More than a week later, Harvey occasionally visited Kenneth Randolph, the magician of the drama company. With more contact time, Harvey knew that he was better at magic and plastic energy magic, because Harvey had no magic knowledge base, and Kenneth could not start to teach Harvey about magic. Just like mathematics, Harvey doesn't even know 1 + 1 = 2. How can he teach Harvey to learn multiplication and division.

But it's not totally out of the question.

When Kenneth learned that Harvey had never used any mental training method, his mental strength was far higher than that of ordinary people. There are different types of magic genius. Some people are born with strong mental power, some have a strong perception of magic net, and some can analyze magic from a unique level of knowledge. He tried to teach Harvey some basic meditation methods to exercise his spirit, so as to temper his strength.

"[basic meditation]

Level: e

Explanation: the most basic meditation effect that can be achieved without using the magic net is also popular in the aristocracy and the knight class. It can be used to quickly adjust the mental state, but only after a long time of basic meditation can the mental power be exercised.

Status: inactive（ E proficiency activation conditions: intelligence value above 12, energy value above 8 points

Not surprisingly, Harvey mastered this basic meditation skill the next day. After trying it for a few days, Harvey found that this kind of meditation method had no more effect than to make his energy value recover faster.

Of course, the meditation method belongs to the magician, which can only be used by connecting with the magic net. With the power of the magic net, we can peep at the whole universe and calculate according to the law. It is said that some powerful casters can infer the orbit of a planet by mental calculation alone.

He devoted most of his energy to the study of magic, and Harvey did not forget his own work. He is still a novelist in debt. If he wants to pay off the huge loan of the 30 barons, he needs to win the Leonard Novel Award from Leonard publishing house.

In the empty room of the mansion, all the office furniture in Harvey's bedroom has been moved here. Compared with the spacious room, the decoration and furniture are still very few. Harvey sat at his desk, his hands flat on the table, his eyes focused on a stack of writing paper in front of him, next to the ink bottle opened the cap, a drop of ink flowed into the white paper, and soon lines of clear text appeared on it, vaguely with Harvey Adrian's handwriting style.

After seeing off the count of Monte Cristo, Albert went back to find his mother and found that she was in the ladies' lounge. She was leaning against a velvet soft chair. The room was dim and the decoration of metal ornaments reflected the faint light, which made the room not completely dark. Albert could not see his mother's face, her head was covered with a thin veil, like a layer of fog. But he sensed a change in her voice. The roses and crape myrtle in the vase in the room were full of fragrance, but in the fragrance, he could distinguish a pungent smell of smelling salt. He also noticed that his mother's smelling bottle had been taken out and put in a carved silver cup on the bookcase. As soon as Albert came in, he asked, "mother, did you feel sick when I went out?"

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This is the plot segment in count of Monte Cristo. It is also the plot that makes Harvey feel the most heartache. The count of Monte Cristo meets her former love, but she has married the enemy who framed the count of Monte Cristo.

"No matter how regretful, the essence of the story can't be deleted!"

To make sure there was no mistake in the script, Harvey carefully picked up the manuscript and put it aside. The plot that had already been conceived continued to be copied into the second piece of white paper through the tiny miracle.

Now his writing speed is very fast. In the case of two purposes, he gives part of his attention to use his zero order magic [tiny miracle] to write, and pays more attention to the novel itself. Harvey's mind is lively, so he can "write" more than 10000 words in an hour, but his writing time is increasing.

He now spends one hour a day writing, and the remaining three hours either reading materials or reading borrowed books to understand the unique cultural trends of the world.

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In the living room, the young reviewer, Pran Garcia, was already sitting in it.

"Then I'll go back and sort out your novel now, dear Mr. Adrian. Your novel is so wonderful that even my reviewer is addicted to it. I can't wait to understand the fate of every character in the novel. I really hope I can read all the contents of the novel in one breath." After taking back the novel from Harvey, Pran Garcia always flattered him, and his eyes showed sincere praise.

Harvey stood up and shook hands with him, smiling. "I wish my novel was worthy of your praise."

"Of course." Pran did not hesitate to answer, but after that, his face became gloomy, and his desire to speak stopped several times.

Harvey caught his strange look and asked, "Mr. Pran, is there any question?"

Pran looked back, gritted his teeth, and suddenly asked, "Oh, I'm sorry, I'm a little distracted, Mr. Adrian. If you can, will you allow me to ask a rude question?"

"Go ahead, please."

"Why do you write novels? As far as I know, you never seem to have been involved in this field before."

"As a saying in the book, money is the most effective and the greatest power to control human beings. The prize money in the newspaper advertisement moved me. It just happened that I urgently needed money to maintain my life."

"Do you want your work to win the Leonard prize?"

Harvey nodded: "that's true. What's wrong?"

"Compared with those lofty ideas, this statement is more suitable for Mr. Adrian, which is certainly not derogatory, because it makes me feel closer to life, just like your novel. The problem is that your purpose is to win the Leonard prize. Maybe I shouldn't talk too much. You should have noticed from the newspaper that the purpose of this essay is to serve another work, wild rose. "

Harvey nodded stubbornly: "there is still hope."

"The quality of the novel the count of Monte Cristo is better than we expected. In fact, even though we vigorously promote the wild rose, the number of readers' feedback on the novel yesterday has exceeded that of the wild rose. But just like my stupid arrogance, the quality of a work does not depend entirely on the quality, but more on the identity of the author himself. "

"Do you mean the count of Monte Cristo can't get fair play?"

"Mr. Adrian, I promise you that I will try my best to apply for it. An excellent work should not be buried or defeated by vulgar works."

"Thank you very much."

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After he came out of Harvey's house, Pran's face was very hot. He felt that he must be crazy. He just said that to Harvey, which violated the rules of their publishing house.

"Crazy? Maybe so. "

Pran squeezed the manuscript of the novel in his hand and whispered to himself, no! As a reader and reviewer, he may fall in love with this work. He can only do his best to protect it and do not want it to be buried.