Evil Dragon: The young dragon I picked up keeps planning on becoming an empress Chapter 118 Girl, You Have Successfully Caught My Attention

"Stanley... you, you, you... what are you talking about... I, I, I... in front of so many people... you, you... how can you say such a thing!!! I'm getting goosebumps here!!!"

"It's not... not... not what you think, Julie, listen to explain, didn't you just ask what I was looking at? I was reading 'You Damn Woman, So Sweet,' no, no, no... that's... it's a line from the manuscript I'm reading.

It wasn't speaking, I just subconsciously read out loud this line from the manuscript that shocked too, you see, co and look, it really is from the manuscript, I just happened to co across that line... and read it subconsciously."

Twenty-seven-year-old Stanwen grew anxious, he certainly didn't want to be accused of flirting with a coworker, thanks to the manuscript from the 'Viscount.'

"Really?"

"Really!"

Julie, with her shoulder-length azure blue hair, half-believed and half-doubted as she walked up to Stanley, took the manuscript from his hands, and began to read it.

She saw that line which gave her goosebumps.

She also roughly perused that part of the plot, which was about a loveless nobleman who fell for a grand duchess's daughter in disguise, pretending to be a commoner's child.

The gist of the story was the nobleman falling in love at first sight with the grand duchess's daughter. The loveless nobleman, upon first eting the incognito grand duchess, straightaway approached her and said, "Woman, you have successfully caught my attention."

The grand duchess in disguise was stunned to hear the nobleman's words, and then she burst into laughter, probably because she, being a grand duchess, had never encountered such an amusing proclamation.

His words were full of pride, but the loveless nobleman couldn't bring himself to look into the eyes of the girl he admired.

Yes, he was standing sideways, speaking to the air, pointing at the grand duchess as he said, "Woman, you have successfully caught my attention."

His words were arrogant, but his deanor was shy.

Suddenly, a plain nobleman character beca interesting.

As for the the... it's quite ordinary... but the sentences the nobleman used to express his affection for the grand duchess could make anyone's skin crawl involuntarily.

It was awkward, but it sparked a desire to keep reading.

"Hard to evaluate, this manuscript... hard to evaluate, it might explode in popularity or it might flop..." Julie handed the manuscript back to Stanley, "Are you preparing to collaborate with this 'Viscount'? Hey, hey, hey... Stanley, the pen na used by the author of this manuscript is 'Viscount'..."

"You're just realizing that? The scarier part is... the contact address is also the Earl's Mansion... do you know what that ans?

We can't refuse, absolutely can't refuse, even if it ans I pay out of my own pocket... I can't refuse... I plan to first publish a thousand copies to test the waters in Saint Blue City... see what the reaction is like."

"That letter of intent for collaboration... have you sent it?"

"Just about to send it, it should arrive at the Earl's Mansion by this afternoon if nothing goes wrong."

"How do you plan to split it?"

"Eighty-twenty, the Viscount gets eighty, we get twenty, I've already sung high praises of the Viscount in the letter..."

"....."

"Stanley... are you serious? Was it really written by the Viscount?"

"Not sure, but in Saint Blue City, I don't think anyone would dare to use the title 'Viscount' so casually."

"Go for it, publish it imdiately! Rush it out, I want to see this book in the alleys of Saint Blue City by tonight, don't worry about losing money, if we lose money, I'll cover it!"

Upon hearing Stanley's words, the boss of Fantasy Dinsion decided on the spot, even if it ant taking a loss, to publish a book for the 'Viscount.'

Not for anything else, but because he is the 'Viscount.'

Fantasy Dinsion was very efficient, and the contract for collaboration arrived at the Earl's Mansion by noon that day.

Ingrid, holding the letter, rushed over to the lawn by the river and handed the letter to Lance.

Viscount, accompanied by Young Dragon, Miss Joanna, Doggy, and Turtle, was having a riverside picnic. She had wanted to help, but the Viscount had declined, saying it was to develop the Young Dragon's practical skills, letting the Young Dragon and Miss Joanna wash vegetables and fruits themselves, as well as marinate the at.

The Viscount's pet, Hellhound, was catching fish in the river.

The Giant Tortoise would intentionally lie upstream from where Hellhound was fishing, causing the water flow to lessen...

"Viscount, your letter, it's from a magazine called Fantasy Dinsion sent to you."

"Let see."

Lance, lying on a rocking chair, tore open the envelope handed to him by Ingrid and began to read.

The content of the letter was simple, telling him that his manuscript had t the sales standard, and all he needed to do was sign the collaboration contract.

Lance looked at the collaboration contract, what a conscientious boss, an eight-two split, he got eighty, Fantasy Dinsion got twenty.

The manuscript rights and a bunch of other miscellaneous things, all the earnings would go to him.

A discerning eye for talent.

A discerning eye indeed.

"Dragon Whelp, Dragon Whelp... co here, co here... I've got sothing great to show you."

"What's great?"

"Co over here and you'll find out."

Young Dragon Lucia shook off the water droplets from her hands and ca to Evil Dragon's side.

The maid Ingrid took over the chores from the little dragon princess, continuing to wash vegetables and marinate the at.

"What do you want to see?"

"Take a look at this; what is it? A contract, a manuscript acceptance contract, they even said my book will surely be a big hit, and to keep my manuscript, Fantasy Dinsion even raised my royalties, an eighty-twenty split, I get eighty, they get twenty, aning, if my manuscript can sell for a thousand Holy Gold....

I can take eight hundred Holy Gold, and you previously said my writings were no good, you even questioned , Dragon Whelp... it turns out... it's your appreciation of literary works that's lacking."

"......."

The Young Dragon suddenly had no words. Was Evil Dragon so excited just to call her over to tell her this?

Spiteful, boastful, smug... all because I said your romance writings were unappealing...

With the manuscript accepted, was it really necessary to call her over just to boast?

To prove a point to her?

Evil Dragon's behavior gave her a sense of [lifting the eyebrows and exhaling][not that my writing is bad][it's your taste that's at fault].

Sotis, why can Evil Dragon be so childish?

"Your pseudonym made such a big statent, you used 'Viscount Sir', change the na and Fantasy Dinsion would definitely reject your manuscript."

"Alright, alright, just you wait and see, Dragon Whelp. When my manuscript becos a bestseller, and I'm raking in loads of cash, you'll see how amazing I am."

"What if you lose money? You're not going to make go to Saint Blue City at night to sell BBQ and takoyaki at a stand to help you pay off the debt, are you?"

"Look at what you're saying, don't talk like we're strangers; if it really does lose money, you'd have to study while earning money to help repay the debt.

Similarly, if I make money, I'll increase your allowance a bit each month, as appropriate."

"I don't want an allowance. Can you just promise not to make sell takoyaki to pay off your debts?"

"That won't do, as a family we must share both our joys and our hardships."

Indeed, he had purposely used 'Viscount Sir' to assert his pride; they wouldn't dare reject the manuscript and lose face in front of the Viscount.

As a father, how could he allow himself to be looked down upon by the whelp he was raising?

Playing a little trick at the right ti is totally acceptable.

And the manuscript he wrote... wasn't really that boring.

Guaranteeing bestseller status may be a stretch, but earning a bit of money for the magazine shouldn't be a problem.

He felt a little relieved, because it seed like Dragon Whelp was not that afraid of him anymore.

That little defiant expression just now... really cute...

"Dragon Whelp."

"What now?"

"Co here, let pat your little head."

"I won't let you pat it."

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Young Dragon ran away; she wouldn't let the childish and spiteful Evil Dragon pat her head.

At six in the evening, the newsstands on the streets of Saint Blue City were all vigorously promoting the sa book.

The cover of the book featured a golden-haired nobleman dressed in a black and gold robe, standing sideways in front of a girl in an ordinary dress, pointing at her.

With a caption.

The caption read: Woman, you have successfully caught my attention.

This line was eye-catching and imdiately drew the attention of many young boys and girls...

They wondered, eting a boy or girl at first sight, would saying this line really not get them hit?