Infrastructure starts from the game

"That was the expected result."

After Angel heard the news that Kata had passed the magic test, he looked as if he had expected it.

That kid was a player at the top of the game leaderboard, and Angel also remembered him.

"He plays games many times a day, right? That also means that he is meditating repeatedly every day. Under such high-intensity exercise, it is strange that the magic power level will not improve."

"That is to say, can one become a magician through hard work?" Enlis asked with sparkling eyes.

Seeing her like this, Mithril couldn't help twitching his beard.

"Unfortunately, the upper limit of talent..." is decided.

Mithril wanted to answer like this.

But Angel suddenly stretched out his hand from behind, and firmly pressed Mithril into the pot.

"Yes!" Angel said to Enliss, "Most people can become magicians as long as they work hard."

"I will work hard!"

Enlis said excitedly.

In fact, she has worked very hard.

Prior to this, Enlis had been unremittingly using the game to exercise her meditation ability after discovering that the games on the game table were for exercising her meditation ability, and this Kata incident obviously gave Enlis a higher level of meditation. motivation.

But after Enlis walked away, Mithril raised his head from the alchemy pot and touched his nose with his paw: "You are deceiving!"

There is a limit to magic power.

Just like IQ, after a person is born, the upper limit of the magic power level has been determined.

Angel is the one who knows this best.

He was already an intermediate mage 100 years ago, and he is still an intermediate mage after staying in the mage tower for 100 years. This is not because he doesn't work hard, but because the upper limit of his body's magic power in this life determines his magic power level.

"It's not a lie! As long as it's not a 'magic-forbidden physique', it is a fact that people without talent can become magic apprentices or even low-level mages after hard work!" Angel quibbled, "The evidence is that noble magicians are better than ordinary people. Much more."

"This is good in the age of magic, but in this era, low-level mages and mid-level mages are useless."

Therefore, many nobles stopped making great efforts to become mages.

This is the direct cause of the decline in the number of mages.

When Mithril mentioned this topic, he wanted to sigh: "If ideals are destined to be shattered, it is better not to have hope in the first place."

"According to your theory, all occupations can be given up if they don't have advanced talents," Angel frowned. "And, for me, it is necessary to increase people's magic power level."

In order to make better money.

Now, because people can only reach the level of meditation, Angel can only make small games that are simple to operate and consume very little mana, just like the restrictions in the early days of video games.

But judging from the development of this world, the electronic tube computer should have been born, so it will be a matter of time before it evolves into an electronic computer. At that time, all the opportunities won by the game table will be returned.

During this period of time, Angel can only stabilize the basic rune game by improving the magic level of rune game players, creating more complex games, and cultivating a group of "senior players".

This is related to the future of the workshop, not a joke.

Fortunately, it seems to be going well now. In just one month, one child has already passed the magic test, so the others should have a corresponding level after clearing those few games.

Angle is optimistic.

However, Mithril doesn't know about the history of computer development in another plane, so it naturally doesn't know about Angel's plan. It looked at Angel and trembled its ears: "You really..." Want to revive the age of magic ?

As a mage, naturally he doesn't want to watch the magic civilization decline, right?

The black cat thought so.

It retracted its paws, stretched out the meat ball, and wanted to pat Angor's hand that had been pressing on him, but before it finished speaking, it heard the sound of breathing from under it.

Then a dull voice sounded: "The food has been identified, and the menu is now generated."

"Menu?" Angor looked under Mithril strangely.

It was an alchemy pot.

Because the monster hostess of the Adventurer's Guild was eaten by Mithril, it was impossible for the bartender and cook to be sent over. Angel was planning to go to the job agency to post another recruitment information, but noticed the backlog in the warehouse There is a set of magic pots, so I decided to use them first.

This pot is amazing.

As long as food is thrown in, it can analyze the recipe.

Then find the ingredients according to the menu, and put them into the pot to produce food that is exactly the same as the original taste.

It's a pity that its recipe deviates a bit from the normal recipe, and it lost to the oven in the end.

Angor couldn't understand what "slightly deviated from the normal recipe" meant, so before Enlis came over because of Kata, he was experimenting with the effect of the pot.

Angel didn't expect that pushing the mithril into the pot would also have an effect, so he took out the recipe from under the pot.

[dish name]: Angor's left hand

[Materials]: Human flesh and blood, human bones, a bottle of tenderness, a bottle of spell-casting gestures, plus a lot of "hand damage".

[Special Effects]: When stroking cats and heads, the other party's favorability +5

What is this ghost?

"Wait a minute, aren't you in the pot? Why is it my hand?" Angel asked strangely.

"Because I'm not considered food!" The cat in the cat pot replied confidently.

Angor was skeptical about this.

He suspected that Mithril was synthesized from this pot and the fine material.

"Try something else."

Angor became interested.

He lifted Mithril out of the pot, and put the sandwich Enlis had made at noon into it.

[Dish Name]: Enlis's Love Sandwich

[Ingredients]: two slices of bread, one slice of lettuce, one poached egg, two slices of ham, some applesauce, one spoonful of longing, one spoonful of worry, one spoonful of leftovers

[Special effect]: can fill the stomach

Angel said: "The front part of the material is okay, what the hell is the back part?"

"Longing and worry are Enlis's feelings for you, and the remainder means that you haven't finished eating, right?"

"..." Because the ham sandwich with applesauce is so weird!

Even after more than 100 years, I still feel that I can't understand the taste here.

Angel muttered in his heart.

"These emotions are superfluous, but they must be put in, otherwise this pot can't make anything," Mithril sighed, "It's also because of this that it can't be sold."

"Only white mages who can read emotions can use this pot?" Angel frowned. "Are all recipes like this?"

He looked around and walked to the middle of the room without giving up.

There stood a huge magical machine.

Its appearance looks like two huge cultivation tanks. Inside one is filled with different colored potions, while the other is burning with flames, but bubbles are continuously ejected from the flames, and then pass through the cultivation tank. The pipe and potion are fused together, compressed into a drink and poured into the cup.

"This thing hasn't been hand-crafted, so there shouldn't be any strange ingredients mixed in?"

Angel said so, and put a cup of drink into the alchemy pot.

[dish name]: happy water

[Ingredients]: A glass, a spoonful of Felicia, a lot of water, three mouthfuls of exhaust gas from the lungs

[Effect]: Give a small chance

"We added something strange at the end!" Mithril said after reading the recipe.

Angel shook his head: "No, this recipe is correct." Isn't the exhaust gas in the lungs just carbon dioxide?

Although subtle, the result was correct.

"This waste gas is very strange meow!" Mithril complained, "However, this drink itself is very strange. It's a pity that you thought of adding alchemy potion with water and bubbles as happy water to sell to customers."

"You can't just watch those alchemy potions expire, can you?" Angel said.

Normal alchemy potions don't have this problem at all.

Magic products usually do not have a shelf life, so a magic sword has been used by more than ten generations of brave men, and the golden apple just dug out from the ruins also maintains the original effect, and the alchemy potion is usually enough to drink.

But the batch of alchemy potions in the magic gear warehouse were specially produced.

It is said that cheap medicines affected the sales of alchemy potions, so the owner of the workshop at that time reduced the materials to make these batches of alchemy potions. As a result, the price was more expensive than ordinary medicines, and they had a shelf life, but the effect was not as good as normal alchemy potions. Passing the inspection of the drug regulatory department is completely finished.

The last time Mithril raised his mouth, Angel remembered it when he went to get the alchemy pot, so he took out this batch of potions by the way, mixed them with water and sold them as drinks, and divided them into different alchemy potions according to different alchemy potions. There are different types: such as lucky water, power water, spiritual water, healing water and so on.

Mithril felt that it was too black-hearted: "This batch of potion is already ineffective, and you still mix it with water, it is useless at all!"

"It is precisely because the potion is not effective enough that it cannot be sold as a potion, but as a drink," Angel said. "Actually, the alchemy potion comes with it. Simple sparkling water should be very profitable."

But I think of Coke because of the alchemy potion.

The original Coke seemed to be invented by a pharmacist—the memory of this part is a bit vague, and he didn’t know much about it in his previous life—so when he mentioned how to sell alchemy potions, Angel thought of Coke.

Naturally, Angel didn't know how normal Coke was produced, so he used magic methods based on the ingredients.

"You are the only one who thinks that sparkling water can make money!" Mithril challenged as always.

The black cat is not cold about this hiccupping drink.

"...Only me?" Angel paused, and asked strangely, "Didn't anyone else 'invent' sparkling drinks here?"

He remembers the early days of soda water and the like.

With the level of technology here, it should have been created long ago.

"Only you can do such a strange thing!" Mithril said.

Maybe it's because you don't like this drink?

Angel thought for a while, but he didn't think it had anything to do with him, so he didn't delve into it.

What's more, at this time, a golden gradient came in to fetch happy water, and Angel put the cup in his hand on its dinner plate.