"Yes," Morca frowned and thought for a moment, then said, "except for the cardinal, you are the only living 'Lich Knight' reader I've ever met. And you're a pirated reader. I wonder, where did those books go... Why is there not a single reader? Didn't the cardinal say he would print a million copies? And he didn't. Also, who was the guy in the black robe who bought the book?"
Morca remained silent, and so did Pao Pao. The yard was quiet.
After a while, Morca let out a long sigh and said, "Maybe I'll never understand this in my lifetime. Forget it, as long as the gold coins are real, that's all that matters. Our life is good enough now."
"Don't you want to write novels anymore?" Pao Pao asked.
"Why would I?"
"Don't you want to become the greatest novelist? That was your dream." Pao Pao imitated the way Morca spoke back then, "To write wonderful stories, take root in people's hearts, sprout, and create a fantastic world. That feeling is like being a heavenly god."
