Infrastructure starts from the game

While the editor-in-chief of Heck was preparing the content of the program, Angel was busy with the hardware problems of the live broadcast.

He roared angrily: "Who the hell said that it was going to be broadcast live?!"

"Meow yourself." Mithril lazily said.

"So why should I choose live broadcast?!" Angor said madly, "Tracking magic can't capture so many people at once! The fixed monitoring magic of the magic base station has a problem with the angle of view, and how to choose the camera crop is also a problem. After all Who gave me the confidence to live broadcast in this world where even TV is not popular?!"

Is the dog operation turned out to be me? !

Mithril looked at Angor indifferently.

This is a normal situation for mages.

Mages are very good at proposing a project, and then making themselves want to die during the implementation process. From this point of view, the number of times Angel went crazy is considered rare.

But looking at the gold coins spread in the cat's nest, Mithril sighed.

This activity is very profitable!

Although there was a prize pool after the Holy Spirit Festival, it was mainly to recover the value overflowed during the New Year, and the cost of the physical prize pool was not low. In addition, the promotion of the prize pool for the first time was not in place, so the money earned could only be Said it was ordinary.

But this time the limited prize pool has aroused the enthusiasm of the whole people for the lottery.

This time the direction of the prize pool is very clear, that is, the flying race.

No matter how stingy a person thinks that the objects drawn in the prize pool will be available soon, they will be moved.

The most important thing is that the cost is also low.

Angel asked Nightingale to improve the energy system of the flying broom. Its propulsion is basically powered by electricity, but its operation is carried out with a magic circle. In the card pool, except for a few high-level magicians whose magic circles are more expensive, other low-level magicians draw The magic circle is basically the price of cabbage when you buy it-although the magic circle of a high-level magician is expensive, it is not expensive when there is only a [-]% chance of getting it in the prize pool.

Gold coins filled Mithril's cathouse on the day the prize pool started.

Mithril decided to treat Angor better.

"I don't think it's that bad. Even if there are a lot of blank shots and focus mistakes, and even lose people, but it's the first time, everyone will forgive me." Mithril patted Angel's arm and said .

Angel ignored it.

No wonder such consolation would work.

Seeing this, Mithril circled around Angor and changed his strategy.

It rubbed its face with its front paws, and when it was put down, it was an innocent and lovely kitten.

The innocent and cute kitty said in a sweet voice: "Master, you are so perfect meow! Let people all over the world pay attention to the game through live broadcast, and pay for it, how did you come up with such a genius idea meow? !...Hey, you still feel dissatisfied? You are too strict with yourself, Mithril thinks that you are already the greatest magician in this world."

After Mithril said this, he opened his shiny heterochromatic pupils and stared at Angel.

"Ugh……"

Angel didn't speak but sighed and turned his head to the other side.

Mithril went around to Angor's front without giving up: "I'm serious, I don't know what the 'live broadcast' you imagined, but now people find it quite interesting." It's now The tone is several times more sincere than the business attitude just now.

But Angel still didn't speak.

Is he worried about "fun"? He is worried about technical issues!

Mithril looked helplessly at its master lying on the table like a dead dog, and finally resisted the humiliation and moved its furry body over: "Otherwise, tell me what is the main problem you are worrying about? Let's think about it together." Method?"

Angor finally looked at Mithril.

"You?" Angel asked.

What do you mean meow? !

This is simply more humiliating to Meow than directly laughing at it.

Just considering Angor's mood, Mithril resisted the urge to wave his paws, and tried his best to say softly: "You can treat me like a tree hole! If you say it, at least you can organize your thinking."

Angel heard that there were finally signs of loosening, but he didn't think it would be of much use.

"What else can it be? The main problem is of course the server." Angel said.

For the wizarding world, "live broadcast" is actually less rare than technological civilization. As long as the conditions are right, even a slightly capable mage can use a crystal ball to monitor someone's real-time status.

The only thing to worry about is the data exchange of the Dandelion base station.

That's right, Angel was afraid that the server would crash again.

In other words, in such a game, it is inevitable that the server will crash once or twice. Even if Angel sacrificed the entire abyss, he has no confidence in thinking that the base station will have nothing wrong with it.

"So we must prepare the server preparation plan from the beginning," Angel said, "Actually, for this part of the bug, I want to use the guardian mages."

use...?

Mithril resisted the urge to complain and listened to Angel continue.

"They helped plan the road map and are most familiar with this road, so whether they are temporary referees, staff members, or supplementary photography, they are very suitable."

...How far do you want to squeeze people? !

Angel looked at the map and sighed: "However, in practice, these mages are really not good enough. Let alone their poor photography skills, their flying speeds are also uneven, and they can't even find tracking photography. Once the base station If something goes wrong, they cannot become a fighting force."

"I think you are asking too much of them. Guardian mages are also mages. Even after training, they can only say that they have a higher level of spellcasting. Maybe their flying level is not as good as some players! You want them to supplement the functions of the base station. , and asking them to take good care of every contestant, it’s just making things difficult for them.”

"That's right." Angel sighed, "It would be great if there were more reliable employees, such as Wind Fairy."

Have you already considered guardian mages as your employees by default?

and many more……

"Wind fairies... are they also called 'wind fairies'?" Mithril asked, "I remember that they belong to a branch that is very close to humans among fairies?"

"Almost. This group of elves mainly lives in the western region. They have the ability to control the wind and fly at high speed. In the spring, they will help local farmers herd bees. It can be said that they are quite friendly to humans among the elves." Angel explained. .

But that's not something a cat would be interested in.

Angel reacted slowly, looked at Mithril and confirmed, "Do you have any clues about the Wind Fairy?"

"It's not meow, I just heard about it," Mithril said, "The Charming Daughter once saved a group of wind fairies who had lost their homeland in the western region, and brought them to the misty forest... Meow!"

"Mithril! Mithril! You are the best cat in the world!" Angel hugged Mithril.

"Put this book down!"

"I'll let the 'people' find them now!" Angel said, he suddenly paused, "But Mithril, you know a lot about the legend of the Charming Daughter! You even know such trivial things. "

This kind of "little thing" will not be recorded in the history of magic. Whether Cecilia himself remembers it is a question.

Mithril snorted coldly: "Is there?"

"So, that's why you're here?"

Hearing the questions from the wind fairies, Nana, the snow fairy from the north, almost cried in humiliation.

She didn't want to do such a thing!

Nana is a member of the "Cecilia Observation Group". Ever since she met the black robe in Academy City, she has been very wary of that black robe, especially since the other party's surname is Cecilia. Look like something big happened.

That's why Nana, together with the elves, the centaurs, and the Snow Clan, monitored, no, observed the actions of the black robe to confirm whether he was related to the last Cecilia.

But not long ago, the black robe used some evil means to abduct the Snow Clan!

Recently, when Nana was observing, she was accidentally caught by the black robe!

The evil black robe threatened her that if he wanted to let Nana's "disrespectful behavior" go to the misty forest to find the wind fairy.

——Fairies have a special connection, and only fairies can find them.

Nana had to come.

The little fairy Nana couldn't figure it out. She had been "quietly" observing the black robe for several months since Academy City, how could she be caught?And it was when the other "watcher companions" were not around.

The wind goblin didn't know about the humiliation of the snow goblin, they flew around Nana curiously.

"Your wings are made of ice!"

"The wings are frozen, why can I still fly?"

"Are you really a fairy? You won't use snow to pinch a pair of wings to lie to us, will you?"

"Why won't this ice melt?"

"Will it melt with fire?"

Fairies are not at all polite to their kind with their curiosity.

However, the Wind Fairy and the Snow Fairy are distant relatives in terms of blood, but one lives in the west and the other lives in the north. The distance is very far, and they usually don't meet each other, so it is inevitable to be curious.

Nana was furious: "Don't touch my wings, and don't bring fire!" She screamed and wanted to avoid these wind fairies, but unfortunately she was not as fast as them, so she could only blow a cold wind.

Those goblins froze immediately.

Nana put her hands on her hips and said, "I'm not here to be visited by you, but to pass on a message to the black robe! Are you willing to help!"

"You have frozen our fellows, why should we help?" said a wind goblin.

"Forget it then." Nana turned her head and wanted to leave.

Her willingness to come here has already fulfilled the contract, as to whether she can persuade the other party to move her is none of her business!

But a few wind fairies surrounded her again: "Wait a minute, why don't you persuade me like this?"

"No sincerity at all."

"That's right, it's not fun at all."

The snow goblin said with a tiger face: "I didn't come to play with you!"

"Then let's at least talk about the specific situation!" Feng Yao said, "For example, what kind of human is that black robe? Is it fun? Is the flying competition he held fun?"

"I think flying contests should be fun, and it sounds like fun." Another wind fairy said.

"Speaking of which, we are obviously the fastest, why didn't we think of such an interesting idea of ​​starting a flying competition!"

"Why don't we hold one now?"

The wind goblin talked like this, shifting the focus indiscriminately, and quickly left Nana behind.

But so are fairies.

I don't know if it's because their brains are too small, but their temperament is also like that of children. They often shift their focus during conversations to entertain themselves.

The snow goblin is relatively qualitative in the goblin family.

Nana sneered as she watched the wind fairies with dragonfly wings quickly go off topic, thinking that Angel would never let these bugs do anything.

At this time, suddenly a human came out from the territory of the wind goblin.

"Even if you hold it yourself, it will never be as fun as Mr. Angel's 'Flying Contest'!"

When the wind goblin saw this human being, she chirped again:

"Alan Allen, have you finished writing today's story?"

"Yes, it must be [-] words!"

"Otherwise we will plant mushrooms on your brain and live directly in your brain!"

That's right, this human being is Alan, the famous writer who has been missing for many days and the screenwriter of "Magical Girl☆Maya".

He looked more lunatic than he did in the madhouse.

Not only is he wearing clothes woven from trees, vines and turf, but he also has long hair filled with flowers, like a vase-this is completely the aesthetic of the wind fairy.

During a trip back to Cecilia, Allen suddenly had a burst of inspiration, got off the train, and was caught by these goblins.

Looking back on the experience of these days, Allen felt unbearable.

It's okay to be shut up in a small black room by goblins every day. If you can't write, you can directly feed mushrooms and force code words. These goblins are simply more ruthless than all the editors he has ever seen!Although it is said that because of this, he saved 100 million manuscripts and finally finished writing "Detective Slime" and wrote another story by hand, but Alan doesn't want to have such an experience a second time.

He only thinks about how to escape now.

However, it is almost impossible to escape from the Wind Fairy with three pairs of ears and terrifying speed. Any slight movement of wind and grass can startle them.

After failing for the ninth time, Allen almost wanted to give up his life. At this time, the conversation from outside attracted his idea.

'That black robe' must be Lord Angel!

Only he came up with the idea of ​​using the goblin!

And when he fell from the sky (X) when he was in despair, Master Angel was indeed his god!

Allen thought moved.

Of course he would not let go of such a good opportunity and walked out immediately.

Of course, Allen wouldn't let the wind goblin change the subject so easily: "It doesn't matter what my manuscript is. The important thing now is the flying competition."

It's a pity that the wind goblin is not so easy to deceive.

They're easy to distract, but they're not dumb.

The wind goblin is very logical in this kind of thing: "The flying competition has nothing to do with Allen!"

"Yeah, you can't fly."

"For Allen, the manuscript is the most important thing."

"Unless you are willing to donate your brain." The wind fairies chirped and laughed.

Even Snow Fairy Nana couldn't help taking a breath, and circled around Alan twice: "Where did you find this! It looks like it can be eaten for hundreds of years."

"It's only a few decades!" said the wind goblin, "It will rot if it takes too long."

"You don't know how to preserve it, you can freeze it and enjoy it slowly."

Those who didn't know heard it, and thought that these goblins would eat people.

But in fact, it's almost the same. They will raise the human beings they like, and slowly extract the "story" of the other party.

It's terrible!

This kind of creature is simply the natural enemy of all text creators!

Allen confirmed that he absolutely wanted to run away, and he said with a bewitching voice: "Do you think this is a good deal? The stories in my mind will be there in the future, but when will Mr. Angel's flying contest be held! "

Although Alan doesn't know what the "Flying Contest" is, he can make it up on the spot.

At this moment, Allen already had five or six stories in his mind, and was considering which one to use to trick the wind goblin.

But the wind goblin was stunned: "Master Angel?"

"Yes! Master Angel Cecilia." Snow Fairy sneered.

Could it be that Master Angel's name is taboo to fairies?

Allen glanced at the snow goblin warily, doubting the snow goblin's intentions.

Nana proudly raised her chin.

After the second era, the fear of all races towards Cecilia is visible to the naked eye, otherwise Nana would not have stayed in the magic capital to observe Angel, she would not believe it, and the wind fairy would dare to leave this place after saying this name forest.

But the next moment, the wind fairies cheered:

"It's Cecilia-sama!"

"Is Master Cecilia back?"

"Even if it's not him, it's not easy to dare to use this name."

"In this case, let's go and have a look!"

The snow goblin was stunned, this scene was simply unreasonable.

She stomped angrily, "Are you sure? That might be the real Cecilia!"

"Isn't that better?" said a Wind Fairy.

All the wind fairies looked at the snow fairies, and the one in the lead approached Nana and said, "We are different from you. We never thought of cheating him or using him from the beginning to the end, so we are not afraid of him at all." return!"

In this way, the wind fairies quickly made their "pilgrimage to Cecilia" plan.

They mean it.

The wind goblin thinks that if it is the real Lord Cecilia, it is absolutely impolite to send only one or two representatives, so even if it is a counterfeit, it is worth the whole family to go-of course, if it is a trap, the whole team will be sent A goblin tribe of hundreds of goblins is enough to make the other party suffer.

They quickly packed everything in their tribe.

Including small clothes, nectar pots, small tents, magic mushrooms, grazing bee colonies, picked up babies, and Ellen.

This goblin tribe set off from the foggy forest mightily.

Of course, the distance from the Misty Forest to the magical capital is a bit far, especially for the goblins.

Although Angel gave the snow goblin a teleportation scroll, but that couldn't teleport the whole tribe, so the goblins thought of another way.

They robbed the train.

There is a train station near the place where the wind fairies live - where the wind fairies captured Alan - in the eyes of the fairies, there is a big monster driving past there every day, for three It is the greatest torture for the wind elves with ears, so they have wanted to collect tolls for a long time.

This rare opportunity (?), they robbed the train without hesitation.

"Send us to Cecilia!"

"Otherwise, use your head to grow mushrooms!"

The wind fairies said fiercely.

The driver of this train was an old man with a big white beard. He lived to be more than 60 years old. This was the first time he encountered this kind of robbery, and he couldn't react at all.

Allen said with a smile on the side: "You'd better listen to them, otherwise you will become like me!"

The old man shuddered suddenly.

He didn't want crown blossoms in the botanical sense at all.

"Please, please get on the train!" the train driver stammered, "We are going to Cecilia anyway."

The wind goblin cheered and was about to fly into the carriage.

But Allen stopped this group of goblins who were bound to cause chaos.

Now he just wants to reach Cecilia as soon as possible, and he doesn't want to go wrong in the middle: "No, we'll just sit on the head of the train. You see, this train is so long, the head must go to Cecilia first!"

"That's right!" The wind goblin nodded.

The driver tried to redeem: "Yes, but the carriage is more comfortable..."

As long as the goblin enters the carriage, it means the train conductor and other people have negotiated with them, and it has nothing to do with him as the driver.

At this time, the goblin became smarter: "Your human size, how do you know whether our goblins are comfortable or not?"

"There's nothing wrong with it, is there?"

"Speaking of which, there are a lot of human beings in this monster's belly. With such a heavy belly, it must not be able to run fast."

"I saw last time that this monster's stomach can be cut off, and it can still run."

"Then cut off the stomach!"

"Cut it off!"

The wind goblin chirped like that, and then they formed a circle, and a huge wind scythe took shape in an instant.

Seeing that the terrible scene was about to happen, Allen tugged at the stunned driver's sleeve: "Do you want to watch them attack the train?"

"I'll come! Let me come!" The driver yelled hastily.

"Let him come!" Allen persuaded the goblin and said, "What if you accidentally cut the monster to death? After all, this monster is raised by him, and he can only survive if he knows how to cut it!"

The wind goblin looked at the driver.

The driver nodded hurriedly.

So under the threat of these terrifying wind fairies, the train driver disconnected the connection between the front and the rear, drove the front of the car and ran away, leaving the people in the carriage looking at each other in blank dismay.

"Hey, is the horn honking?"

"Is the train leaving?"

"No! The locomotive! The locomotive is gone!"

"Then what do we do?"

After the people reacted, they yelled.

Among the crowd, a servant hurried past, returned to the first-class compartment, and reported the current situation to his master in a panic.

The distinguished passengers in the first-class carriage suddenly showed an angry expression:

"Is this what you call a safe and pleasant trip?"

Instead of trying to appease the passengers, the train conductor who had been serving the distinguished guest immediately showed a panicked expression from the start of the train: "No, my lord, this was just an accident! An accident! The area of ​​the Misty Forest is a bit evil, and there are often Some incomprehensible strange things happened, as long as you stay in the carriage, nothing will happen!"

"The front of the car is gone! Still claiming that nothing will happen?" The earl obviously lost his trust in the train conductor.

He picked up his cane, asked the butler to put on a windbreaker for himself, and strode out of the carriage, wanting to see what happened with his own eyes, and the crowd around the count naturally followed.

A group of people got off the train just like that, watching the locomotive disappearing on the distant track in a daze.