[Comprehensive novel] Almighty Lydia

Messenger: The queen asked me to send you a message

Lydia:? ? ? ? ?What queen still has something to say to me / Star Eyes

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Lydia thought he was in a hurry, so she didn't call him.

"What's the matter, in such a hurry?" Aunt stopped Uncle Gardner, "Didn't you say that you would accompany Lydia to the newspaper office today?"

"Yes," said the uncle anxiously, "but I didn't see her, did you?"

My aunt was puzzled and said, "Isn't it at the door?"

So Uncle Gardner rushed to the door, looked left and right, but still saw no one.

Lydia watched blankly as her uncle galloped towards him, and then galloped away again, without even looking at her.

Uncle has forgotten her?

"No," the uncle who had made another trip came to his wife panting, "I didn't see it."

He sighed, "It's too late if I don't go, she won't go by herself?"

By this time Lydia had come up.

"Uncle," Lydia said, holding on to the railing, "what are you doing? Are you looking for me?"

Uncle Gardner looked up and saw Lydia in white leaning against the railing, smiling at him.

He also shook his head, it's been a long time since I saw this dress.

But he came to his senses after a while, and dragged Lydia down the stairs in a hurry.

"Then let's go," Uncle Gardner said as he walked, his voice a little urgent, "I heard there is something important to do today, if I don't go again, I'm afraid I won't be able to enter the central block."

They got into the car and drove to the center.

Just as Uncle Gardner was pinching his pocket watch anxiously, watching the time tick by, while Lydia was chatting with the system in a bored way, she arrived at a neighborhood full of newspaper offices.

The London Illustrated News is a newspaper that is not considered popular. It is mainly known in London for its exquisite illustrations. It is not as popular as the "Daily Mail and Telegraph", with huge sales, and it is not as official as the "Times".

To tell you the truth, this newspaper can establish a small world in the journalism industry in London and have a wide range of fans. This newspaper relies on its unique illustrations and relatively novel columns.

This newspaper office is located in an office building on Riverside Street. It is not considered a central location, and it is not very big. It looks a bit dilapidated, squeezed between buildings. It is hard to imagine that this is a well-known niche. Newspaper printing place.

Uncle got out of the carriage first, and then gave Lydia a hand to make it easier for her to get down.

The leather shoes that didn't fit well fell on the black asphalt road, and now Lydia felt a little nervous.

After finishing her clothes, she walked into the gate of the newspaper office with her uncle, with a little nervousness in her arms.

There was a lot of noise along the way, and the people passing by them were also extremely busy, ordering and yelling, and the passing crowd seemed to be busy and chaotic.

Just looking at such a hasty rhythm and listening to the yelling voice, it is really hard to imagine that this is a regular newspaper office and not a vegetable market.

Lydia was distracted and almost ran into someone.

She apologized in a low voice, and followed Uncle Gardner's footsteps firmly, not daring to wander off again.

Uncle Gardner seemed to have been here before, familiarly touched the door of the editor who sent her a letter, and knocked on the door again.

Not long after, the door opened.

The man who came to open the door was a man with thinning hair on his head. His eyes were black, and he had been staying up all night. He looked at his uncle with a little disgust on his face, and asked hoarsely, "Who are you looking for?"

Looks impatient, Lydia thought.

Uncle Gardner was stunned for a moment, and handed out the letter first, "Look for the deputy editor, Mr. Melsey, is he there? We made an appointment to come over at this time today to discuss matters."

The letter was stamped with the editor's seal, Lydia looked at her pocket watch, it was indeed this time.

The man paused, and reluctantly opened the door, "Please come inside."

He raised a lamp and opened another door.

They followed the man inside and found that there was still a dark path.

The trail was not ventilated and there was no light, so he could only barely move forward by relying on the lamp in the man's hand.

Why does a good editorial department have secret passages?

Lydia frowned and walked back.

"The editorial department didn't have enough funds, so Mr. Melsey moved to a residential building here. Since it's an appointment in advance, I'll just take you to a detour," the man explained, "No one usually comes to find the deputy editor. , what are you doing here?"

He glanced at the manuscript in Lydia's hand, "Is it submitted?"

"Oh, yes," said Uncle Gardner, "is it a long way?"

"No, we'll be there soon," the man replied, "Here, we're here."

There was a hole in front that happened to be passed by one person. He got out first, and then waited for Uncle Gardner to get out.

After several people arrived, the man knocked on the door of the residential building, "Mr. Melsey, this is Tom, someone is looking for you."

He yelled weakly, but after a while, there was a sound of pulling from inside.

The doorknob turned, revealing a pale and tired face from staying up late and working hard.

Is this Mr. Mercy?

"What's the matter?" His voice was light and fluttering, and he seemed weaker than Lydia, the "Miss Jiao".

It doesn't look like someone who became the editor-in-chief at a young age.

"I'm Little Bennet, um, sir," Lydia stepped forward and saluted him politely, "Hello, is this Mr. Melsey? You asked me to talk about the manuscript in the editorial department a few days ago. thing, do you remember?"

Hearing this, his eyes moved, as if he remembered something.

"You are looking for my father, right? My father told me, please come in, thank you." He slowly opened the door, looked at Uncle Gardner, and asked hesitantly, "This is... ?”

"I'm his uncle. I'm currently working in London. My surname is Gardner." Uncle Gardner took off his hat and nodded to him slightly. "My nephew is still young, and his family is not at ease, so please ask me to come and see look."

"Oh...that's it," Mr. Little Mersey seemed to accept the statement, and he slowly opened the door a little wider, "Then please come in. Tom, do you have something else? Go get busy, I'll wait." I will send them back to the society."

Hearing this, the newspaper employee named Tom nodded and left.

Mr. Little Mersey yawned tiredly, closed the door, and led the two of them to his living room, "Father is in the study, please wait a moment, I'll call him. I stayed up all night painting last night, and my energy was low. Great, please forgive me."

"Is Mr. Little Mersey a painter?" Lydia could not help asking.

Lydia noticed keenly that his clothes looked dirty, covered with colorful oil paint, and a little fresh-looking paint was rubbed on his hands.

"Yes," Mr. Little Mersey gave her an unexpected look, "I'm sorry, because I don't pay much attention to appearance at home..."

He knocked on the door and shouted, "Dad, someone is looking for you!"

At the shout, Mr. Melsey came out.

Mr. Melsey is a tall, middle-aged male, slightly stout, with a serious face.

"I'm very sorry. I was working just now and I didn't hear any sound. There are only my son and I living here, so it's a bit messy..." He led them towards the study very politely, exchanging greetings as they walked.

"Nothing," replied Uncle Gardner. "It's quite normal for two men living together."

The two looked at each other and smiled tacitly.

Lydia looked at the two of them puzzled.Why is it normal for a room to be messy?Will he not hire servants?

But in order not to break the atmosphere, she had no choice but to smile in agreement.

After the joke just now, Mr. Melsey, who was not too restrained, sat down at the edge of the table and motioned for Lydia and her uncle to sit on the sofa opposite him.

"So you've made sure the rest of the content, right? Have you finished the manuscript?" After exchanging pleasantries with Uncle Gardner, the deputy editor quickly turned to Lydia and got to the point in a simple and rude manner.

"Yes," Lydia felt in her small bag and took out the long and thick parchment.

The long scroll of parchment was written by her sisters before she left. It basically ended the story, and brought it here to discuss the follow-up publication and price with Mr. Mercy.

Lydia put the things on the table and pushed in Mr. Mercy's direction again.

Mr. Melsey picked it up knowingly, and while he was browsing quickly, Lydia looked at the surrounding furnishings a little more relaxed.

These furnishings are much more exquisite than her home, and many things are elegantly displayed.

After the editor-in-chief finished reading, he started talking with Uncle Gardner in a low voice.

There is no problem with the plot, and there is no problem with the writing concept and layout, so the rest is the salary.

In front of Uncle Gardner, who obviously appeared as a temporary guardian, it would be a bit deceitful to negotiate salary with Lydia over him.

Seeing the two middle-aged men chatting happily, Lydia leaned on the chair absent-mindedly and looked around.

Perhaps her movements were too big, Uncle Gardner coughed a little, reminding her not to behave too rashly.

Lydia retracted her head again, sat on the chair peacefully and became dazed.

While she was in a daze, my uncle had successfully reached an agreement with Mr. Editor-in-Chief, negotiated a suitable price, and obtained good treatment for them——

For a fledgling rookie author, to publish a serial in such a good newspaper and receive a sample is already something worth showing off.

"System," Lydia yawned on the return carriage, "I want to go home."

She hasn't finished her class yet.

But Lydia didn't know that when she got home, she learned two things.

First, her cousin Collins will be visiting the house a few days later.

The second thing...

Lydia looked at the letter with exquisite patterns on the table, and felt completely empty.

It was a letter signed by the queen and sent by the royal guards. It was exquisite in style and had a faint fragrance.

And this precious letter was just casually placed on the unsuitable table in her house, and left to them to deal with.

That's right, before Lydia had time to put down her luggage, she almost collided with the courier who delivered the letter.

When she sighed and apologized, she never thought that one day she would receive the Queen's ball invitation letter.

In fact it wasn't just her, it was the five Bennet Misses who were invited.five!

She even thought that the courier sent it to the wrong address, but the courier refuted this statement seriously.

The messenger told her seriously that this was impossible, and at the same time politely explained what the queen had entrusted to him.