Chapter 70

The protest, which was likely to explode at any moment, began to cool off as Isaac wrote a letter to the publisher.

The content of the letter was very long enough to fill one page, but to summarize it roughly, it went like this.

[I'm really nervous because it's so noisy. What if this hurts me too? Don't worry too much because I didn't receive any pressure or threats. And I'm very healthy, I write as a hobby, and I have a lot of work to do, so I'm taking a short break. So, please don't misunderstand me and wait a little bit. love you. Readers.]

Even the protesters withdrew at the sincere request that filled one page… In the first place, they rebutted not to lie.

I shouted out whether the letter was really written by Isaac, and whether he wrote a false letter to cover up the situation somehow because it looked like a volcano was about to explode.

It was definitely true, so the publisher showed it with actions instead of words. This is the original volume of Zeno's biography.

The beginning of Zeno's biography, which is a masterpiece that started to leave a big mark in the cultural world and is now loved by all.

It wasn't even a manuscript written by a publisher, but it was written by Isaac himself with a pen. Naturally, the public couldn't help but be astonished.

"It's a lie! How are we supposed to believe!"

"Give me proof that it's a real original, not a transcription!"

"Prove that it's real!"

Of course, I didn't believe it straight away. From the standpoint of the protesters, they cannot but easily believe that the letter and the manuscript that the publisher announced as the first draft are genuine.

The demonstrators were a mixture of men and women of all ages, but among them there are quite a few people with worldly experience. In other words, you know how dirty and filthy the world above is.

For this reason, even if the publisher said it was the first draft, he could not be trusted, but soon the situation was reversed.

"Gee, I think it's a real draft? It's not a manuscript, it's the original."

"Is that real?"

"For what reason? Is it because the manuscript is old?"

"No. There's no reason why the manuscript paper is old. It could have been written on old manuscript paper. But it's not ink. If the color of the ink changes, it means it was written a long time ago. Above all else, do you see the countless dots here? It's a sign of trouble. Writers go through a lot of thought in the first part of the introduction."

It was confirmed when a collector and an expert who came to hear the news checked the draft.

Even if it was an ordinary collector, he was one of the most recognizable collectors in the Minerva Empire, so his credibility was inevitably increased.

"Are there any traces of the use of magic? You never know."

"Look. Magic has infinite abilities, but there's nothing to do with time. But, this manuscript is full of traces of time. So I have no choice but to believe that it's genuine."

"I really…!"

When there was evidence of nailing at all, the publisher's spokesperson wanted to dance right away. However, the situation was not yet completely over, so he managed to suppress his feelings.

The spokesperson then quickly intercepted the original from the collector and shouted at the crowd focused on him. Since the publishing house had chosen a person with a louder voice, it was the size of a resonating sound.

"Now, I believe the proof would have been enough! The handwriting of this original letter and the letter here match perfectly! So, the content of this letter is what writer Xenon wants to tell you! Do you want to protest like this! What will you do if the protest becomes more intense and harms the writer who is hiding?"

"What more can we say?"

"If the writer is like that, then I should go."

"Let's go back. Two years is a long time, but what can we do? The writer wants to take a break, but there is nothing we can do about it."

"Ew… I'll have to work for two years."

As a result, the long and protracted protests were gradually disbanded. Even in the midst of disbanding, there were some people who looked at the publishing house with regretful eyes, but they turned away soon after.

However, there were some who did not go to the end and endured it, but most of them are focusing on the draft.

'The first draft of Xenon's biography…'

'How much will I do that?'

'If only that…'

There is an object of high value in front of you that has to be designated as a national treasure, and you are likely to get greedy. The employees also got goosebumps at the strange atmosphere and hurried into the company.

And as soon as I entered the company, I could see the boss fidgeting in the hallway and going back and forth. The boss hurriedly asked him when the employee who made the announcement came back with a draft.

"Uh, what's going on? The protesters? Have they all left?"

"Of course. Those who remain will be back soon."

"Whoa… it's been an hour. You did a good job. You did a really good job."

In response to the employee's reply, the boss sighed in relief and patted his shoulder as if he had worked hard.

The staff were smiling on the outside, but on the inside they were looking forward to it. Usually, the president of a publishing company pays huge compensation when his performance is good.

The reason that I was able to persevere and endure even when working life was difficult is because of the generosity of the president.

"You worked really hard. I'll pay you a generous bounty, so get off work now."

"thank you!"

"What is thanks. I'm thankful for everything. Heh heh heh."

When the boss burst into laughter, the staff smiled all over their faces. Usually, work life is often messed up by bosses, but this is not the case here.

The biggest reason that a publishing company was able to inflate its size is Xenon's biography, but the reason it was able to get through the pouring work was thanks to the president.

The problem is, though, that he's the boss. Still, the employee was stunned at the thought of leaving the office with a hefty bounty.

"Ah. And give me the first draft right here. I'll have to deal with it quickly."

"Okay. How are you going to handle this?"

"I have an idea. Give it to me."

The employee delivered the draft to him without any doubt at the boss's urging. The president sighed once more after checking whether the draft of Xenon's biography was correct several times.

As of today, the storm seems to have subsided. For the president, it means that he will no longer have to deal with the nobles who come every day.

My hair, which had been plentiful recently, was all gone due to stress, but I was fortunate. After telling the employee to go, the boss went back to his boss's office.

"Are you here?"

Returning to the president's office, Matthew, the secretary trusted by the president, was waiting for him. He's here because he told me to come first and wait.

So, the president looked at his face once and put his buttocks on the desk chair. The soft leather feel passed down his back.

"Whoa…"

"Did the job go smoothly?"

"Yeah. Now, the protesters won't be screaming or the nobles will come to visit."

"Fortunately, the."

"I'm glad I didn't. At the end of the day, our precious company almost burned down."

just burn it Matthew was half genuinely sorry.

One of the dreams of an office worker is to burn the company he works for. Matthew felt that way even more strongly because he was a slave to his boss.

Of course, I'm only thinking about it in my mind, and I've never had it come out of my mouth. The reason I keep this shitty job is because it pays a lot.

"Ah. Come to think of it, who was the employee on the watch today?"

"This is Elise."

"Then, you stand together today."

"…Yeah?"

Matthew blinked. It was because the sudden order of the president did not understand.

The president showed the draft to Matthew and began to come up with a proper explanation.

"As you know, we have to keep this draft until the messenger arrives. He said it would come in three days at the latest, so we have to keep it until then. If this disappears, our company will be over."

i wish it was over But today is Thursday, so I think it will be okay. Matthew grumbled inwardly and nodded his head.

The president looked at the draft with a serious face, not knowing his inner thoughts. As of today, news that this draft is genuine is going to spread all over the place, so it's urgent to deal with it quickly.

It's not anything else, it's a first draft of Xenon's biography.

Since it is an item that should be designated as a national treasure, the publisher cannot afford it. Perhaps a high-ranking aristocrat, who heard the news tomorrow, will come to you and ask you to hand over the draft for an unimaginable amount of money.

But, as I said before, I don't do stupid things to cut the goose that lays golden eggs. Above all, the author presented the draft as a kind of evidence and did not completely transfer ownership.

In other words, your life ends the moment you make your first draft. The president carefully swept the draft and raised his head.

'I should put this in the safe.'

Only the boss knows the password for the safe in the president's office. Anyway, Matthew, who is on duty today, will only keep the safe located in the president's office.

I don't think it will be stolen. Matthew isn't shy about doing that, and he doesn't even know the password.

The president let out a long snort and opened his mouth quietly, feeling relieved.

"I beg you sisters and sisters, but you must protect the safe. If this disappears, I want you to know that not only me but also our publishing house will be blown away."

"I know. But why are you putting it in the company safe? The boss doesn't manage it himself."

"It's because we don't have a proper place to put it in our house. There's nothing more secure than a company safe. Look at that."

The boss pointed to one side and Matthew's gaze followed. The entrance to the safe, which was integrated with the wall, caught my eye.

Originally, it is a place where the president manages the books directly managed by him. It is also a place where cash obtained through tax evasion and bribery is kept.

So, you can trust only one security thing. Passwords are also passwords, but there are very few people who can crack them all.

Matthew nodded as soon as he saw the look of the safe. If that's the case, you can definitely believe it.

"Okay. But can it be just the two of us? Wouldn't it be better to hire an adventurer just in case?"

"Don't worry. There won't be any big ones who are going to run today anyway. At least it will take at least three days for the news to spread. Then it's time to hand over the draft to the messenger."

"okay."

"Well, from the second day onwards, it would be better to hire an adventurer as you said.

that's no problem Matthew readily accepted the boss's instructions.

When the situation seemed to be settled, the president leaned his back on the chair and gently closed his eyes. He couldn't sleep for the past few days, and after living only at the company, he was exhausted.

As of today, I only wanted to go home after a long time and rest in peace.

'Now it's over…'

yes. I really thought today was the end.

"Boss! It's a big deal!"

"What? Why did the nobles come to see you again all of a sudden?"

"No! I got to work today and Matthew and Ellis are down, and above all…!"

– The safe has been stolen!

Until something that should never happen happens.

The boss put on an expression that he did not understand the situation for about 5 seconds at the employee's cry. I wondered what the hell he was hearing.

However, after fully accepting the situation, his face turned blue and he hurriedly ran to the president's office. As he was rushing to the president's office, he could see Matthew and an employee on the watch being carried away.

In my heart, I wanted to check their condition, but because of the urgent situation, I had no choice but to ignore them. The boss ran through the thoughts quickly in his head as he ran to his office.

'The safe was stolen? Didn't you crack the password? How is this possible?'

The safe with the draft is too heavy to even carry it around, and it is integrated with the wall in the first place.

It is difficult to even destroy it because it is a safe that has even been treated with magic. Even if it was destroyed, the noise was so great that it was impossible not to notice.

It would be…

"…her."

dump-

The boss had no choice but to kneel at the sight of the safe as if the wall had been torn off.

'…I'm done.'

Another storm began to come.