Infrastructure starts from the game

Angel had seen everything he wanted to see.

So the moment his puppet head fell off, he turned back to Cecilia without any hesitation.

The fermentation of "Magical Girl☆Maya" did not stop because of this, and the discussion about it intensified. In the next six months, it was a popular content in major newspapers and film and television magazines.

These discussions affected the people of Cecilia one step ahead of the film itself.

After all, it will take time for the release of the movie itself, but the information will be transmitted through newspapers and radio stations first.

The Cecilians were tickled by these movie reviews, and from time to time, people would go to Magic Gear to inquire about movies.

Of course Angel could not let go of this wave of business opportunities.

"It's almost time to warm up."

After returning from Shesser, Angel said to Mithril Cat.

The warm-up that Angor mentioned was not a warm-up for the film—About the announcement of the film, Angor completely left it to Sir Mandela, after all, he was a professional—but for the surrounding warm up.

When he was filming the movie, he was planning a series of commercial promotions later, but the later stage of the movie was longer than Angel imagined. Shelved.

Angel felt he could start now.

So Angel picked a dark and windy night for a month, and Mithril came outside the workshop, waving his magic wand.

Of course, the magic wand used by Angel is not a fake magic wand, but an alchemy wand specially used by the owner of the magic gear.

This magic wand is not as shiny as a pseudo-magic wand, but its structure is definitely complicated. Its end is a complex pattern of stars, moon and sun. Yes, the positions of these magic crystal gemstones and magic circuit can be adjusted through the gears on the back to form different magic circles.

With such a wand, the alchemist can omit the process and get the result.

From this point of view, the pseudo-magic wand is not so much a magic wand, but actually more similar to an alchemy rod-they are intermediary props that have fixed spell runes or magic circles and output fixed spells.

This is also the biggest difference between a mage and an alchemist.

The functions of mages themselves are complete. They don't need the stable amplification of the magic wand. They can actually cast spells, but at the same time, they are limited by their own functions (talents), and they can only learn spells in a certain direction;

And alchemists are not complete, so they have to use external props to obtain spell effects, but at the same time, they are not limited by functions (talents), as long as they have enough materials and steps, they can get the magic effects they want. As a result, it even created a miracle greater than that of the mage.

For example, the workshop in front of you.

When Angel inserted the alchemy rod into the floor tiles under his feet, huge alchemy lines appeared under the storefront of the workshop, and different magic lines flowed on the building itself. Between its walls and floors, bricks They floated between the bricks and became like building blocks, wanting to be disassembled and combined at will.

Angel pulled out the prepared fourth floor and placed it under the first floor, so the original first floor became the second floor, and Angel took out the fifth floor and placed it on the current second floor (originally The upper part of the storefront on the first floor) became the third floor, and the upper two floors were moved up in turn. The floor of the rune studio became the fourth floor, and the bedrooms of Angel and Enlis reached the fifth floor.

"It's a bit too high, isn't it?" Angor complained, "It feels a bit inconvenient to go back to the room every day."

"You're fine, anyway, you can teleport in an instant. For Enlis and the rune masters, it's really a bit high." Mithril agreed with Angel's remarks in a rare way.

"During the next renovation, let's install an elevator in the store." Angel thought.

"No, you don't consider living in the main house of the workshop?" Mithril asked strangely.

Even the employees have dormitories. Of course, the previous owners of the workshop also have their own residences. It's just that Angel thinks it's too big and difficult to clean, so he has been living in the storefront.

Now that the workshop has turned from loss to profit, Angel can treat himself better.

But Angel, as a black-robed mage, has a different view of "be kinder to yourself" than ordinary people.

"The main house! It can indeed be used there. When I make some money at the end of this year, I will convert that house into a mage tower...the research room! Then I will have my own research room." Angel calculated road.

...What research room, you clearly said it was the mage tower, right?

Mithril gave Angor a sideways look.

But it can understand Angel's mood.

But all mages want their own mage tower, and only high-level mages are qualified to build towers, so mid-level mages like Angel can only think about it.

Now that he has money, he wants to get a copy of the Mage Tower to get addicted, and Mithril will not object.

Anyway, as long as the money is not invested in the black hole with no bottom line like the magic power base station, which affects the normal business of the workshop, Mithril doesn't care about the eccentricities and hobbies of its master.

What's more, among the previous masters, the way Angel rewarded himself was considered to be of great social value.

How Angor wants to spend the money is his own business, and Angor's "purses" only need to be responsible for the money.

When the members of Magic Gear came to the workshop the next day, they discovered the changes in the workshop.

They found that the game tables they often played were moved to the second floor, and the first floor became an open surrounding shopping mall. The shopping mall also had a member-only area, and only members could purchase certain limited magic products.

The guests didn't have much to say about it.

They didn't realize that the mall on this floor would become a lingering nightmare for the rest of their lives. They thought they could control their consumption desires, and only a small number of customers with good money took away a few Four Seasons game tables. The surrounding dolls were used as a compliment, and most people remained cautious when watching the wands in the member area, even if the pre-order could be discounted by [-]%, they were not tempted.

What really made the guests commotion was the arena in the game area on the second floor.

There's a reason this arena has been hugely acclaimed since it launched on the day Magic Gears reopened, but it hasn't been promoted as the main way to play it.

The first reason is an old problem. Manipulating characters requires too much magic power. Most players can’t do wonderful nirvana at all. In Angor's view, in fact, most rookies are having a good time, they don't even know what a 'nirvana' is;

The second reason is that the development is too difficult. It is too labor-intensive for Angel to design the appearance and fighting style of N game characters and special moves. Angel feels that if he has this skill, it is better to do something faster and more profitable. The development of this game arena was put on hold.

When the members came to the second floor of the alchemy workshop that day, they saw that the ring was placed at the entrance leading to the third floor.

There is a circle of golden chains around the arena, and these chains spread outwards until they reach the railing of the stairs on the third floor, forming layers of obstacles. At the top of the stairs, there is a big lock.

"What does it mean?"

The guest George asked: "Is this not allowed to play?"

George is one of the rookie guests who love the magic ring.

He registered as a member of Magic Gear on the day Magic Gear reopened, and he can be regarded as an old player after half a year, but George looked down on the "sissy" toys on the game table, and only chose Miss Cecilia in the ring Engage in "manly" battles with demon wolves.

So even though George has become a VIP5 just by consuming sparkling water, his magic power level is still F.

Half a month ago, George finally got his first achievement icon "Stubborn King".

At the same time, there are more than 100 people who have obtained this icon, and the number may continue to increase.

Angel expressed incomprehension to the game spirit of this group of people.

But if you can't understand it, you can't understand it. The guest is still the guest, so the reception cat immediately replied:

"Of course you can play meow!"

"You can do it as usual."

"Then why are you hanging on a layer of strange chains?" George said dissatisfiedly. He walked to the player's seat in the ring and put in coins.

Opposite George, another guest also stepped into the player seat.

It was a young guest, who seemed to be only eight or nine years old, not even as high as the seat. It was the hospitality cat who helped move a stool so that he could play with the buttons on the seat normally.

George became angry when he saw it: "Little brat, don't make trouble! This is not something you can play with!"

"Why can't I play after I paid?!" Little Poirot yelled back without fear.

Little Poirot had only recently joined the Magic Gear membership.

His family lived on the edge of the city of Cecilia. For a boy who was only nine years old, it was an adventure to go from the edge of the city to the center of the city alone.

However, the free school where little Poirot is located is a pilot school for the magic power base station.

After repeatedly trying to stay and play games (X) to learn magic, but was chased away by the old man who opened the door, little Poirot finally learned of the existence of magic gears, and then he ran to this alchemist on a rest day. Workshop, I want to see if you can "learn magic" around the magic gear.

The surrounding area of ​​the magic gear is naturally also possible, but little Poirot was fascinated by the magic ring.

Sure enough, a man still needs to fight passionately!

Little Poirot suddenly forgot his dream of becoming a worker. He felt that he must be a brave warrior who was born in the magical age.

On this rest day, little Poirot came to the workshop again.

Since little Poirot came here after a "long journey", of course he would not back down in such a place. He said to the "enemy" provocatively: "Uncle, you are not afraid of losing to a child like me!"

"Wow! Kind!"

"Old George, give this kid some color."

The onlookers booed in fear that the matter was not big enough.

George blushed and said, "Just wait for me!"

He quickly pressed the button, "summoned" the lovely Miss Cecilia, and then controlled her to raise her wand to the magic wolf summoned by little Poirot.

George has been playing this game all the time, so the operation is naturally familiar.

Little Poirot was a little embarrassed.

The last few times he came here, he stood by and watched other people play, and it was the first time he started to operate by himself. The wolf didn't dodge the attack all of a sudden, and was hit hard, and a big flower of blood appeared on his head. .

"Hahaha, kid, go back to your mother's arms and nurse!" George laughed.

The people around are still booing:

"Kill him!"

"Little ghost, this is not the place for you!"

"Show him some color!"

The messy calls were mixed with dirty words, which made several hospitality cats stop and watch.

Recently, the user population of the magic arena and game table has gradually expanded, and it is becoming more and more unsuitable for children.

The entertaining cats have been watching carefully, determined to drag the human cub out before the situation gets out of hand.

But the cub was calmer than anyone expected.

Despite being besieged by foul language, little Poirot didn't panic at all. He manipulated the wolf to avoid the opponent's second attack, fumbled with the use of the keyboard, and slowly became proficient.

Then, the gap in magic power between the two slowly emerged.

Although little Poirot is young, he has received formal (?) magic education in the past six months. Not to mention the "remedial class" opportunity he has worked so hard to get, the daily meditation class is honestly moving bricks, and there is still I don't think I can move enough.

His game rating in Magic Gear has reached level C, which is a rating that can play game tables normally.

And George is the opposite.

He is the most common ordinary person without magical talent, because he has no interest in the game table, and naturally has no other opportunities for meditation, so after operating the character to attack a few times, his movements slowed down.

George needs to rest for a while before he can recover a little bit of magic.

If the opponent is a rookie like him, the two sides will enter a common confrontation state. Usually, the characters on the ring are motionless, but the voice of the two players is louder in the player seat-if they get excited, they will even make an appointment. Battle □ □ Park - In the end, the game was forcibly terminated due to too long time without action, or was simply coaxed out of the ring by other players.

Naturally, little Poirot would not let go of George's exposed "weakness".

His magic wolf rushed towards Miss Cecilia and bit her neck all at once.

"Bastard!" George tapped the button anxiously.

But what's the use?His magic power has run out.

The blood on the top of Cecilia's head kept bubbling.

"Your button is broken!" George shouted angrily.

Without entertaining the cat to reply, the audience booed:

"It's you who are so useless!"

"If you lose, just admit defeat obediently!"

"A soft bastard that even a child can't beat!"

This group of onlookers is very "fair". They always stand on the side of the strong and mock the weak.

George was not as calm as little Poirot, he tapped the button angrily:

"proceed if you can!"

The audience booed.

There were quite a few who said "Let me do it". Unfortunately, I don't know if it was because it was the morning of the rest day, and the strong men were still sleeping at home, but none of them defeated Poirot.

When little Poirot won the No.13 game, after killing Cecilia, the demon wolf did not show the usual victory posture, but walked a few steps towards the steps instead.

"Brave, if it's you, maybe you can save this woman's tragic fate."

"Are you up to the challenge?"

what is this?

If you were an adult, you would definitely ask this question.

But little Poirot was only a nine-year-old boy. He felt that it was only natural that the demon wolf who had fought for him for so long would ask him for such a request, because he had already proved his strength!

Little Poirot immediately replied excitedly: "Yes!"

The wolf nodded, and his whole body turned into a silver ball of light and landed on the chains around the ring, so the chains on the steps fell with a rattle, and even the top lock opened with a "click".

It made a lot of noise and also emitted a strong light, which almost attracted the attention of the players on the second floor.

A Maine Coon cat in boots jumped onto the open steps and said to little Poirot:

"Please come meow, brave man."

Little Poirot followed the Maine Coon cat to the third floor.

"What is that?"

The other players were naturally curious and wanted to follow, but as Poirot walked up the steps, the golden chains hung behind him layer by layer again, blocking the road again.

The voice of the Maine Coon came down from above:

"Only the brave who have accepted the test are qualified to enter the third floor!"

"What's this? A new event?"

"Is there a new game on the third floor?"

"I'm already at VIP9 level, let me go up and have a look!"

The other players gathered towards the ring, and they quickly learned the rules from the entertaining cat:

"Win thirteen times in a row;"

"Or use a nirvana;"

"When five players pass the test, the arena on the second floor will be cancelled, and all players can enter the 'Unreal Arena' on the third floor."

Naturally, the number of players playing in the magic arena on this day has increased several times.

Even players who are not interested in the arena will go to the arena to play a few games out of curiosity about the third floor.

Because of this, people noticed a problem that they didn't usually notice: it seems that the more times you play the game table, the higher the magic level the player is, the more flexible the operation is when playing in the arena—although it does not rule out that it is like An XX Handicapped players with no amount of magic power to save them.

"You are compulsive consumption!"

After being tortured and killed countless times, George and other rookie players walked towards the game table cursing.

Little Poirot was unaware of the following dispute.

He followed the Maine Coon to the third floor, but the Maine Coon did not lead him through the gate that looked like the entrance of a theater, but led him through a long corridor to a room with five floor-to-ceiling mirrors. In the small room.

Little Poirot walked past five mirrors, only one of which reflected his figure.

Poirot looked at the mirror curiously, and found that he was wearing a jazz hat in the mirror.

Then he touched his head and actually took off a hat from his head.

"This is your prize," said the Maine Coon cat, "The brave man who passes the consideration first can get this equipment for free."

"Dear master, I am the hat of wisdom, and I will guide your battle next." The hat said so.

"It's free...that is, you can spend money?" Poirot asked strangely.

In this regard, he seems to have the carefulness that a nine-year-old boy should not have: "I also saw a similar hat in the member area of ​​the store on the first floor. Is it a commodity?"

But how could Angel make such a mistake.

"No, no, this hat is special!" The Maine Coon was taken aback by Poirot's questioning. It didn't expect the child to ask such a sharp question, but it quickly replied, "See the blue hat on it?" Is it your ribbon? This is unique to you, and you will find it has special uses when you are fighting, and in your membership certificate, there will be a brave badge that belongs exclusively to you."

Speaking of this, the Maine Coon already admired Angel very much.

Why is the master so thoughtful? !

Even the possessiveness of the guests is counted as a prize!

But the Maine Coon was a bit wrong. Little Poirot actually didn't care much about "exclusiveness". He was just checking whether the props in his hand were the magic props mentioned by the counter on the first floor.

Now confirmed, Poirot happily put the hat on top of his head.

And with his movements, both himself and the mirror body in the mirror disappeared, revealing the door behind.

"The rest of the journey must be done by you alone." Maine put his left paw on his chest and bowed.

"give it to me!"

Little Poirot walked through the door with his head held high.

Behind the door is a huge arena, which is suspended alone in the middle of the sky, looking down, there are layers of mage towers, but the tops of those towers stand upright like needles in a trap, making people afraid of falling .

But of course this arena was not for players to go up and fight. There was a player seat behind the door Poirot passed through.

Of course, Poirot put his hand on the panel without hesitation and input the magic power.

A magical girl dressed mainly in blue appeared in front of Poirot's eyes:

"Magical girl Lisa, answer your call."

"Please lead me to fight! My partner."

The magical girl said so.

On the opposite side of the arena, a group of little monsters jumped out. If Poirot had seen the movie "Magic Girl", he would definitely recognize them as monsters that appeared in the movie, but even if he hadn't seen the movie, it wouldn't affect the game. conduct.

Little Poirot quickly manipulated the magical girl Lisa to fight with the little monster.

It's just that when he was fighting at the most intense moment, he heard his hat suddenly say: "My wise master, why do you fight in such a clumsy way? Lisa can obviously use more powerful moves."

"What to do?" asked little Poirot.

The hat announced a series of spells: "Use this magic, it can help you!"

Little Poirot repeated the series of spells aloud, and the magical girls began to chant the spells simultaneously, and they successfully defeated the monster.

but……

The game doesn't matter at all at this moment.

To Poirot at least, it didn't matter at all.

Little Poirot didn't start the next round immediately, but asked a very wonderful question to the hat: "How can you know these complicated spells?"

"I have a magic hat with a good memory!" replied the hat.

"If I ask you to remember other things, will you remember them too?" asked Poirot.

"If you have enough magic power, of course I can remember."

"Include all the textbooks?!"

Little Poirot's eyeballs rolled up.