I save the world by summoning players to science

In the meeting room, the magicians looked at the two plain white papers on the table, and for a moment felt as if they were facing two dangerous magic scrolls that had been spread out. After looking at each other, they still dared not touch bump.

It seems that just the act of "picking up two sheets of paper and blowing into the middle" takes all their strength.

——Although there was no clear answer in my heart, I finally had a vague result.

Daydreaming glanced at the magician who suddenly fell silent in front of him, a little confused about their thoughts.

"Of course, it doesn't matter if you don't try it. I have demonstrated it to you just now. The result is certain and regular. Even if you are not a member of Scientology, you can get the same result." Daydreaming broke the silence, For a moment, I felt the same as the teacher who said "raise your hand if you know the answer" in the public class, but finally faced the quiet classroom.

...The discussion was so intense before, why did it suddenly fall silent?

Thinking of the huge sum of four hundred gold coins, he looked at the silent magicians, and finally struggled to make a conclusion: "So, it is for this reason that the surface wind speed on the wing of the plane is relatively high. The plane will take off only if it is fast.”

Magicians have always been very curious guys, after all, magic is not something simple and easy in many cases.Although he fell silent for some unknown reasons before, after daydreaming and saying this, the magician who reacted looked a little ready to move.

At least until now, they probably also knew why those wind magicians present at that time used magic.

The president of the magic guild coughed twice to suppress the complicated thoughts in his heart, and asked, "Then why did the wooden bird...the plane fly in the direction of the blowing wind after the wind blows on one side?"

"This... I don't really know. I only know that under the guidance of Mr. Sai, we discovered this natural law that applies to any situation, just like water will habitually flow downhill." Daydreaming pondered for a moment, Finally gave the other party such an answer.

Of course, as a daydreamer who has received modern education, he naturally understands the relevant principles.However, the various parts of science are always complementary and inseparable as a whole. When talking about aircraft take-off, we must talk about the difference in air pressure, and when talking about the difference in air pressure, we must talk about the atmosphere. It is inevitable to talk about gravity and universal gravitation.

Behind a problem, there are often many unknowns. This is not something that can be explained simply in a few words, let alone that he may not be able to understand those things after careful study... Thinking about it this way, let's just deal with it directly and perfunctorily Forget it, anyway, the NPCs seem to accept the somewhat nonsensical answer of "the reason for the magic is probably because of the gods".

"Is that so..." After hearing this answer, the president of the magic union and other magicians who were quiet and waited to hear the reason behind it couldn't help but feel a little regretful.

But regrets are regrets. Facing these Scientologists who are willing to share knowledge with them, after this brief but rewarding exchange, I still have to say "thank you".

The president of the magic union and Daydream thanked: "Thank you for your generosity, and thank you for your willingness to selflessly share all this with us."

The word "selfless" obviously touched a nerve that players have become sensitive to after playing this anti-routine game.

——My God, this NPC doesn't intend to go whoring for nothing.

After fully feeling how smart and free this game is, after listening to these words, there is only one idea that suddenly appeared in the hearts of these poor players.

After all, in their opinion, in such a period of time before a general science class is long, they can't help but calculate in their hearts that they have to pay so much money for something that they don't understand the specific reason. Worth it or not.

Daydream coughed and hinted frantically, "Actually, we're not that selfless."

"No, no, no, knowledge is priceless, and it is not something that can be easily measured by four hundred gold coins. What you Scientologists have spent so long studying have now told us so sincerely, we I will always remember these." The president of the magic union spoke sincerely.

A mere four hundred gold coins... Tsk, they also want to say such things lightly.

The players seemed to have eaten lemons, and they were taken to collect their rewards. The golden light reflected from the four hundred gold coins almost dazzled their eyes.

If they hadn't remembered that the mission rewards brought by the elves worth two hundred gold coins at the beginning would definitely not be low, they would all have wanted to say, "Why don't you just take the gold coins and leave, regardless of the elf."

Because there was consideration in advance that the rewards from the Magic Union would be too much to pay, or the possibility of being targeted by vicious criminals on the road, Daydream made an appointment with other players in the group early on to join the Magic Union. Respond at the door.Although the four hundred gold coins were far beyond their expectations, many players came because the players who had been poor for a long time were afraid of being robbed. In the end, they successfully took out the gold coins from the magic union.

Before that, they had arranged for someone to find the hotel where the slave trader was staying, and now they got these [-] gold coins. Although they still felt reluctant to part with this huge sum of money, they thought about how lucrative the task would be in the future. For the reward, they approached the slave trader and explained why they wanted to buy elves.

The slave merchant who was stunned by what the players said before opened the door. Seeing so many players blocking the door of his room, his first reaction was that this group of people refused to stop, and they all organized a group to come to the door. He sold himself.

"Don't sell it, don't sell it, I said that I won't sell the elves to you." The slave trader was frightened by this group of people who didn't follow the routine and sold themselves as soon as they said they would sell themselves. The first reaction was to close the door.But before he could react, this group of players who had experienced two wars had already reacted before him, and squeezed most of their bodies into the room.

"Hey, don't refuse so quickly, we are here to discuss business seriously, two hundred gold coins, can you sell it or not?" The players who squeezed into the door asked seriously.

For the excellent auction in his hands, the slave trader naturally had high hopes for this elf. Seeing that these refugees only wanted to buy his favorite product at the bottom price, he naturally couldn't agree: "Sorry, You have to know that in the auction house, the transaction price of many outstanding products can often be multiplied by several times, do you think I will buy it to you so easily?"

"Then what about us? Get us on the auction floor, and you should be able to make a lot of money in the future." A player with a job-changing priest and magician suddenly responded.

It's not that they can't afford to pay, even if they see all four hundred gold coins thrown here, they can't help but feel uncomfortable in their hearts.

...Of course, before saying this, I thought about the other party's previous attitude, but I didn't report many successful thoughts. It was probably similar to booing.

And this obviously only made the slave trader feel his scalp tingle, feeling that he was threatened again.

When the player in charge of the negotiation signaled the others to lower their voices, he turned his head and looked at the slave trader on the opposite side: "Since two hundred gold coins is not enough, what price can you accept in your heart? Tell us, we are not We can’t talk about it.” Anyway, can we bargain later.

The slave trader's first reaction was to end the conversation. After all, how can ordinary people make more money than the princes and nobles in the auction house who compete with each other to pay and stimulate consumption?But looking at the priests and magicians in front of him, and seeing the familiar faces who really used holy light magic on him not long ago, the growing strange feeling in his heart still stopped the words of rejection that he was about to blurt out.

——If you want this elf so unrelentingly, maybe he has something that is particularly important to the Holy See of Light and the Magic Union.

After the anger and panic subsided, the slave trader belatedly felt that something was wrong.Unaware of the player's psychology, he looked at the people in front of him, and remembered their almost shameless actions on the street for the elf, and suddenly cold sweat broke out on his back.

Whether it is priests and nuns who serve the God of Light, or noble magicians who can use magic, these people who are born different from ordinary people often show unconscious arrogance to other ordinary people because of their extraordinaryness.

To make these proud guys lose their dignity like this, there must be some terrifying secret hidden behind that elf...

Comparing the looks of the pastors he had seen before, the slave trader couldn't help but gasped.The more he thought about it, the more afraid he became. Facing the eyes of the players, he unconsciously took a step back, his voice trembling: "I also think we can negotiate."

"Well, two hundred gold coins, I will give you the elves."

If you don't agree now, you may not even get two hundred gold coins in the future... The slave trader recalled those other businessmen and the nobles' terrorist methods he had revealed, and finally let go.

For a moment, the players didn't understand why the attitude of the businessman in front of them changed suddenly, but thinking that there would be two hundred gold coins left to share with them, they quickly agreed to the deal.

Soon, with two hundred gold coins, the players bought an elf at a cheap price.

……

After roughly dividing the remaining money according to the previous contributions, the players released the elves from the prison car.

In the short conversation afterwards, they roughly learned each other's name—Darcy, and the location of the follow-up mission—the Forest of Silence.

After such a toss, the real time is almost in the middle of the night.Most players also need to study or work the next day. After completing this task, it is almost time for them to go offline.

When it comes to going offline, the first reaction of many players is to find a pleasing tree outside the city, but seeing the elf who followed them like a humanoid follower after being released from the prison car, they had to try Reverse their habitual thinking of "finding the tree and taking it offline".

... After all, the wild is so dangerous, what if someone has a wrong mind about this elf when they are offline.You must know that if they didn't want to do the follow-up tasks, they couldn't resist the temptation of money and wanted to send each other to the auction.

Not to mention, they can now be regarded as players with a few "huge sums" of gold coins, what if they are targeted by a randomly refreshed thief NPC.

Players who have only taken a small step forward on the road to poverty alleviation can't help but feel a little worried.

As a result, the players who were used to being poor were rarely generous. A group of people found a hotel, took copper coins from their pockets, and pooled money together to book a room.

Yes, there is only one room.

Dalsey sat on the only bed in the small room, watching these dozens of people fill every corner of the room.Because the room is not big enough, some people's photos are even directly stacked on top of others.

He couldn't help but feel his scalp tingling.

Before going offline, I noticed the look in the eyes of the elf, and the player enthusiastically chatted with this NPC: "Darcy, we can find a way to send you home together when we get up tomorrow morning. It's hard to get out of the prison car , how do you feel now?"

Dalsey carefully sat on the bed, looked at the offline players lying all over the floor, and praised bravely: "Fortunately...the warmth of home."

With so many people crowded in this small room, the breath they exhale makes the temperature in this room much higher than outside, doesn't it just make people feel "warm".

"That's good." After he finished speaking, he lay back on the thread with a relaxed face.Because the room was not big, he just happened to fall on top of another player.

Not to mention, even so, compared to the fact that they have to take a hard concave position before going offline in the wild to prevent falling off a tree in the middle of the night, going offline in a hotel is really much more comfortable.

Darcy, the elf who occupied the only bed in the room, looked at An Tian's face after these people fell asleep, and his conscience ached.

… For a moment, looking at these players who could still sleep to death under such conditions, and recalling the scene where they took out copper coins to fix the room, he couldn't help but want to go back and find the slave trader In exchange for two hundred gold coins, I gave it back to these kind human beings who lost their fortunes for him.