I save the world by summoning players to science

The sky is the dream of human beings.

In Corunna's magic guild, since the last time the Scientologists generously shared with them the secrets of flying those scientific planes into the sky, the magicians here have started to research their own "magic planes".

Before that, they had already tried to follow the tricks mentioned by those Scientologists, and successfully created a magic plane that could fly people into the sky.With the assistance of excellent magicians from the Magic Union, the magic plane they built was even faster and more stable than the scientific plane seen in the city battle.

However, even so, compared with the scientific planes made by the Scientologists, their magic planes still have a fatal flaw, which makes all the advantages seem eclipsed under this premise——

The magic planes they manufactured are indeed worthy of the prefix of "magic". Without a magician who can use wind magic, it is just a pile of useless rotten wood, which cannot exert even a little value.

Of course, in order to solve this problem, they also tried to burn reusable magic circles on the wings, but they all ended in failure.

The great magician Abel stood beside the magic plane, and he burned a magic circle on the wing with a wooden knife.Accompanied by the continuously flying sawdust, he forcibly carved the last magic rune of the magic circle.

Not long ago, he had drawn the same magic circle on parchment with a quill, and finally made a successful wind magic scroll.

But now, after the magic circle was imprinted on the wing of the plane, the wing was directly broken and scrapped because of the failure to burn the magic circle and the overload of input magic power.

Borg, who is also a great magician, can easily judge the problem from it. Although he doesn't think that Abel will make this kind of mistake that usually only happens to novice magicians, the facts are also indisputable. : "Abel, did you fail to control the magic power output just now, which caused the final drawing of the magic circle to fail?"

He obviously spoke the minds of many other magicians around him.But accusing a great magician of committing such a problem that usually only occurs to novices, this can undoubtedly be regarded as another form of disdain.

Hearing that Borg really asked the question so openly, the other magicians around who could already imagine how angry the highly acclaimed great magician Abel would be after hearing these words all bowed their heads , for fear that he would lead to unreasonable disasters.

Sure enough, after failing to draw the magic circle, Abel, who was almost questioning his level of strength, really exploded when he heard this kind of questioning.

He turned his head angrily, looked at Borg and said angrily: "Didn't control the magic power output well? Do you think this kind of problem might happen to me?!"

"Oh, Borg, if you can use your brain to think about it, or try it yourself, my near-perfect magic circle drawing success rate can tell you that this is not my problem, but all A common mistake that magicians make at times like this."

Since the failure to draw the reusable magic circle specially designed for the magic plane at the beginning, the psychological expectations of these magicians in the magic union have dropped again and again. Now they only hope to burn the magic circle successfully like drawing a magic scroll normally. On the wing, even if it is a simple disposable aircraft, at least it can fly by itself without relying on external forces.

But even so, even if the great magician does it himself, once such a basic magic circle is required to be engraved on the wooden wings, there is still no possibility of success in the end.

...In fact, not long ago, when Abel saw that those magicians failed even with this kind of basic magic circle, his thoughts were roughly the same as Borg at this time, and he only felt that these magicians The level is too low.It wasn't until I tried it myself that I realized how difficult this seemingly simple thing actually is.

"Is that so?" Borg frowned, "But strictly speaking, magic circles can also be drawn on wooden boards, if we simply change the process of drawing to engraving, theoretically speaking, there shouldn't be such a problem. .”

Abel said impatiently: "Put away your useless theory, the actual gap between the magic scroll and the magic circle burning is very different, this is not a problem that you can solve with a simple 'theory' .”

"But the most commonly used detection magic is not much different in terms of drawing and burning. From the existing relevant theories..." Borg tried to explain, but was interrupted before he could finish speaking.

Abel: "There is a big difference between theory and reality. You'd better forget your theories. I heard that you have been researching theories related to the origin of magic recently. I advise you to give up these researches early."

"How many magicians have died in these magic researches of little practical value in the past, maybe in the future you will lose all your sanity and become a lunatic because of this."

"It's useless? If I can fully understand these, the problems that arise when burning the magic circle can be solved. And the magic research I am doing recently has also made breakthroughs in the past few days. I believe that in the future, I will These problems of the magic plane will be completely solved soon." Speaking of his own research, Borg's tone is inevitably a little proud.

"Are you sure? Those magicians who have studied similar problems said so before they collapsed into madness, but obviously they all went mad and turned into blasphemers in the end, and died in a miserable state." Abel's tone was a little bit Sincerely, "Borg, being able to become a great magician shows that you have enough talent in magic, and you will have a bright future in the future."

"You don't want to be so stupid, go back and take a good look at the cases recorded in the books. It is because of this evil research that their glorious prospects are all ruined."

As a great magician, Borg obviously also has his own pride: "They are them, and my research development has been smooth sailing until now. It is obviously impossible for this kind of problem to appear on me."

Abel shook his head in disapproval: "Tsk tsk, that's what they all said before they went crazy."

Borg only felt that Abel's words were a bit weird, and he didn't want to continue this kind of useless dispute with the other party, so he simply stopped talking.

The research on the magic plane has been carried out so far, and it can roughly be regarded as a failure.

Fortunately, when there are wind magicians, it can indeed fly into the sky, and there will be a new choice when fleeing or rushing in the future. Their efforts during this period of time are not all in vain.

……

Recently, in Corunna, two scientific forms of entertainment have suddenly become popular in this border town, and have been loved by almost all the townspeople.

At first, I just watched a dozen Scientologists playing poker and mahjong around the gate of the city with constant flow of people. The new form of entertainment has completely attracted their attention.

In the end, some people even went around to the gate of the city, just to stand on the sidelines and watch them play cards.

It has to be said that the God of Science has always been a tolerant and benevolent god, and the character of his believers in this aspect is also in line with him.Perhaps seeing that they were very interested in this new entertainment, those Scientologists directly took out the drawings selflessly and provided them to all townspeople for free.

So much so that now, they don't even need to go to the gate of the city to find Scientologists to copy the blueprints. As long as they find a craftsman in the city, the other party can directly make poker or mahjong for them.

The scientific way of entertainment had become so famous in the town that it inevitably affected the lesser aristocrats who professed high and firm beliefs.

Dennis can be regarded as a well-known nobleman in Corunna.

...Of course, he is only relatively famous in Corunna.Once a small nobleman like him went to some other big town, he might be completely submerged in the crowd with his net worth, without any recognition.

As a nobleman, elegance and loyalty became his motto.

And as a loyal believer, even in Corunna, where there are many Scientologists and even the Holy See of Light has acquiesced that its enemies haunt the town, he still sticks to his beliefs.

Occasionally watching the bishop in the Corunna Church do nothing, acquiescing to the existence of Scientology as if he had betrayed the will of the gods, he could not help but sigh in his heart, feeling that the light who shouldered the mission bestowed by the gods himself The believers are not as good as he is, after all, he never allows his servants to run wild on his territory and use science to attack the God of Light at will.

Naturally, Dennis had heard about the recently emerging entertainment methods in Corunna.

As for how that small stack of papers caused the whole city to fall into obsession, he just felt a little inexplicable, and at the same time, he was puzzled with a bit of arrogance belonging to the nobility.

After all, in his opinion, dramas, antique treasures, even slightly bloody hunting and dog fighting, which of them is not more elegant and exciting than this stack of papers, and only these have never seen what is real entertainment. Only ordinary people are obsessed with such rude and clumsy things.

On the way to the Colosseum to fight dogs with other little nobles of Corunna, Dennis looked at the civilians sitting on the ground playing cards by the side of the road, and saw their blushing and thick-necked expressions when they threw out the paper. In the end, he couldn't hold back, and frowned slightly showing a slightly disgusted expression.

... In the final analysis, isn't it just a few pieces of paper? As for being so excited.

Dennis pouted, and lowered the curtain of the carriage.How unreasonable the outside scene seemed to him, he simply couldn't understand how those people were completely moved by these simple pieces of paper.

Maybe this is ordinary civilians under science.

Thinking of this, he came all the way to the Colosseum in a carriage, during which he never tried to open the curtain to see the world that was incompatible with him under science.

……

"My lord, the Colosseum is here." After the carriage stopped, the servant's respectful voice came from outside the carriage.

Dennis got out of the carriage, took the dog leash handed over by the manservant, and led his favorite fighting dog these days to walk inside.

However, just at the entrance, he was stopped by the attendants at the entrance of the Colosseum: "My lord, I'm sorry, the fighting dog you brought may be too fierce, so I can't bring it in."

"If you don't worry, you can leave it to us to take care of it. During the time you enter the venue, we will take care of it properly and wait for you to come out."

…Look at what he said, if Dennis hadn’t clearly known that this was a Colosseum, he might have thought that he went in to fight with other nobles, and the fighting dog he raised was watching the performance in the auditorium.

Also, one day the Colosseum did not allow fierce-looking fighting dogs to enter. How could fighting dogs fight if they were not fierce? What does this mean? !

Dennis couldn't understand what the attendant meant, but seeing the attendant's face as if there was nothing wrong with it, he could only reluctantly regard it as a compliment to the fighting dog he raised.

He maintained the elegant smile that a nobleman should have, and tried to explain to his attendants: "But isn't this the Colosseum?"

The attendant looked stunned: "Although it is the Colosseum, these days are different from before. Poker and mahjong are very popular in Scientology recently. We don't fight beasts here these days, and play cards instead."

"The grown-ups inside are all like this, and your fighting dog will definitely scare them when it goes in." It may be that Dennis's face is really a bit ugly, and the attendant added after seeing this, "Of course, my lord, not only This is the case here, even the places where black boxing was played in the past, I heard that in a few days, they will add a new venue for this competition."

Dennis couldn't help doubting his ears, what did he hear just now?Those nobles who used to fight dogs with him were all playing with paper?

... He can understand that ordinary civilians are obsessed with this, but those nobles who have seen a lot of markets usually also play this crude game together, how is this possible? !

The suspicion on Dennis's face was so obvious that the attendant didn't even have to think much about it to read what the noble lord in front of him was thinking.

The attendant asked tentatively: "If you don't believe me, you can go in and see for yourself. I never lied."

Dennis naturally refused to believe it. He obviously didn't think that a nobleman who was as knowledgeable as him would end up folding on this stack of papers.

He handed the dog leash to his manservant, thinking that what the manservant said was too absurd, he obviously felt that he would be able to see through the other party's unsophisticated lie soon, and then came out to lead his pit dog in.

...or in other words, if there are really civilians playing these fancy games made by the Scientology, then there is no need for him to stay here any longer.

Dennis walked into the door slowly, and as he walked through the corridors he was familiar with, the exclamations of surprise in his ears became more and more clear.Compared with the past, nothing seems to have changed.

——Sure enough, the attendants outside are probably just making fun of him, and such bad behavior must be punished.

Dennis thought so, and when he walked into the Colosseum, he saw several card tables neatly arranged in the usual dogfighting arena, and the nobles he knew were sitting or standing on the edge of the card tables. .

He looked at the nobles holding the papers in their hands solemnly, and watched a certain winning noble blushing with excitement just like the commoners he saw on the road, and finally even stood up amidst the applause of others Cheering and celebrating his victory, suddenly, the world became extraordinarily magical in Dennis' eyes.