Infrastructure starts from the game

Facts have proved that when the eldest lady is in a good mood, the people around her are also in a good mood.

Recifia glanced at the maid behind her, and the maid asked as if she could read her mind: "Since the customized version of the game table will take longer, can the deluxe version of the game table be faster?" What about shipping?"

Are you planning to buy a deluxe version and play first before buying the customized version?

I didn't think about the regular version at all!

Damn rich meow!

Mithril complained in his heart, and replied obediently: "The deluxe version will be released in about three months."

"Three months...then order fifty for me first?"

"Meow?!"

Recifia smiled and said, "I'm going to donate a game room to my school."

The problem is that our shipments are not that big!

The biggest problem with alchemy products is insufficient production!Fifty units is almost all shipments!

Mithril was silent for two seconds, and his ears trembled: "Your school is Cecilia Public School, right? If you want to build a game room for the public school, I don't think so many game tables are needed. On the contrary, Have you seen the magic projection screen and leaderboard in the workshop? That is more suitable for the existence of the game room... In this way, if you don't mind, we can specially design a luxurious magic game room plan for you."

"That would be great." Recifia covered her mouth with a fan and smiled.

However, such a large sum of money was obviously nothing to the eldest lady.

She didn't even mean to personally understand the specifics of the entire project.

Recifia said: "I will let my housekeeper come to discuss the specific matters with you, please."

Angel was also shocked by the richness of this eldest lady.

Although he also thought that the eldest lady was a fat sheep, he didn't expect that the wool of the other party alone could support a wool spinning factory alone.

After Recifia left, Angel couldn't help asking:

"...So, where did the Roy family get their money from?"

Even though they are also one of the three major families who built Cecilia City, why are they so rich, but we are about to go bankrupt!

"Don't you know?" Mithril was a little surprised, and it replied, wagging its tail, "Back then, that middle-aged patient in Roy's family married the princess of his dreams. He didn't know that the princess weighed 130 kilograms. Even the devil saw her After revealing their true colors, they all fled."

"..."

"Although Mr. Brave seems to be quite satisfied with the princess, the king seems to be quite afraid of him secretly holding grudges. Therefore, he handed over nearly a hundred years of mining rights to the Roy family as the princess's dowry. The Roy family's brave man has a set Special treasure-hunting skills, so the Roy family still controls the largest mines in the country, and some people even say that they have the mineral distribution map of half the continent."

"It's true. There is a mine at home!" Angel said with the corners of his mouth twitching.

With this kind of dowry, the brave man back then couldn't refuse the princess, and the current prince certainly couldn't refuse the young lady of Roy's family either!

Angel felt that if he could marry such a wife, why would he struggle? Wouldn't it be nice to be taken care of directly?

"So you can go to Roy's house for any materials you want." Mithril said, "But don't hold back too hard, he is not a fool, even the eldest lady knows, you must need those materials, Only this customized service."

That's right, Angel made the list of materials for the game table according to his own needs, and it has nothing to do with the game table itself.

This can be regarded as the unspoken rule of the alchemy industry.

"Where, even if there is no need, I will provide customized services." Why not earn money that can be earned?

Mithril was more interested in the use of the material: "Seriously, what experiment are you going to do? Continue with the one you did in the Mage Tower?"

"...I'll go and put these contracts away," Angel said.

He packed up the papers on the table, wrapped himself in a shadow, and disappeared in an instant.

Seeing this, Mithril cursed and said: "If you don't want to say it, just say it, every time you are evasive! I don't have to know."

As it said so, it stared at the place where Angor disappeared on the table for 5 minutes, and finally came to its senses:

"Ah! He escaped!"

Next, Angel said nothing and was unwilling to come out of the room.

"I've already used up my SP for the next year!"

"What the hell is SP! You can communicate well with people, meow?"

"Nonsense! Those who can't communicate with people are autistic patients! I'm not sick!" I just don't want to talk to people.

Angel wrapped himself tightly in a blanket.

Blood volume is HP, magic power is MP, and social point must be SP.

Angel forgot where he had read a theory in his previous life, and thought it made sense.

That theory says that human beings are divided into extroverts and introverts. Extroverts can generate SP through communication with other people. The more people there are, the more energy they have. But if they are alone, they will Anxious due to lack of SP; introverts are the opposite. Talking to people will consume SP. When SP bottoms out, they will fall into a state of extreme fatigue and don’t want any communication. They can only stay quietly by themselves. Only by recovering SP - but it doesn't work if one person is alone for too long, the upper limit of SP will be lowered.

Angel felt that he was the latter.

Of course Angel knows that his social skills are fine - when he was an original artist, he had to communicate with SB Party A; when he changed his job to a planner, he had to communicate with SB programs and SB original paintings; At the time, it is necessary to communicate with SB subordinates, SB outsourcing and the biggest SB boss.

After each communication, Angel had to wait for a while.

It is much easier to hide in the mage tower in this life. It is difficult to see a few normal life forms in such a ghostly place for a year. Angel has been comfortably autistic for more than 100 years, and almost forgot how to speak. , the defense power was naturally low to the limit, and it was only by relying on Mithril and Enlis for the past two months that the rehabilitation was carried out, but the effect was not significant.

If possible, Angor will be autistic for another 100 years to cultivate his spirit.

Unfortunately, the outside world is extremely cruel.

Mithril yelled for a long time, but couldn't get Angor out, and the next few guests were not very important, so Mithril simply dealt with them with a cat.

It also helped Angor choose a few reliable big businessmen as direct sellers of the game table—anyway, Mithril felt that it was too risky to rely on only one blood elf in Thorny Moon.

From this point of view, Mithril is also very reliable as a secretary cat.

But on the second day after the opening ceremony, finally came a few guests that Mithril could not receive alone.

"You have to go this time!" Mithril jumped out of Angor's shadow, baring his teeth and claws, "This time the mayor of Cecilia City, the branch president of the Magic Association's branch in Cecilia, is here. There are magic operators from the Eastern Border Education Bureau!"

"Haven't you seen almost all of them?" Angel was writing the plan for the new game and didn't want to move.

Mithril had no choice but to bite the corner of his clothes and pull it out: "It was an informal meeting before, but now that they have revealed their identities, you must treat them well."

"Tsk, trouble." Angel stood up reluctantly, not intending to change clothes.

Anyway, two of the three have seen how he is usually, and it is unnecessary to dress up carefully.

(Mithril: Who said that! This is a matter of politeness!)

Angel asked, "What are those guys doing here? Collecting taxes?"

"How can the mayor come to collect taxes in person?" Mithril complained, "He also brought the Magic Association and the Ministry of Education."

"So what happened to Enlis?" Angel's expression became serious.

Mithril looked back with indifferent eyes: "Enlis is a good boy, what can he do to alarm the Magic Association and the Education Bureau?"

"It was found to be possessed by a demon king?"

"Do you think she is you?!" Mithril Fried said.

Am I like a demon possessed?

Angor felt aggrieved and followed Mithril to meet the guest.

"We want to order game tables!"

In the living room, two thin old men with silvery white hair and baldness said in unison.

Angel was taken aback by such a straightforward attitude.

The two old men didn't need Angel to say anything, so they said to themselves:

"The game table in your workshop is really a great invention!"

"That's right! It can actually assist in meditation."

"We think it's very useful for raising children's interest in magic."

"So get ready to buy in bulk!"

"Make a price!"

"Make a price!"

Are these two parrots?

Angel thought in a daze, because the other party spoke too fast, and his brain couldn't react for a while.

Even Mayor Owen, who came with these two, felt that it was outrageous.

Owen forcibly shrank his fat body in the corner of the sofa, trying to draw a clear line with the two overly emotional old men, especially after hearing their conversation like a repeater.

Owen rolled his eyes and said, "Although I asked you to come, are you so anxious?"

"You don't understand at all!" said Hume, the president of the Magic Association. "It's really hard to get people interested in magic!"

"Yes!" John Arms, a magic officer from the Eastern Border Education Bureau, echoed.

He is a small man with a height of only 1.5 meters three, because he is mixed with some goblin blood, his eyes are big, his face is flushed, and he looks very emotional.

Operator John said quickly: "How much thought have we put into making children interested in magic these years! It is also sorting out and refining the entire history of magic, and it is also asking great magicians at the level of forbidden spells to write rune tutorials. , come up with a variety of exam questions every year, and allocate special funds, but they can't let those children stay in the textbook for more."

... Isn't this the reason why the child is not interested?

Angel thought.

If he had to memorize a history of magic behind bricks before he could learn magic, he would definitely give up instantly.

It's a pity that the little education officer didn't think so. As he spoke, his eye circles turned red, so he took out a large flowered handkerchief from Hume's robe pocket, wiped his eyes, and blew loudly. Got snot.

Hume wanted to snatch back his handkerchief, but gave up.

But he also has some emotion.

"I haven't seen people interested in magic items for a long time! It was more than 80 years ago, when the demons invaded the last time, when people snapped up magic shields! Although the demons were finally defeated by the king's army, but Those shields also protected many people, but today's children don't even have the magic power to open those shields."

Hume sighed: "For this reason, I also feel that the inheritance of magic must be maintained!"

Having said that, the two old men looked at Angor with their red eyes and noses, because the scene was so miserable that Angor couldn't bear to watch it any longer.

He looked away behind bangs.

Angor's spokesperson, the black cat Mithril, said in a dilemma: "This workshop is very happy with your order, but if the Education Bureau orders, we can't produce so many products at once."

In fact, Miss Recifia's orders basically saturate the workshop's output.

After all, the workshop has only recruited some rune apprentices now.

But after listening to Mithril's words, the expressions of the two old men seemed a little embarrassed.

They realized that their overly excited expressions seemed to have misunderstood the workshop.

They looked at each other, and in the end it was Hume's branch leader who said embarrassedly: "The production problem...you don't have to worry about it for the time being. Although we said that we want to buy in large quantities, we actually want to conduct a private pilot, and start with one or two schools. Give it a try and see if those game tables can spark the children's enjoyment of learning about magic..."

Then what were you doing so loudly before? !

I thought it was really a big list from the Education Bureau!In the end, don't say it's not as good as other little girls, it's even not as big as the orders that the previous merchants asked for.

Mithril really wanted to make the old men look like tui.

Operator John saw the disgust of the black cat, and added with a smile: "But the effect is good, I will try my best to persuade the Ministry of Education to make a large purchase!"

In other words, even if the effect is good, you are not sure about the subsequent purchase ability?

I really shouldn't have any expectations of these civil servants.

Mithril suddenly lost interest.

It took a page from the previous document and handed it to the two old men: "According to what you said, it is enough to build a game room in a certain school, like the lady from the Roy family is going to donate it to the Duke of Cecilia. This is how you learned it?"

"Huh? Is Cecilia Public School already available?" Operator John asked with interest.

"That's right," Mithril sensed something, and stared at the little old man with wide-eyed eyes vigilantly, "You won't say that you didn't buy it because of that?"

"...Of course not," John said with a smile. "The education of nobles is different from that of ordinary people. We can't generalize it. We must add a game room to the righteous school."

But he turned his head and muttered to President Hume:

"But it's too expensive, isn't it?"

"Wait a minute, let me see... Isn't there a normal version here?"

"That's right, the regular version is almost the same! The children of Yi School are not as difficult to deal with as those young masters and ladies in public schools!"

"Fortunately they can buy it themselves!"

"Yes!"

Mithril listened to the muttering of the two old men, and couldn't help looking at Mayor Owen on the other side of the sofa with indifferent eyes.

Mayor Owen also looked at the two stingy old men with disdain on his face, but he noticed Mithril's gaze, and immediately waved his hand: "Don't look at me, I'm here with them!"

"Aren't you going to buy anything?" Mithril asked.

"As the mayor of Cecilia, how can I indulge in having fun?" Owen said righteously, "Of course, I support the operation of the alchemy workshop. If you encounter any trouble, you can come to me as much as possible!"

Meow, a blank check!

Mithril immediately understood Angel's previous feelings of not wanting to receive guests.

It seems that a cat doesn't want to pay attention to guests who are so big but so stingy.

It's a pity that the two stingy old men couldn't hear Mithril's heartfelt voice, or in other words, they wouldn't care if they heard it.

After carefully studying every word on the document with Operator John, Hume branch leader asked suddenly: "Wait a minute, what is said here is the 'official version', and the one in the store is an incomplete test version?"

"That's it, meow." Mithril nodded.

"Then, will it be cheaper for us to purchase the test version?" Operator John asked.

"The test version is not for sale!" Mithril almost wanted to scratch the faces of the two old men with his claws.

But as a well-bred cat, Mithril could only hold back his breath and said, "However, we will lease it on various occasions, and the game costs 150 per cent. You can also sign this kind of agency agreement."

A gleam flashed in Operator John's eyes.

He said: "It's not good to let the children pay for it! Since it is a test version to be eliminated, wouldn't it be better to donate a batch to Yixue?"

Does this mean you don't even want to pay?

Mithril's body can no longer maintain the shape of a cat: "Even if it's a test version, it's not a knockout product."

"But……"

"In this case, how about using another solution?"

At this time, Angor finally spoke, finally preventing Operator John from uttering more irritating Mithril words.

Officer John still looked unwilling, but the cold breath enveloped him and made him shiver, so he showed an expression of embarrassment that turned into anger. He wanted to say something, but President Hume suddenly pulled him away. gave him a hand and pointed to the ground.

Operator John lowered his head angrily, his expression froze instantly.

At some point, a pitch-black shadow completely enveloped their seats, like an abyss, ready to swallow them completely at any time.

Only then did Officer John realize that what they were facing was not just the boss of an alchemy workshop, but a black robe.

The black robe who cared the least about human life.

John shuddered, and finally closed his mouth tightly.

Only then did Angel look away, and said, "I'm glad you guys want to buy a game table, but I think so! The game table is actually not suitable for schools, whether it's the official version or the beta version!"

"How do you know if you don't try it?" Branch President Hume became anxious when he heard it.

He came here because of the practice of meditation on the game table, and of course he really wanted to buy it.

——Of course, it is also serious to want a discount.

Hume glared at Operator John and said, "If it's because of my rude attitude just now, I can apologize! I will order game tables for ten schools in the name of the Magic Association."

Operator John showed an unconvinced expression, and stared back.

But probably it is better if the Ministry of Education does not need to pay, and he did not refute this opinion.

"But as a 'game', it's not good for children to use it." Angel said.

Hume frowned and wanted to refute, but Mayor Owen heard other meanings: "Then the other plan you mentioned is—?"

"Magic Base Station."

"Magic Chicken Station?" Mayor Owen asked if he understood.

"Ah, I'm sorry, I just said the name I chose at random," Angel said, "Actually, it's the magic well."

"Magic Well?" Mayor Owen and Hume Branch President exchanged glances.

They must know the magic well.

In this plane, there are areas rich in magic power, and there are areas poor in magic power. Generally speaking, magic power is not static, it will wander around the whole world like wind and water.

In the age of magic, in order to restore magic power faster, mages will create a device called a "magic well" in the magic power-enriched area, and draw magic power in it like fetching water.

However, this equipment is quite expensive and the maintenance cost is high, so it is gradually abandoned in modern times.

Hume branch leader said: "The magic well is too expensive, isn't it? And it's not suitable for children..."

"Well, so it's not an ordinary magic well. In fact, it's more appropriate to call it a magic pool," Angel said. "This is my personal research - its principle is similar to that of an ordinary magic well, but the cost is lower. The magic power is also less, not enough for several mages to use, but in the area of ​​the magic pool, the magic power will be enriched and improved a lot. As long as simple runes can be used to cast magic, I can write several games similar to the game table, but More educational magic stuff, meditation for kids."

"...Then what about the price?" Branch President Hume asked hesitantly.

"Because it is my personal magic research, I am willing to pay this part of the money," Angel said, "but I need the administrator of the kingdom, the director of the Magic Association, and the Education Bureau to sign a formal magic agreement with me to recognize All the research results and wealth generated afterwards belong to me, Angel Cecilia!"

Hearing what he said, the three people present showed suspicious expressions.

The black robe on the opposite side showed a sinister smile indifferently: "However, I think you need this magic agreement more than I do, after all, you don't want me to use children to do experiments that endanger their souls and bodies, right? "

"Would you do that?" Owen asked.

He stood up, his plump body appeared extremely huge, and his eyes turned a dangerous red.

Angel did not make any promises: "That's why I said, both of us need restraint!"

"We can also choose not to trade with the black robe!" Hume branch leader said.

Angel nodded: "Of course, you can."

However, none of the people here explicitly refused. On the contrary, they looked at Angel vigilantly, and looked at each other again. It was still Owen who said:

"Please give us some time, we will seriously consider it."