When Palmer got up, Bologo had already left, and he didn't know what he was busy with. But judging from the situation, it should have nothing to do with him. Otherwise, with Bologo's professionalism, he would never let go.
Live your own.
After briefly washing up, Palmer changed his usual casual attire, rummaged through his small and pitiful wardrobe, and gathered together an extremely formal outfit for himself from the reserves on board the Terror.
Looking at himself in the mirror, Palmer seemed to be going on a date. At a certain moment, even he was fascinated by himself in the mirror.
After being narcissistic for a while, Palmer carefully opened the cabinet and took out a box wrapped in layers. After the incident on the Paradise, Palmer and others were transferred to the Terror, basically all day long.
Stay on board.
Isolated by the sea, it is extremely difficult to leave the Terror, but this cannot limit Palmer. With his own secret power, Palmer is very good at gliding with the wind, not to mention flying in this turbulent air.
On the sea.
Ever since he realized that Irvin was the Blue Jay, this plan had been planned in Palmer's mind until it was implemented last night, and now all he has to do is complete the last step of the plan.
Palmer picked up the box and trotted along the corridor. He remembered the location of Irwin's room. He had visited Irwin in the past few days, but most of the time, Irwin was in a coma, and Palmer was not.
To disturb him, I just silently left a fruit basket on his bedside table with a label with my name on it. I don't know if he saw it.
His heart was beating loudly, and Palmer felt his cheeks begin to heat up. He was like a young man who fell in love, feeling panic-stricken but full of expectation.
Irwin was not always asleep. Sometimes he would wake up briefly and write something on his notepad. Palmer wanted to go in and say hello, but he thought of the strange acquaintance between them and what happened next.
, Palmer, who has always been familiar with it, actually doesn’t know where to start.
Palmer felt that he had never been so entangled when facing Woxilin. Thinking about it, Woxilin has always been a proactive girl. Whenever she was entangled, she would break in through the window and break her twisted
Emotions shattered.
Then Palmer thought about why he was so tough on Irwin. He really admired the author and had high expectations for him, so he should move forward bravely. Maybe the door to the winding path would be built tomorrow.
I have to return to the Order Bureau, but I must not miss this opportunity.
With all kinds of chaotic thoughts, Palmer puffed up his chest and strode forward. With every step he took, Palmer's state of mind became a little bit more sacred. It was like a pilgrimage. He was finally going to see the one he had longed for.
If he is a blue jay, I might be able to chat with him for a while, and even get his autograph...
Filled with infinite vitality, Palmer turned the doorknob and pushed open Irvine's door.
The first time he looked into the room, Palmer could see Irvin sitting on the bed with a half-eaten apple in his hand. Cinderella was sitting on the other side with her face lowered and her eyes looking straight at him.
The ground and the whole person had a gray and pale feeling.
"Um...are you busy?"
The bizarre sight caught Palmer off guard, but he was not one to back down.
Irwin explained for Cinderella, "No, we were just chatting and some differences arose."
Irwin's voice paused, and he affirmed again, "Yes, differences, differences between fantasy and reality."
Cinderella thought that every word, every plot, and every strange modification in Irwin's book was full of profound meaning... In fact, Cinderella herself was overthinking it, and Irwin didn't think that much when he wrote it.
Sometimes he couldn't even recall what he had written.
When Cinderella asked about the plot of a certain character, Irwin asked her puzzledly, who was that character? Had he written this character?
Like a cruel execution, Irwin took a chisel and chipped away all Cinderella's illusions about the blue jay bit by bit.
Cinderella had begun to regret that she should not have asked Irwin these things. She could no longer treat these stories with her previous mentality.
Irwin asked, "Should I call you Xiao, or that...Palmer?"
Palmer came to the bedside enthusiastically, "Palmer Clarks, this is my real name. As for Xiao, that is just a pseudonym needed for action."
"Oh, that's reasonable."
Irwin nodded. He felt that Palmer was a pretty good person, with a hint of joy in his seriousness. This made him slightly change his view of those cold and deadly Sublimation Players. The most important thing is that he also saved himself.
Although his life was due to his identity as a blue jay.
After many years, Irwin once again lamented that writing a book would really save his life.
Palmer's expression became tangled, "That..."
"Just call me Irwin."
Irwin knew what Palmer was struggling with, "Outside of working hours, I don't like people calling me blue jay. It feels like I'm working overtime."
"Ha ha."
Palmer laughed. Before he opened the door, he was still very nervous, fearing that Irwin would be a difficult guy to get along with. Now it seems that the two of them have a certain affinity for each other.
Irwin noticed the box under Palmer's arm and asked, "What is this?"
"Ah...well, wait a moment."
Palmer quickly opened the package, and a rectangular box was revealed. The packaging was extremely exquisite. The overall material was made of wood and was aged. The wooden box was sealed with a brass lock.
There are also copper protective corners on each corner.
Irwin felt that this wooden box looked familiar. He recalled carefully that there seemed to be many wooden boxes like this in his warehouse.
"Wow!"
Cinderella screamed out in surprise. She recognized what the wooden box was. She pressed her hands on the wooden box and looked into Palmer's eyes.
Without any words, just by eye contact, the two of them recognized each other's identity, reached out their hands in tacit understanding, and shook hands vigorously.
"You can call me Cinderella."
"Palmer Clarks."
This time it was Irwin who couldn't understand the situation. He sat up straight and asked, "What is this wooden box?"
Palmer asked in surprise, "What? Don't you know what this is?"
"It looks familiar. My editor seemed to have sent me a lot of stuff like this before."
Irwin stretched out his hand and dragged the wooden box over. This thing was much heavier than he thought. There was a shiny gold name on the top of the wooden box.
""Journey to the End of the Night"?"
Irwin was a little surprised. He had just discussed this derivative board game with Cinderella.
"No," Palmer immediately corrected Irwin, "This is the limited deluxe edition of Journey into the Night!"
"ha?"
Irwin was more than surprised. Palmer opened the wooden box and found a bunch of objects, chess pieces, identity cards, game maps, dice, rule books, etc. neatly placed inside.
Palmer took out the rule book and handed it to Irvin with a pious look. Irwin was very familiar with this scene. He had never appeared in public, but he was often asked to do this by editors.
Irvin skillfully picked up the pen and mechanically signed the word "blue jay" on the rule book. Palmer put away the rule book, glanced at the writing on it, and then looked at Irvin. He pressed the rule book on
On his chest, his face looked peaceful and tranquil.
“Worth it.”
Palmer murmured that compared to any original thing, Gold, obviously, the blue jay's autographed "Journey into the Night" is what he really wants.
From a certain perspective, Palmer is really an extremely easy-to-satisfy guy.
Irwin said, "Do you have any questions about the story?"
Palmer was shocked and scared, "Is it okay?"
Irwin smiled and said, "Of course, accepting questions and answers from readers is also part of the author's job."
Palmer seemed even more excited. Cinderella on the side felt that something was not good about the situation. She wanted to stop Palmer, but Cinderella knew that Palmer would not like Irwin's answer.
Irving is like a ruthless steamroller, he will crush everyone's fantasies into pieces.
But just when Cinderella was about to speak to stop Palmer, Cinderella suddenly stopped, and a bleak smirk appeared on the corner of her mouth.
