I save the world by summoning players to science

Gold and silk touch people's hearts, and Caesar, who is a businessman at home, really understands this truth very well.

It was precisely because he knew so clearly that he was so surprised after he heard who had eaten my homework.

It took him a while to react and give the answer: "If you insist on not getting the relevant share, then its future price will be around twelve silver coins."

Although it was clear before this that these Scientologists had noble characters that were very similar to the gods they believed in, but after hearing the answer given by who ate my homework, I still couldn't stop my surprise.

Because of this, even the tone of his speech now is a little more respectful than before.

"However, are you really sure? These are your painstaking efforts." Although the same question has been asked before, this seemingly short question has a considerable impact on the future.So much so that at this time, he looked at the front of him and frowned, like a Scientologist who was caught in distress and struggled and couldn't make up his mind, he still couldn't help asking again.

"It's confirmed now. After all, this is not something that belongs to me." He obviously wanted to persuade the Scientologists in front of him to think more about himself and the Holy See, but he didn't expect that when he said it, who would eat me? Instead, I made up my mind about my homework.

"And money is something like that, anyway, it's just enough, it's useless if you take too much."

If at the beginning she was a little bit reluctant to get rich as mentioned by netizens on the forum several times, then now that she thinks that this knowledge is just something she found on the Internet and textbooks, it is not an expert she found after hard research. It belonged to her patent, so it would be enough to feel relieved to think about it.

And if you count it seriously, this is in an overly real game instead of reality, and it is useless to have so many game coins in your hand.

For games, the most important thing is to have fun, and she feels very happy like this now.

"By the way, you just said that you need twelve silver coins if you don't add a share, right?" Whoever ate my homework coughed lightly, and then focused the topic on the price again, "Could it be possible to give all the contents of the book? Is that all I can get, your price is a bit unreasonable."

Although she was also surprised that she could get three silver coins for every book sold, but facing Caesar, she perfectly concealed her astonishment.

...Of course, she didn't know that this was the preferential treatment given by Caesar in order to allow poor Scientologists to get enough money to develop the sect.

Caesar was originally moved by the rhetoric of who ate my homework, but in the blink of an eye, the other party started a new round of price reduction.

He straightened his back reflexively, took out the negotiation posture specially trained by his father, frowned and explained in a tight voice: "It's not unreasonable, the prices of books on the market are usually like this."

"Whether it is the initial production of printing plates, midway transportation and storage, or even the final promotional expenses, these are not places that can save money."

"You just said that it's not a book..." Who ate my homework and curled his lips, "Just a few sheets of paper, let's not mention other promotional and transportation, just make a printing plate that costs How much money, just a few words, I don’t think it’s too complicated.”

——You know, this will be placed in the printing shop of their school, and all these contents will be printed on A4 paper, and it will only cost fifty cents if it is exhausted!

...Maybe it's because she has completely lost contact with her future interests. After making a decision, the joy of getting rich is replaced by the joy of bargaining.

Caesar shook his head at who ate my homework, probably because of his previous high favorability, at this time he didn't feel too angry after hearing these completely layman remarks: "It's not like that, Making plates is not easy. If you make a mistake in engraving a character, you have to start all over again.”

"It's not easy to do, and it will be very stressful for the craftsmen who make it."

Whoever ate my homework is also the first time to know what kind of printing method is the text printing in the game from the mouth of the NPC. Ancient times?!"

"Can't a set of magic combination punch down, or a useful magic printing machine, can the book be printed easily?!"

"Where did you hear about the magic book?" Caesar seriously explained to the other party, "Maybe these working magicians are easier to do than ordinary people, but those magicians are nothing. Those who are willing to condescend to do this kind of work."

"And the magic printing machine you mentioned... Seriously, even if you don't talk about this, even if it's something else, I haven't heard of any magician who can apply magic to the machine. Let it work on its own." So before this, the magic holy lamp of the Holy See of Light was hailed as a miracle by the world.

Whoever ate my homework was silent for a while, just when Caesar thought that the Scientologist in front of him had given up his mind to continue bargaining and heaved a sigh of relief, the other party suddenly asked: "Well, friend, have you heard of it?" Movable type printing?"

Caesar heard the term for the first time: "Movable type printing?"

If other ancient inventions that are applicable to the background of this game era have to be searched online, then as one of the four great inventions, the principle looks simple and the movable type printing that was specially learned in the classroom back then, many players almost You can tell a rough idea with your mouth open.

Whoever ate my homework explained the general principle to the other party: "It is to select all the characters in the printing plate separately, engrave them one by one, and then arrange and fix the characters when printing. The words are printed on paper. In this way, even if the craftsman makes a mistake, the loss will not be too great."

Caesar thought about it seriously, and then his eyes lit up: "What a genius idea, why haven't I heard of such a whimsical idea before."

"Worthy of being a believer of that great god, who is so deeply involved in life and sympathetic to the people's creativity, presumably only He will notice these."

Whoever ate my homework and ignored his flattery, who has taken history classes for several years, naturally knows how smart her ancestors are than the NPCs in the game: "Then if you reduce the waste here, you should be able to reduce the waste by two more." A lot of silver coins."

"If you are willing to use this improved technology in exchange, I might be able to bargain with my father and bring the price down to around nine silver coins." Worthy of the name "God of Wealth" in the players' mouths, Caesar did not hold back I am willing to help these Scientologists.

"Nine silver coins..." Whoever eats my homework thinks that if she works hard, she can always cut it down again, but she really has no reason to continue bargaining, so she can only Trying to make up a reason, "How about eight silver coins? I think eight sounds more auspicious. If you take this as the selling price, the business will definitely be more prosperous in the future."

Her tone of voice sounded a little determined.

...But yes, even if you don't say anything about auspiciousness or inauspiciousness, cheap things will definitely sell more smoothly than before the price cut, this can be regarded as an iron law.

In this world, the lucky numbers derived from homophonic sounds are obviously different from the real world.

Caesar didn't think there was any difference between eight and nine: "This...auspicious or unlucky has nothing to do with these two simple numbers."

Whoever ate my homework waved his hand: "No, you don't know, in the culture handed down by us Scientologists, eight means getting rich. Not to mention anything else, with the price of this number, it will definitely attract everyone. The Scientologist's gaze."

"Believe me, changing it to eight silver coins will definitely make you rich!"

Caesar was dubious: "...Really?"

Whoever ate my homework said sternly: "Of course."

Caesar will not doubt the words of the Scientologists in front of him, not only because this era itself is an era of belief in gods, the world will naturally affirm these superstitious statements, but also because the character shown by the other party is deeply Impressed him.

How could such a person lie to him?

Caesar looked at who ate my homework, thought for a moment and gritted his teeth: "Okay, then I'll try..."

It wasn't until he said goodbye to whoever ate my homework and left with the one in his hand that he realized something was wrong.

It's not an auspicious or unlucky statement. After all, he is not a Scientologist, but he realized that these Scientologists who are connected with each other must have known how to fertilize and how to prevent pests. The category of customers, even if the price is attractive, is of no use.

……

In the Corunna Magic Union, the great magician Borg stayed in his own magic research room. A semi-finished magic circle was drawn on the parchment roll on the workbench, and several books were spread out on the table. In the name of the great magician, related magic books borrowed from the hidden library that is not open to the public.

Most of these books are the research notes written by the great magicians who previously studied the "Origin of Magic" before their collapse.

Many people thought that the records in these books were evil words that could make people confused and crazy, and they once thought of burning them all.But strictly speaking, these records condensed the lifelong knowledge of countless great magicians. Aside from the magic that may touch taboos, the remaining content has irreplaceable value for other magic research.

So these research notes were finally collected in a library that was not open to the public, and no one was qualified to touch them except for those great magicians who were strong enough to protect themselves.

Borg was one of the only three great magicians in this remote town who had the right to see these research notes. Because he wanted to borrow these books to continue his research, he also deliberately dismissed his assistant.

As for Abel's warning of "falling into madness like other great magicians", he didn't think it would happen to him in the end, but felt that the other party was too vigilant.

After all, he has so many research notes that record other great magicians before they fell into madness. On the premise of these failure cases as negative teaching materials, he can definitely avoid all mistakes and achieve the final success.

... Not to mention that his research has been carried out until now, and he has not encountered any major problems so far.

Borg flipped through these research notes, and finally avoided those false answers that might cause failure according to his own judgment, and carefully wrote the last few magic runes on the parchment.

The magic circle finally took shape until this time.Borg tried to draw a magic circle with magic power, using the magic he wrote.

Because he had never used this magic before, he tried to use the magic power to draw the magic circle many times by feeling, and then he successfully used the magic.

And at the moment when the magic circle was successfully drawn, he felt that his eyes began to heat up slightly.Since he clearly knew that the magic he had written worked on his eyes, he didn't take it seriously at this time.

Until he opened his eyes and saw the translucent silk thread extending from his body.

They continued to extend upwards, straight through the roof, and it was unknown where the other end of the silk thread ended up.

——like the spider silk that binds the prey, or the strings that are connected to the puppets.

While seeing them clearly, Borg suddenly thought of this for no reason.