After twenty minutes of washing up, changing into the cleanest clothes, Ma Long, who was completely refreshed, walked down the attic, and walked quickly through the narrow streets of the slums with the manuscript of "The Little Prince" in his arms, and walked towards the only rail-steam bus platform in the slum.

Although it is always not very punctual, taking the rail steam bus is still the most convenient choice for those publishing houses located in the central city.

There are always three or two men who are missing arms and broken legs on both sides of the gray slum streets. Although they are still in a state of depressed spirits, they have all kinds of races... humans, dwarves, elves, orcs, and a larger number of mixed-race people.

They once fought for soldiers and were full of passion for Luo Ling's freedom, and were hailed as heroes.

Now that the war is over, I can only get a meager pension and then fall into the slums and no one cares about it.

Ma Long sighed lightly, lowered his head and walked forward silently. He could not help these disabled veterans who were already cold in blood.

Walking through the street corner, a huge steam locomotive suddenly crossed the side in front of Ma Long with a not-so-beautiful elegance.

"Hi, Ma Long! See who is coming to see you? And where are you planning to go?"

A big-shouldered young man with a round waist took off his large sunglasses on the bridge of his collapsed nose and greeted Ma Long with his hand that had only three fingers.

"Ester?"

Ma Long looked up and told him that the tauren boy was named Ester, and he was a friend who had been playing with since childhood, but he moved out of the slum last year.

This kind of thing is not surprising. After all, even in a slum, millionaires occasionally appear.

Ester's father is such a guy who is extremely lucky and capable, even if he looks just a silly, big, black and thick tauren.

As for Ester, he had actually not returned to the slum for a long time, but Malone could see that Ester was not a rich guy who would immediately choose to forget his poor friend.

So, after saying hello, Ma Long smiled and said again: "Long time no see, well... the car is good."

"Hahaha, of course it's good!"

After receiving Ma Long's praise, the Taurus boy grinned and laughed loudly. He reached out and patted the steel mount under his crotch twice. He continued to show off: "The Saber-toothed Leopard Three Steam Locomotive! The powerful one can drag mammoths, the fastest one is better than the Cloud Leopard, and the quality one is better than the Taurus... A few dozen days ago, it was still an important military supplies. My father asked for contact and paid out two hundred rands before he found it from the remaining military supplies warehouse!"

The word "rand" is not unfamiliar with Malone. It is the currency unit of the Republic of Loling. Although Malone's current property is only... two rands and seven pence and four pence.

While speaking, Ester, who was tall and big, had already jumped off the steam locomotive. He held it in one hand and was so thin that he could be compared to being thin.

"Brother, you haven't answered my question yet."

Ester's unique big mouth came to Malone's ears almost at zero.

"I'm just going to go to Banmubuk Street and do something small."

Malone replied with a wry smile, trying to break free from Ester's embrace while answering, for no reason - Ester is a tauren after all, he is too gentle when speaking, and his saliva is splashing.

"Banmubuk Street? This is so far away!" Ester touched his chin, and the next moment, Malone was dragged by him onto the saber-toothed Leopard three-type steam locomotive.

"Brother, please praise me quickly! Ha, because I suddenly decided to take you to Banmubuk Street!"

When he turned his head and spoke, the tauren boy showed a heartless and bright smile.

This scene made Ma Long feel warm involuntarily.

Because he inherited the memory of Malone-Liszt, Malone "reminisced" of a little calf wearing open-crotch pants.

"Hey, is your name Ma Long? As long as you promise to be friends with me, then I, Ester Stone Hoof, will always be covered by you!"

Then, there is a heartless and bright smile in front of you, almost twice as tender as the tender but almost the same.

Oh……

Haven't this Ester forgotten this oath?

It’s a pity that I, Ma Long, is not Ma Long Ester, who you played since childhood.

"Thank you, Ester."

Ma Long sighed a little. He could not tell the Taurus boy that the truth was really similar. All he could say was thank you.

"Damn, what kind of praise is this? Forget it, you guy has been as sticky as a pure-blooded elf since you were a child!"

Ester, who had no idea what Malone was thinking, started the motorcycle skillfully while complaining, and rushed across the crossroads with extremely cool wind amid the roar of the rumbling steam engine.

only……

Almost an hour and a half later, Malone, with a messy hairstyle, stood on the side of the road two and a half streets away from Banmubuk Street, with her face full of laughter and crying.

The Saber-toothed Leopard three-type steam locomotive that "a great quality that is better than a tauren" mentioned by Ester now occupied one-third of the street like a large iron turtle. No matter how Ester, who was covered with oil and steam droplets, did not move.

"Damn it! No wonder it's only 200 rand. The most core charging magic crystal of this damn motorcycle is definitely a low-quality artificial product from the Tamsui Valley brand! Absolutely!"

After realizing that no matter how hard he tried, he could not start the steam locomotive that was completely lying on his face, Ester, whose face was flushed and red, started to curse.

"Don't be angry with Ester. There seems to be no steam locomotive repair shop nearby. Let's find a way to get this guy to the nearest repair shop."

This steam locomotive and Malone saw the floating boat in the morning were actually only the size difference. Both are structures that charge magic crystal core drive the steam engine to generate driving force. This is too high-tech and too fantasy for Malone.

"Eight Streets! Brother, the nearest Magic Crystal Steam Locomotive Repair Factory is eight streets away from this damn place! Do you think we can drag this thing eight streets with us?"

Ester continued to scream. He wanted to kick the steam locomotive that made him embarrassed, but he still couldn't bear to leave it.

"Okay...brother, what exactly are you going to Banmubuk Street?"

Depressedly, Ester will fall back on Malone.

“Go to contribute.”

Ma Long tells the truth.

While speaking, Ma Long took out the large stack of bound manuscripts of "Little Prince" as evidence and shook them.

"Ha? Submission?" Ester's pair of round eyes suddenly turned into a round one. He looked up at Ma Long with a messy hairstyle, and then raised his throat and said this-

"This is incredible! In other words, I, Ester, the brother of Shitu, are about to become a great writer?!"

Perhaps because Ester's voice was too loud, an old bald goblin who was originally just passing by was soy sauce moved his sharp ears and stopped passing by.

"Little guy, can I read your manuscript?" The old goblin man walked towards Ma Long, looked at Ma Long with interest, and continued, "I am Old Garvey-Riley, I guess... you should have heard of this name."

After listening to the words of the old goblin man, Malone's expression was obviously a little surprised because he had indeed heard of the name Old Garvey-Riley.

Because Old Garvey Reilly is the boss of Golden Reilly Publishing House, Malone is planning to contribute!

Golden Reilly Publishing House is the largest and most famous publishing house in White Sands City.

"Of course, Mr. Riley."

So, Ma Long handed over the original manuscript of "The Little Prince" without hesitation.
Chapter completed!