"Then why are you doing this?"
Bologue noticed the doubt, "Your work is not yet finished, if you died, it would become incomplete."
Erwin Flesher.
As the conversation deepened, the blurry figure in Bologue's eyes gradually became clearer.
Bologue said, "I think you should be someone who pursues perfection in your work."
Erwin took out another identical draft and handed it to Bologue, "Precisely because I pursue perfection, I must do this."
"If you've been following my news, you should know, this new book will be my... autobiography? An autobiographical fantasy novel."
Erwin seemed a bit embarrassed when he mentioned this, feeling that only noble and admirable people deserve autobiographies. Writing one for himself seemed somewhat vain and arrogant.
"Fantasy is just the external rhetoric. Actually, all the content is real," Bologue picked up the hefty draft, "all adapted from real events."
Erwin reiterated, "That's right, adapted from real events."
