Holding his bread, the author felt a little scared. If it weren't for the baker's reminder, he would have walked down the street with a loaf of bread, and the consequences would have been unimaginable. But what would he do after eating this loaf?
*"Don't worry, I still have my manuscript, and soon I'll have money!"* he told himself.
...
"'Lich Knight'?"
"Yes."
Leaning against the back of the chair, the mustached editor held the manuscript and asked curiously, "What's it about, a duel between a Lich and a Paladin?"
"No, it's not a duel between a Lich and a Paladin. The Lich is the Paladin."
The mustached editor looked confused, "Okay, I'll give you a few minutes. Just give me a brief summary of what you wrote."
