Albedo just wanted to write, and wanted to write a book that was attractive enough through her own ideas.

But for so long, she really couldn't do such a thing, and because of the bottleneck of creation, she always went around in circles and couldn't find a solution at all, or even... she didn't even know that she needed to solve the problem.

However, Droste's suggestion seemed to have slightly pried open a window in her heart, allowing the bright light to shine in, and suddenly gave her the idea that creation together with two people was the real creation.

So...want to say it?

"What do you think, Miss Albedo?" Droste smiled faintly and then asked Albedo's opinion.

"Well... I'll think about it. After all, creation is very important to me. It is an outlet for my inner world and a carrier of my emotions and thoughts. Whenever I immerse myself in the ocean of creation, it's as if I have found my truest self."

"creation……"

Albedo even became a little excited when talking about this, and expressed it to Droste freely.

As for Droste, although he did not particularly understand this feeling, as a good listener, he was willing to understand Albedo's creative philosophy. If there was an opportunity in the future, Droste felt that he could help Miss Albedo do so.

"Droste are you listening?"

"Well, I can probably understand how you feel, Miss Albedo."

"Ok."

Albedo took a deep breath, and the curves of her nightgown rose and fell slowly with her breath. She looked at Droste in front of her with clear eyes, and she felt a slight liking for this thin and gentle landlord.

"Ding! Tenant: Albedo's belongingness increases by five points."

A familiar broadcast sounded in Droste's mind, and he felt somewhat satisfied. It seemed that what Nigret said was right. Creation was what Albedo cared about.

After all, everything is difficult at the beginning. This is just the first step to getting to know Miss Albedo, and there will be more time in the future.

Thinking of this, Droste continued to exchange a few words with Miss Albedo. After chatting with each other, Droste proposed to leave.

Watching Droste leave, Miss Albedo looked at the figure with a cold gaze, and a ripple seemed to arise in her calm heart.

If you work with someone who can help you create, I wonder what kind of sparks will be created.

Such thoughts continued to recur in Albedo's mind until she sat down in front of her own manuscript, looking at the relatively complicated manuscript, the setting outline she had made, and the various extremely messy writing designs.

She once again hit a creative bottleneck.

“Do I really need to find someone…? But I’m writing critical literature…” Albedo muttered to herself, looking at the white paper in front of her.

Thinking, Albedo slowly crossed her thighs and raised her legs to make herself comfortable. The gray suspender nightgown could not hide her tight legs, which were vaguely visible. The cool and simple suspender nightgown, with obvious collarbones highlighting the beauty of her figure, also had a deep ravine.

The crossed legs hooked on the home shoes, swaying as if they were about to fall off. The five crystal nails on the white and tender little feet made people exclaim: the fragrance of jade feet! !

Expert!
And Droste was walking towards Mrs. Isabel's shop, and it was almost sunset.

Following Droste's footsteps, the afterglow of the setting sun spread over the streets, adding a touch of golden tenderness to the evening. The shops on both sides of the street lit up their lights one after another, and the color of the sky gradually transitioned from bright blue to warm orange-yellow, foreshadowing the arrival of night.

As Droste walked along the road, his mind was not at all on the orange afterglow of the sunset. While he was calm, he thought about Albedo's matter.

As the former editor-in-chief of a newspaper and now a full-time writer, Albedo appears to be very polite and gentle, but in fact she is aloof and distant, keeping people at a distance.

According to Nigret, Miss Albedo is very passionate about creation, but when Droste offered to help her with the creation, Miss Albedo directly refused and even hesitated slightly.

This shows that deep down in her heart, Miss Albedo is still accustomed to creating alone. Even though her eyes lit up when Droste made the suggestion, in reality, it was almost difficult for her to agree to create with Droste.

This degree of belonging is harder than imagined, even though Droste has a harmless image and can deal with all kinds of girls.

For example, Mrs. Isabel is actually very gentle, simple and affectionate.

For example, Phoenix is ​​cute and has some childish attributes. It is totally okay to fall in love with her if you accompany her for a long time.

For example, Teacher Ilinar herself has a longing for the original body and is actually very easy to get along with.

As for the source of her bloodline, teacher Fremeia, it seemed that the feeling of being peeped at had gradually made her sink, and although she seemed to be rather cold and mysterious, in fact, after living for so long, she was still so innocent that she was almost unworthy of her identity as a vampire.

Albedo was completely flawless and thoughtful. She sent her sister to Droste, which saved her life, although she would not take her away. She also satisfied Nigret's fanatical admiration and let her stay by her side.

For Nigredo, it was simply perfect.

With such a mindset, it seems like he is not someone that can be easily dealt with.

Droste thought for a while, but couldn't think of any solution. Even using unconventional methods to increase his favorability was impossible, let alone refusing his help or anything else.

We can only try from another direction.

As Droste was thinking this, he had unknowingly walked to Mrs. Isabel's shop. He watched the dessert shop gradually become less crowded with people and the busy figures at the bar. Their fair skin even emitted a faint glow under the warm orange light.

She is still the familiar Mrs. Isabel, still the gentle, virtuous and beautiful Mrs. Isabel.

Droste pursed his lips, smiled and walked forward, giving way to everything. Now it was Mrs. Isabel's time.

Any time, any place!
Super landlord, take debt collection seriously!
Droste stretched out his hand and pushed open the glass door. The wind chimes rang, raising a pleasant sound. (End of this chapter)