"Genius, truly a genius idea!"
The editor-in-chief of Sun Society, the tall and thin Mr. Duke, slammed the table as he showered Roland's initial draft with high praise.
He adjusted his glasses, and his previously icy expression melted like spring.
"Ah, Mr. Roland, Miss Sif, it is an honor for our society that you both chose to submit manuscripts to us!"
He shook the bell vigorously, harshly scolding the quickly summoned servant to serve tea to the distinguished guests.
Later, he lavished praise on Roland in an excessively sycophantic tone.
"Mr. Roland, your article is in a style I seldom encounter."
"To be frank, the current literary scene in Sussex has gone astray. Many so-called literary bigshots write nothing but pointless lamentations."
Even someone as thick-skinned as Roland felt a bit embarrassed by such straightforward compliments.
