in the capital of Albion.

'Lila of Terpsichore. In the original manuscript, Vasco Grayer wins a bid for a bargain, repairs it, and resells it for 5 million dinars. But now Vasco is in the Continent of the Sentroom... If no one recognizes me, I'll take it.’

In the previous world, seed money, let alone investment, was never collected properly. But it was different now. There is neither money nor information.

In the manuscript and outside the manuscript, human life was similar. Acted passively and know he's only caught up in the needs of others.

"Father or hero... Or the author.'

It was on the page of the world where all their wills clashed at once.

"I don't know if he died on page 2, but he doesn't want to leave the person who's already given his name and power. No matter where he runs, he'll come back to the center of the story.’

Dionena and Gideon Asher were also influenced by the author's will. Even if you leave them out, another person or element will catch Clay.

"In addition, even if one chapter is over and you can use the Editor's Authority again, the author doesn't listen to recommendations on developments he doesn't want." But he doesn't directly say what he wants to do. That's a headache.’

In a sense, I thought he was a writer who writes economically. Not only did you let him take on a character, but you edited it was edited.

When I thought so, another idea came to my mind one after another.

Rather than drag me in like this, he just comes in and drags the story. Why are you using such a troublesome and complicated method?’

The story, which was written on a ragged and irreparable manuscript, had a hunch that it might not be a work to be revised even to the author.

If the author had such infinite powers, he would have removed Arthur's scar first.

Thinking about it, the questions grew one after another. However, it was impossible to recognize anything or act however you wanted while your hands and feet were tied to others' demands.

"Finance is power, give freedom to the movements of the characters. Even if there is a war, there is a way to live if there is wealth. He is trying to push a child who has a hangover into the political arena, and he cannot trust a father who takes his pocket money if he gets wrong. The setting is already like a dog, and I have to find my own way to live.’

If you can't stop yourself from getting caught up in the narrative, your determination to create the means to fight back as much as you can.

'If you know a disaster is coming, you can defend yourself.’

When the goal was set, numerous plans were made simultaneously, as if dust had fallen in the head.

Running barefoot on the balcony in his pajamas, Clay shouted at Dionne crossing the garden.

"It's Lady Dion! Before you leave, could you get me some items?"

"Why did you rush out so quickly? Just tell me, I'll get you!"

Dionne looked up at the second floor with a smile on her face to see if Clayo was lively.

"Lila's strings, Mana Stone Opal, please!"

"Oh, it just happened to be in our warehouse. How did you find out about the inventory like a ghost?”

"It's a coincidence. And one more, one for auction rule guide sellers."

***

If Colpos was a trading port city at the west end of the capital, Novantes was a resort town at the south end.

Clayo gave up the preservation of his position, and Dionne was in a hurry, so the work was done quickly. It started as soon as the reply came, and arrived at Novantes three days before the party.

a resort city with numerous yachts anchored in the bay of the blue

From the train station, I could see the Hotel de Nege on the White House Hill.

Dionne, wearing a wide-brimmed hat, cheered while looking outside the car window, but Clayo could not see the scenery.

As soon as I got off the train, I ran towards Trinity auction house near the station. Because the train was delayed for an hour and I didn't know I'd be late for auction.

It was worth running around the school every day for weeks. Clayo quickly arrived at the auction house. He gasped for a ticket and sat down at the back table of the auction house. The auction was not yet open.

I'm not late!

Dionne, who was slow to walk with her shoes on, followed her into the auction house about a dozen minutes later.

"Sir, you should at least tell him. How can you leave your party like this!”

"I'm sorry, but it was important.”

The person in charge of the auction was full of witty jokes and weather stories. Rather than a serious auction, the atmosphere was more like a resort entertainment.

Meanwhile, Clay Oman was burning himself firmly and staring at the podium.

"Then I'll auction off the first item! It's a good decoration to decorate the garden with ruins. This is an ancient object, a genuine product, from the sea of the Qentroom continent. It starts at 1000 dinars."

The stone collection pieces on the platform seemed old enough to be of unknown date. At first glance, it did not appear to have been engraved with a collection, as only one-third of the above is shaped like lira, and the bottom part is a bunch of limestone that cannot be removed.

It was a product that set the mood before major auction items were released. In front of Clayo, who was looking to see if that was really an item he knew, a brilliant golden letter came to mind.

Step 2 function "Understanding" of [-'Promise' works.

Lira of Terpsichore

- sex objects

*Restore is required.]

'That's it! That's for sure.’

The second level function of 'Promise' was quite useful. I was pleased to be able to read not only the scars but also the information of Madogu.

While Clayo was still impressed, most people who chatted and drank champagne were not watching the stage.

"I don't think we're doing much this year.”

"I saw the catalog. I think the Malachite table is so big today, that other items are neglected."

"But Mrs. Silleum, you have a steady liking for junk decoration."

Of course, no one would use Mandinar for it.

Echoing people's conversations, Clay was carefully choosing when to lift the license plate. The bid went up slowly.

"3,680 dinar, 21 3,680 dinar. Are there no more merchant bids?"

I could see number 11 talking to his companion as if he was trying to call for some more money. The number 67 that followed was flipped over. I thought it would be better now.

Clay held up the license plate.

10,000 dinars."

"Oh, there's a customer with a high taste. Yes, 10,000 dinar 82, 10,000 dinar."

The eyes of the surrounding table gathered as if 10,000 dinars were being used for such trash, but it became funny to see that the person with the number 82 license plate was a young student.

"Lila Piece, it's sold to customer number 82 for 10,000 dinar!"

Laughter broke out from the crowd. There were also jokes about whether the child was overcharged.

"I wonder what everyone will look like in the day after tomorrow.’

Clay didn't care at all about booing. Dionne also kept an eye on Clayo. He seemed to have a hunch that there was something planned.

***

When I checked in at the De Nege Hotel with an invitation from Rachel, I gave up a suite on the third floor.

The suite, which connects the two rooms between the reception rooms, seemed to be in consideration of Clayo, who was checked in with a private teacher.

As soon as Clay entered the room, he spread out his bedspread and laid it on the floor. He then took out a piece of lira from the box that he carried himself instead of receiving it.

Next to them were the strings of Lila, the gold sand of time, and the Mana Stone Opal. Even though it was purchased at a special price from Dione, it was worth 50,000 dinars in total.

"The reason why the piece of Lira avoided the Trinity auctioneer's analysis was that it was only restored when all the original components were in place. It's a tricky item, so Vasco can only be restored after combining dozens of ingredients.’

Dionne, who entered Clayo's bedroom without knocking, came close with her eyes shining with curiosity.

"What are you doing? Can I see it?”

"You're not going to go out now, are you?"

"That's true. I'm also a research wizard, wouldn't you be interested in recovering such an old thing?"

Dionne pulled up her chair and sat down. Clayo opened the circle small. A narrow circle of about 2 meters in diameter shone around the pieces and materials of the lira.

There was only one kind of magic ceremony, but the ceremony itself was very complicated. the last of the first volume of the "Magic Book"

"[Repeat!]"

The magic that had come to mind with its brilliance shined a little bit and was disheveled up.

"It doesn't work well without the truth.’

I wish I could see what Vasco had to say, but he showed up with the finished product. I recited a few more true words, but the slightly shaken lira stopped again and the pieces of lime that were about to fall were still attached.

Dionne, who was listening to the truth, asked.

"Do you know the original form of this thing?"

"I know."

At Clayo's affirmation, Dionne looked surprised.

"Then use the truth that dictates the shape and use more specifically."

As he sat down and looked down at Lira, Clay held his arms crossed and frowned.

'Make sure all this magic hits you.'

It was always difficult to squeeze out the truth. However, considering the price of the restored item, I had no choice but to cheer up.

Vasco, who studied ancient books, why did you name it Terpsicore's Lira? It has a mythical tone as a musical instrument played by Muse's hand.'

Clayo spent five minutes trying to put all kinds of words in and out. Once again, the moment of 'I had to go to the Korean literature department' passed, and finally confirmed the truth.

Carefully open the circle and load the bar lunch. Dionne was inwardly impressed by the speed and accuracy.

As the light of the circle shone, Clayo cried out the truth.

"Return to the form of joy of hymns, when you were in the hands of a muse."

The brilliant light of Ether was now a flash and a whirl in the circle. The excessively bright light colored the space white.

'Oh, this... is a pretty good way to eat the ether.’

The light died down after a long time. Even the bold Dionne looked enraptured. It was the reaction of a person who witnessed the impossible.

In the middle of the sheet was a bright lira with a mixture of mother-of-pearl and opal. The instrument with seven strings of gold sand in it really looked like the objects of the gods.

"This is… this is ridiculous."

The overwhelmed Dione looked alternately at the instrument and the man who had recovered it.

"Do you mind if I cast some analytical spells on you, Master?”

"As much as you want."

Dionne, who opened the circle, quickly floated the magic menu. It was a combination with the disadvantage of being able to analyze objects that were not in full form, although the results came out quickly.

"Something, reveal your true solidarity and origin!"

Dionne's circle flashed. Due to the action of Understanding, Clayo's vision was accompanied by a string of three-level wizards.

Dionne, who had been analyzing the results with her lips wide open, forgot her face and jumped up.

"It's more than a thousand years old. It's judged to be a sacred object!"

His voice was so high with excitement.

The restoration was a success.

Clayo's shoulders, which were so tense, were drained.

'Okay. Now, all you have to do is sell it!’