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However, since Vicki’s opera could become popular, it shouldn’t be hard to promote spending a few dozens of copper coins to buy a ticket to watch a movie in this world where entertainment was scarce.

As long as the habit of watching movies were formed, everything would be easy.

Mag didn’t like to make movies, he just wanted to get famous.

Being famous could extend his lifespan!

He didn’t want to die at the age of 100 and pass his wife and daughters to someone else. He couldn’t take it lying down!

Seven days went by in a flash after they returned from Rodu. Mag didn’t care about the favors that Madam Denise threw over at him. He ran to Rodu early in the morning.

“Is it already the seventh day?” Vicki stared at Mag in a daze at the door for a while with two dark circles under her eyes.

“Yes, today’s the seventh day.” Mag nodded smilingly. He came like an editor rushing a writer for a manuscript.

“Wait a sec. I’ll go wash my face first.” Vicki slammed the door and then spent her time freshening up for over an hour.

Mag went to chit chat with Miss Eiffie for a while, before checking out the cinema construction site. He also checked on the quality of the vendors that moved in recently.

Vicki, who had washed up, finally came out with a stack of thick books when he returned to the theater.

“Have you had breakfast?” Mag placed a bowl of shaved noodles that he made in the kitchen of a tavern next door in front of Vicki.

“Grrrr—”

Vicki’s stomach grumbled before she could say she wasn’t hungry.

“Let’s eat first. We’ll talk after you’ve finished,” Mag said with a laugh. Mag could see that this lass must have pulled all nighters to write the script.

“Then, I won’t stand on ceremony with you.” Vicki picked up the chopsticks and started slurping the shaved noodles.

The hungry stomach received the most beautiful consolation. Her tiredness was instantly relieved. It was much more effective than the Spring of Life which she had already built up a resistance to.

“Yummy,” Vicki mumbled with puffed out cheeks.

Mag leaned back against his chair and looked at Vicki, who looked a little silly, with a smile.

This lass looked like a high-born young mistress, but she worked very hard. He wasn’t expecting much when he came today. However, looking at her now, the script should be almost completed.

The bowl of shaved noodles fully ended up in Vicki’s tummy quickly. She even finished all the soup.

Putting down the bowl, Vicki was still reminiscing over it. She hadn’t had such a scrumptious and comfortable breakfast for a long time.

“One more, please,” Vicki said instinctively.

“Should I go make another bowl for you?” Mag got up.

“No, no, no. I’m just joking.” Vicki quickly stopped him with a blush.

This was Alex. She wasn’t that high-and-mighty.

Mag sat down again and Vicki put the bowl to one side before passing that thick book over.

“Is it completed?” Mag took the book. On the cover was: “Love of a Succubus” (tentatively).

_.

“The script is almost completed, but there are still many details that need to be finetuned. Some dialogues need to be amended as well.” Vicki nodded and shyly said, “Especially the ending and the climax. The script was rushed, so there’s a lot of areas which we can improve on.”

Mag read the contents for a while and he could generally see the storyline. However, the plot was still a little rough and indeed had room for improvement.

Furthermore, this was a script. It was different from a novel, so it was harder to read.

With regard to improvement, Mag happened to have someone whom he could make use of.

“It’s quite good. It’s already not bad that you could finish it to this standard in such a short time.” Mag closed the script and smilingly said, “Then, I’ll hold onto this script first and you’ll continue to improve on it. I’ll get a novelist to adapt it into a novel and put it on the market first.”

“Adapt it into a novel?” Vicki was a little shocked.

Mag nodded and said, “Yes. This is a completely new story after all. It isn’t practical to try to attract the viewers into the cinema right away. Hence, I intend to adapt it into a novel and make it famous. This will allow the later publicity to achieve a better effect.”

“You really have great foresight.” Vicki looked at Mag with admiration. His understanding on business operations had exceeded hers.

“Don’t worry. I’ll let you see the adaptation after it’s done. I’ll only publish it after it’s reached your standards.” Mag said to Vicki, “This is your work after all. I’ll respect your opinion fully.”

“Mmm.” Vicki nodded with a smile. She felt a warmth in her heart. She was indeed touched by it.

“I won’t be coming to Rodu often in the future. Message me when you’re done with the script, and I’ll come and get it.” Mag got up after saying that.

Vicki got up and said to Mag, “Wait a sec. Do you have any candidates for the actors? How’s their acting?”

Mag pondered for a while before nodding. “I think their acting is not bad. After all, it’s true to the characters.”

Vicki had a weird expression. Mag did look like he was playing himself. After all, even if he didn’t slay the Great Old One, he had sealed it.

But, who would be the succubus?

“What about the succubus?” Vicki asked.

“She’s my restaurant’s employee. Her acting talent is not bad, but after your reminder, I think it’s necessary to send her to you to brush up on her acting skills. This way it would prevent her from being a hindrance.” Mag nodded thoughtfully.

“Actually... I can play a lot of roles.” Vicki flicked her hair and tried to reveal an expression that she thought was seductive.

Mag glanced at her and shook his head. “You’re still small. You need to grow bigger first.”

“You leave first. I’ll give you the script once it’s done,” Vicki said angrily and got up to send him off.

“Come and visit when you’re free. I’ll treat you to grilled meat,” Mag said with a smile and got up to walk to the door.

Vicki wanted to decline with pride, but she changed her words once he mentioned grilled meat. “Alright, I’ll definitely come!”

The grilled meat was simply too delicious and... irresistible!

***

Mag went back to Chaos City with the script and then went to Cynthia’s home.

After knocking, Cynthia opened the door and looked at him with a yawn. She looked like she had just woken up.

“Take this. This is the first work to complete in your agreement.” Mag passed the script to her.

Cynthia took the book and frowned before saying disdainfully, “‘Love of A Succubus’? What a tacky title.”

“What about ‘Phantom of the Kitchen’?” Mag asked.

“That’s even tackier,” Cynthia answered him gravely.

Mag was silent for a moment before he pushed the blame away, “The title was also suggested by the script writer.”

Cynthia flipped through a few pages and puzzledly asked, “What form of writing is this? Is this a theater’s script? But, it seems a little different?”