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On June Festival, the usual weather is fine and the sun is shining brightly. It is a good day for shopping and resting.

Suddenly, there was a roar of thunder.

The whole city... no, the people in the entire eastern region couldn't help but look up at the blue sky, and saw a thunderstorm cloud quickly accumulating above the city of Cecilia, like a giant tornado, towards a certain place in the city. go down.

However, this massive group of clouds did not bring a drop of rain, but the continuous thunder sound had a rhythm, and then gradually added a harmony sound similar to the rotation of gears, like a piece of music.

In this grand symphony, dazzling electric lights flickered, as if an alchemist was repeatedly forging that piece of cloud, so the huge, pitch-black cloud like a mountain was finally synthesized into a set of golden gears.

This set of gears is rotating in the sky, and countless chains hang down from it, extending towards the sky of all roads, covering the entire eastern region, like some kind of road sign.

"What is that?!" Someone couldn't help asking.

It's a pity that few people can tell why, even the old people in the city say they haven't seen this kind of image.

Only the long-lived species hidden in the crowd couldn't help laughing.

"Isn't that the signboard of Magic Gear? After all these years, it's still the same—"

"Secondary sickness!"

Angel stared at the constantly rotating gears above the workshop and said.

This signboard was originally placed in the innermost part of the warehouse, and even Mithril didn't remember it. On the contrary, Angel didn't know why he remembered that there was a special celebration ceremony when the magic gear shop celebrated, so he turned it over from the warehouse. come out.

But Angel didn't expect this thing to be so grand.

Not to mention the entire street, but the entire city, the entire eastern region, and even the entire kingdom—judging from the current speed of information circulation, probably newspapers in the entire kingdom will report this matter.

Angel couldn't help complaining, "This is not the sign of the alchemy workshop, it is simply the prelude to the coming of the dark forces!"

"I've reminded you a long time ago that the time when this signboard was made happened to be during the Demon Race, and everyone likes things that are magnificent and have a sense of fate," Mithril said, "It's really a bit too exaggerated now. It unloads."

But even though Mithril said so, it didn't move. It looked at the signboard with obviously nostalgic eyes.

Angel was just complaining.

He smiled and shook his head: "Why did you put it down?"

"This second disease is the most eye-catching."

The second gear works really well.

At least Sir Mandela was drawn to the cogs in the sky.

"What is that?" he asked his servant.

His servant hurriedly went to inquire around, and came back to report: "That set of gears is just above an alchemy workshop, and it seems to be the signboard of that workshop."

"Alchemy Workshop?" Sir Mandela shook his head and laughed, "It's just this kind of rural place, and there are still such antique things that only exist in stories!"

But then he asked: "What kind of workshop is that?"

"It seems to be called 'magic gear'." The servant was stunned, and recalled cleverly what he read in the newspaper a few mornings ago: "It was reported in the local tabloid that this workshop seems to be the oldest in the city. One of our workshops, experienced some turmoil a while ago, is about to reopen, and also launched new products..."

As the servant said this, he saw his master ringing the bell to summon the maids and ask them to change his clothes.

It's clearly getting ready to go out.

The servant turned pale with shock and said, "My lord, are you interested in that workshop?"

No wonder the servant was so shocked, his master was notoriously loathing "old stuff".

This Sir Mandela comes from Shesser, known as the "City of Freedom" and "Trade City". His family used to be the owner of the top ten old theater "Tin Puppet" in Shesser.

But 30 years ago, that is, when Sir Mandela was 17 years old, a little-known small company from Wangdu came to Sheisser to recruit actors, and it was said that they wanted to shoot something called "movie". None of them looked down on this company. Only Sir Mandela provided help, and after that, he acquired the other party and established his own studio and film and television company.

Right now, "Tin Puppet" is already one of the largest film and television companies in the entire mainland.

However, Sir Mandela is obviously not satisfied with the achievements he has made. He believes that his influence is not wide enough.

"What's the point of being influential in only a few cities in Cesare St. Jenkinson Tower? Nowadays, railways are spread everywhere like spider webs, and the world is getting smaller and smaller visible to the naked eye. It's time for those The bumpkins have seen a new type of art! Only those who have the first opportunity can win the market!" Sir Mandela said so ambitiously.

The city of Cecilia was chosen by him as his first target.

In the eyes of the newly emerging Cersei city, all cities except the free city are countryside, and the magical city of Cecilia is the most obstinate of all the countryside, but this obstinate old stubborn It is extremely influential in the backward and closed border area (although in the eyes of the Xieser people, all places except Xieser are borders), if the gate of Cecilia can be opened, it will be tantamount to developing a new market.

So Sir Mandela came to Cecilia this time to do market research.

He brought a few carefully selected classic movies, especially the one released tonight, which cost tens of thousands of dollars in a big production, and he is going to take advantage of this June Festival night to conquer Cecilia people.

But before the film was released, Cecilia surprised Sir Mandela first.

"It doesn't matter what the alchemy workshop is, but this sign is interesting!" Sir Mandela touched his chin and looked at the gears in the sky in the distance. "It's good to buy an antique once in a while."

If he could buy this signature technology, he wouldn't have to compete with other entertainment companies for advertising space and publicity means. As long as he threw the trailer into the sky before the movie was released, all the theaters' schedules would be his!

Not sure though.

The most annoying thing about magic technology is that it is very limited in use!

If you only need magic power or money to solve the problem, it is nothing more than high or low cost, but if you encounter some blood, contract, restrictions and other restrictions, you don't even need to apply for a patent, you can only wait for the stone to be pulled out. Only the chosen son of the middle sword can use it.

Sir Mandela asked his servants to get the carriage ready and drove under the huge golden gear.

Sure enough, it was a promotional activity of the Alchemy Workshop.

Flower petals and colorful bubbles are flying on Brave Street, colorful parasols and seats are placed at the door, and cute cats run around the crowd on tiptoe, constantly giving gifts to the unknown guests who are attracted by gears. Upload the bill.

"As expected of the capital of magic! These ushers are really strange."

Sir Mandela gave a rare compliment.

Even Shesser, who is known for being tolerant of all races, would never see such a fairytale scene.

It was just that the local residents of Cecilia City who passed by Sir Mandela showed complicated expressions when they heard this sentence.

Strange isn't it?

We locals in Cecilia also find it very strange!

Even in the age of magic, there are few shops that can serve magic cats as treats!

Sir Mandela didn't know the mood of the local people. In his opinion, although the cat treats were cute, they were just a gimmick. What really caught his attention was the golden gear sign above.

So he looked curiously at the door, and walked towards the inside of the alchemy workshop.

Sir Mandela ordered to his servant while walking: "Look at where the master of the workshop is, make an appointment with him, and say that we want..."

Mandela stopped short of speaking.

He stared blankly ahead, only to see a huge arena in the middle of the spacious palace-like workshop hall, and inside the arena, a beautiful girl was fighting with a ferocious white wolf. The magic wand, blood-like magic attacks were continuously smashed towards the middle of the ring like a sharp sword, while the white wolf roared, dodged the attacks, and continuously sprayed out white beams of light.

But if it was just fighting, Sir Mandela would not take it seriously.

In the underground black market of Chesser, there are more or less bloody and brutal duels, and rich people wave banknotes and play with human beings like animals.

Although Sir Mandela despises this kind of behavior, he has long been used to it.

What really shocked Mandela was that neither the beautiful girl nor the white wolf was real.

Their "painting style" is different from real creatures. The characteristics of creatures are extracted, but they have been specially beautified to make their movements more ornamental. He showed a disgusted and patient expression, and the white wolf would howl exaggeratedly after being injured, which made the fight no longer seem cruel, but rather ridiculous.

Is this a designed magic image?

A program specially prepared for the guests?

Sir Mandela thought strangely.

While he was thinking, the white wolf bumped headfirst into the girl's waist, and the red stripe on the girl's head immediately returned to zero. She lamented and disappeared into bubbles, while the white wolf put on a good posture and let out a triumphant howl.

Simultaneously with this howling, there was also a boy's voice:

"I won!"

It was only then that Sir Mandela noticed that there were two small platforms on both sides of the ring that were similar to court witness positions. Two boys were standing in them respectively. One of them uttered a cry of excitement, while the other said unconvincedly:

"I was negligent just now! Another plate!"

The statement drew boos.

Another young man couldn't wait to pull the unconvinced boy from his seat:

"It's my turn next!"

As he said so, he pressed his hand on the button, and the beautiful girl who had just left the stage reappeared in the middle of the ring.

"So it was manipulated by the audience?"

Sir Mandela suddenly realized that he originally wanted to praise this magic item like a cat, but he paused and suddenly felt that it was not good.

So Mandela carefully looked at the "audience" around the ring, and then showed a dignified expression.

"Hurry up and go back to the cinema!" Sir Mandela said solemnly, "Let them replace the promotional poster of "Leo the Brave: The Awakening of Monsters" with "Romance of C" before it's too late, and try to replace the movie schedule with "Romance of C". "C" more!"

"But, "The Brave" is what we push these days..."

"How many Cecilia gentlemen do you think are in the mood to walk into the cinema tonight?"

Sir Mandela pointed to the eager men around the ring and asked helplessly.