Infrastructure starts from the game

It was already mid-June when Angel finished his work in the capital.

It's the graduation season in Academy City again.

Although Magic Gear needs more employees, with the presence of Singer, Silver Leaf, Nair, Clover and others, Angel doesn't have to do everything himself, but is free.

It's just unavoidable, the alchemy workshop has become more lively than before, plus the air racing competition is still going on, there are always people gathered in the restaurant 24 hours a day; among them, the old employees are very used to Angel's elusive appearance However, the new employees are still very restrained, and with the increase of new faces, a certain black robe has frequent attacks of social phobia, and finally he is unwilling to even go to the restaurant.

Thanks to Enlis who cleaned up the room earlier, Angel had a clean place.

But Mithril was very dissatisfied with this.

"In the end, you returned to the workshop just to be paralyzed here, meow?"

"I need to rest," Angel said confidently, "and I'm not paralyzed, I'm thinking about very important issues."

"what?"

"How to connect to the Internet." Angel frowned.

He is really troubled.

Counting, several major cities in this country have already laid magic networks, Angel's network plan has succeeded two-thirds, but the remaining one-third is the most difficult: how to connect these LANs stand up.

The situation in the wizarding world is very different from that of Blue Star.

This world is vast and sparsely populated, and the environment is also more complex than Blue Star. The transmission of magic power here is not only "there is no copper in the optical cable, and it is useless to steal", there are even compatibility issues with various magic powers.

For example, Angel would not dare to connect the Red Lotus base station in the capital to other base stations, otherwise it would cause demonization in other areas.

In the same way, when the magic power base station of the abyss is built in the future, it will definitely not be connected to the academy city immediately.

And the human kingdom is like this, and the situation will be more complicated if they want to enter the territory of other creatures.

"Why are you so obsessed with connecting them all?" Mithril rolled his eyes. It didn't understand why Angel was so obsessed with the Internet.

But Mithril was not so opposed at first.

——After mainly seeing the benefits brought about by infrastructure construction such as magic network.

It asked, "So what? What's the solution you came up with?"

If Angel didn't have a clue, he wouldn't sit here and think in a daze.

To Mithril's evaluation, this black robe's action ability is much stronger than its thinking ability. He is willing to conduct various unreliable experiments to find ideas, and he will not sit in a daze. When he sits down, it shows that he In general, there is a way.

Sure enough, Angel nodded.

He lazily said: "I think the method of TV signal this time can be considered. If it is too dangerous in reality, bypassing the watch world and connecting to the Internet from other worlds is also one of the ways."

"Then you cut your soul again?" Mithril asked.

After Angor left the capital, the secret TV station in the secret passage broadcast it, because Angor really cut a piece of his soul and built a TV tower to spread the signal.

This is also one of the reasons why Angel is paralyzed here.

Even Angel, who can use the soul search technique on himself at will, can't stand the loss of a part of his soul.

Mithril was angry about this: "Do you think you are sliced ​​bread? How many times do you think your soul can be sliced?"

"Don't worry, I'm not that crazy, am I thinking of other ways?" Angel said listlessly.

"Hmph!" Mithril gave Angor a vigilant look.

In this regard, it distrusts Angor a little bit.

But looking at Angor's useless appearance, Mithril felt a little heartbroken... No, it was just worried that this cash cow would kill itself!Mithril said to himself like this.

The black cat suggested in a sarcasm: "But I'm really surprised, you don't seem to have considered using other people's souls at all! This is not black robe at all."

In fact, other methods are readily available.

If you don't cut your own soul, you can cut other people's souls.

For the black robe, this was a natural solution, but Angel didn't seem to consider it at all.

"Actually, you don't take human life that seriously, do you?" Mithril said, "Wouldn't it be nice to find a few of your headless puppets who are really heinous, and use them as pedestals?"

"This usage doesn't work. Regardless of whether the earliest base was a sinful soul or not, it will eventually become the 'most convenient, cheapest, and easiest-to-obtain soul' as the base." Angel shook his head.

He pondered and said: "The most important thing is that if you force others to do things you don't want, there will always be resentment! That kind of resentment can easily pollute the base station, and if something goes wrong because of it, the loss outweighs the gain."

In the wizarding world, "mood" is a very important element.

After all, it is really possible to "generate electricity with love" here.

Mithril snorted coldly: "You really think a lot."

The black cat didn't want to discuss this seemingly useless topic with the owner who had serious symptoms of Internet addiction. It said: "Although it is not good to disturb your thinking about such an important topic, but compared to this problem, the great master, Can you solve a problem that you can solve?"

"what?"

"Here!" Mithril lay down in front of the window, and nodded downward with his injured paw.

Angel followed the black cat's guidance and looked outside.

The windows of the new bedroom are facing the production workshop, so Angel can see his employees walking around.

That's not the point.

Angel noticed that two guys who were not his employees were talking in the corridor near the workshop.

It was Sir Mandela and Alan.

"What happened to them?"

"Mandela came to the workshop to report financial problems some time ago, and happened to run into Alan," Mithril said, "He seemed to think that you were finally planning to start making a movie, so he clamored to see you."

Mithril paused, and added: "But counting the time, it's almost time to shoot a new movie, right? Or are you not going to shoot this year?"

"No, it still needs to be filmed." But the commercial does not want screenwriters from the Depressed Department to shoot.

"Then you write the script yourself?" Mithril asked.

Angel's expression froze for a moment.

"This kind of thing that students can do..." Angel said.

This time Angel really went to find the student.

——With Academy City, Angor's employee pool has become much richer. He can easily get an entire literature department to write scripts for him, and even ask the professor to come.

The ending was cruel.

Writing this kind of thing has nothing to do with academic qualifications.

In particular, the literary development of the wizarding world is a bit deformed-the literature of this world started with the hymns of the gods, and then became the hymns of heroes on the side of the bards. There is a fixed set of templates. Although modern literature has reached a turning point, It may be just a budding one. The students in the school generally study poetry and narrative, which is somewhat different from Angel's requirements.

Especially a guy with a problematic (X) brain like Allen is quite rare.

Angor didn't find a suitable screenwriter, but the news that he was looking for a screenwriter leaked out—although he didn't hide it at all.

Allen hugged Angel's thigh crying: "Master Angel, are you going to abandon me?"

"I don't remember any promises I made to you." Angel said coldly.

He just felt unlucky!

I just left the room by accident today, and was caught by this guy.

Mithril can't do this kind of thing.

By the way, has the mana concentration of this guy increased again?Obviously a male witch.

Angel frowned and thought, he resisted the urge to step on Allen's face, and only said: "You can't write the subject this time!"

This made him feel more humiliated than stepping on Allen's face directly.

Allen shouted: "How is it possible? Master Angel, I am not boasting, there is nothing I cannot write!"

"I want sugar! Pure sugar! There can't be a little darkness," Angel looked down at Allen and asked, "Can you write it?"

Allen froze for a moment, and said strangely: "I used to write very sweetly!"

...our definition of "sweet" is definitely not the same.

Angel wanted to kick this thing away, but at this moment, other voices came in.

"Does Master Cecilia want some candy?"

Allen shuddered when he heard these voices.

It's the wind fairies.

A few wind fairies flew out from nowhere and circled around Angel and Allen.

"We love sweet things too!"

"So, what Allen does is a bit bitter."

"Does Master Cecilia want Allen to make a sweet cake?"

Allen slowly let go of Angel's hand, looking like he wanted to run away.

Angel's eyes lit up when he looked at these wind fairies.

Regarding the question of "sweet or not", these goblins who are most sensitive to emotions know best!So if they are there, it is impossible for Allen to do anything.

"That's right, I kind of want a story," Angel nodded. "It has to be as sweet as...popcorn, crisp, quick to eat, and has no nutritional value other than calories..."

The wind goblin's eyes lit up: "We also like popcorn!"

"It was delicious!"

"Easy to eat!"

“Happy to eat!”

"But what's the point of that kind of story!" Allen protested.

Angel glanced at him.

Stared at by those dark eyes, Alan shuddered, and his brain suddenly resumed (excessive) function.

Why does Master Heipao want a pure and sweet story?

An existence like him would think that there must be a reason for that kind of story, right?

Although I don't know the reason, maybe I can understand his thinking as long as it is filmed.

Allen immediately adjusted his posture, was sitting on the ground looking up at Angel and said, "Master Angel, what kind of story do you want?"

"The second part of "Magical Girl" is ready." Angel was too lazy to think about what theme the commercial needed, "The theme is the same as last time, but I don't need any dark ingredients! It must be completely sweet. "

Angel looked at the wind goblin: "You keep an eye on him, don't let other smells mix in!"

"Leave it to us!"

"We want Alan to make candy too!"

"Yes, yes, Allen has never written much about sugar!" the wind fairies said enthusiastically.

Allen looked at them and shivered, and promised: "I will definitely fulfill your request perfectly!"

Angel just nodded.

Unbeknownst to Angor, what he is creating now is a major disaster in film history.

Because "Magical Girl" as a groundbreaking category has left a mark in the film history of the magical world, it has been reset countless times in the future, especially the first and second films written by Allen, countless times Being remade, it can be said to be a household name.

And many people misunderstood Allen because of these two stories.

The first one was okay, especially the second one, which caused many people to misunderstand that Allen is a writer with a very childlike innocence and bright side, so after reading his other works, he looked forward to watching other works written by him, and then Depressed and even traumatized by those dark plots, I became suspicious of the world.

Of course, this is a story.

Now even Alan himself doesn't know what the hell his pure sweetness is!

After Alan and the wind goblin left, Mithril emerged from Angel's shadow: "You are really flexible, didn't you say that Alan must be abandoned?"

Angel: "Wow, woof."

On the second day after Allen finally received the commission of the script he had been thinking about, Sir Mandela appeared in front of Angel.

"Master Angel, is the film finally about to start?"

This is also a talent.

Angel sighed: "That's right."

"So you're talking about magic movies...?"

"I'm preparing to deal with this matter, so come too!" Angel said.

"Alright!" If Mandela had a tail, it would be spinning like an electric fan right now.

Angel brought not only Mandela, but also Singer and another alchemist—the inventor of the magic screen—to the city hall.

"You want to expand the theater?" Mayor Owen widened his eyes after hearing Angel's suggestion.

"Yes, I want to experiment with a new magic movie. The current theater can't meet my requirements, so I hope that the theater in the city can be expanded." Angel asked not at all tactful.

The current theater is located in the center of the city of Cecilia. Judging from the current development of the city of magic, that street can be said to be expensive. Expansion of the theater will involve many problems, so it must be approved by the city hall.

Fortunately, Mayor Owen has never refused the request of Angel, who saved the entire magic capital.

It's the same this time.

Mayor Owen rubbed his chubby belly and said with a wry smile: "Of course you want to expand, and I will provide relevant help, but I'm afraid this time, the recruitment of relevant designers and workers will be slower..."

"It doesn't matter, there is still time anyway." Angel had no objection.

Fortunately, Sir Mandela is not as emotionally unintelligent as Angel. He asked with concern: "What happened? Why is the recruitment slower?"

"It's simply a lack of personnel." Mayor Owen said, "Now the sky trains are being built in various parts of the East Territory, and there is a labor shortage everywhere. There are simply not enough workers."

Although he was distressed, he couldn't help showing a smile on his face.

After all, for Cecilia in the remote east, the employment rate has always been a problem. The situation that anyone who is willing to work can find something to do, used to only appear in Owen's dream.

Of course, being anxious is really anxious.

Many projects could not find anyone to do it, which slowed down the progress, which really made Owen very embarrassed.

However, Mayor Owen is not an ordinary person after all, but a vampire who has lived for a long time, so regarding this problem, the first thing he thought of was a more magical solution.

Owen looked at Angor and the singer with hope in his eyes: "Speaking of this question, can the current magic power base station support alchemy puppets? It's fine if the designer has no choice, but alchemy puppets can replace ordinary workers. Bar?"

"It's a bit difficult." The singer shook his head.

Owen was a little strange: "Why? Golems are much stronger than humans, right? And in the age of magic, many projects were carried out by golems."

"That was the age of magic!" the singer sighed.

Speaking of golems, there is still a backlog of magic gears. Even though the magic power base stations have begun to become popular, they have not sold them. Of course, there is a reason for this.

Singer explained to Owen: "Golems are not simple puppets. They usually must have a suitable soul before they can move. Although we alchemists have a way to synthesize artificial souls, they are fakes after all, not real souls. , it is difficult to control, so the general method is to conclude a soul contract with human beings, and use the master's soul to nourish the artificial soul, so that the longer the time, the higher the tacit understanding between the puppet and the master, and the higher the wisdom."

"It sounds a bit troublesome, but it's not impossible, right?" Owen said.

"The problem lies in the soul," the singer said with a wry smile, "this requires very high requirements on the master's soul, because to control such a big golem and share the soul with the other party, the master's mental power must be very strong... "

"Ah!" Owen showed a clear expression.

Mental power is a kind of attribute, and it is not necessarily linked to magic power. Some ordinary people have no magic power talent, but have extremely strong spiritual power, and some mages have extremely strong magic power, but have no spiritual power.

The problem is that even the magical world cannot accurately detect the size of mental power.

People can only slightly judge a person's spiritual power through the precise control of magic power, so most of the masters of the puppets will only be mages. As for the ordinary people who can also control the puppets, there is no way to judge.

If only mages can use it, it really doesn't make sense.

"We originally thought that some people with strong personalities and great achievements would have strong spiritual power, so we made a batch of puppet bodyguards. As a result, several experimental subjects could not afford to control the puppet's mental power, which eventually led to their own destruction." Recalling the past, the singer slowly shook his head, "That's why we dare not take out those puppets now."

"It's a pity..." Owen said.

He was also a little depressed because of the lack of hope.

"Take it out!" Angel said at this time, he raised his face, and his whole body cheered up, "How can such a good thing be used?"

"Didn't you hear what we just said?" The singer said, "It is impossible to determine the spiritual power of the puppet owner, so it may cause danger."

Angel has his idea: "It is enough to set a 'safety valve'. When the spiritual power required by the golem exceeds the control range of the human soul, and the controller's soul is damaged, the soul connection will be forcibly cut off. .”

"Are you saying that every guest should be tested?" Singer frowned.

He felt that this design could not be used as a commodity.

Who would be willing to risk their own soul and use a product that may expire at any time!

"If there is a safety device, we can try collective procurement." Owen thought about it along this line of thinking, "We can consider letting the puppet sign soul contracts with different people. As long as the 'safety valve' is activated and it is out of control, then Just give it another operator."

"The character of the puppet cultivated in that way must be very bad." Singer said.

"Will it affect the puppet's personality?" Owen was surprised, and then he said indifferently, "It's just a puppet used for engineering, so it doesn't matter if it has a bad personality!"

"The next discussion is the human rights issue of golems." The singer said with a hand on his forehead.

"No, no, we don't need to be so troublesome," Angel said, "Let those people pass the assessment, as long as they have a small package, they will be very happy! And maybe they can solve the designer's problem by the way. "

"Really?" Owen asked excitedly, "Even the question about the designer...?"

Owen didn't question Angel's words at all.

For him, everything about Lord Cecilia is naturally correct.

The alchemists here are a little skeptical:

No, that's just a puppet, a puppet without creativity at all.

Singer wanted to refute, but when he looked at Angel, he was suddenly a little uncertain.

After all, this is to solve the existence of the sales of flying brooms.

Just looking at Angel's rare smile, Singer always felt a little uneasy for the puppet user.

"So, who are you going to assess? Let them control the puppet?" The singer had to ask out of caution.

"This, I will leave it to Your Excellency."

Angel patted the shoulder of Sir Mandela, who had been unable to speak on this topic.

Sir Mandela was flattered: "I am happy to serve you, but what can I do for you?"

"You can do a lot! If it goes well, you can even help me solve the problem of connecting the TV tower and the magic power network!" Angel said, this is the reason why he is really happy.

"TV tower? Magic network?"

Sir Mandela was bewildered.

So, on the same day, an urgent telegram with several thousand words was sent to the city of Xieser.

The next day, notices were posted in all the Tulip Clubs and shops around the Tin Dolls.

"Learn the puppet and come to the east!"

"Recruiting Senior Architects!"

""Puppet Wars" is waiting for your participation!"

Mr. Leiqie, who came to the Players Club, looked at the notice and fell into deep thought: "Is this an admissions notice? Is it a recruitment notice? Or is it a new game announcement?"

"Either way is very interesting," Shirley urged, "Daddy, aren't you a designer? You can apply for it!"