Chapter 100
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The Dark Elf's silence on Josiah's relationship with the devil allowed Mrs. Sizer to have a rough idea of Josiah's identity. She then asked the Dark Elf a few more questions.
From the conversation, Mrs. Sizer discovered that the Dark Elf seemed to be very wary of Josiah's true identity. It was as if revealing any information about Josiah's identity would cost her her life.
This was very strange for an organization that specialized in selling information. It could even be said to be a taboo that would affect their relationship with their employer.
"Aren't you going to stay for the last performance before leaving?"
Most of the information that Mrs. Caesar wanted to know belonged to the category of the Dark Elf who kept his mouth shut. She swore that he was the worst intelligence dealer she had ever met in her life.
But having a bad attitude was one thing, and the Dark Elf's ability was another.
The Blackwood family already had connections with the Elves living in the forest. She didn't mind recruiting another Dark Elf.
"I'm sorry, Duchess Blackwood, but I'm not interested in that kind of childish performance."
The Dark Elf accepted part of the payment and didn't plan to stay any longer. Her reply made Mrs. Sizer's anger rise to another level.
"Childish performance? Then may I ask what kind of performance is not childish in the eyes of Dark Elves? "
Although Mrs. Sizer had already foreseen the end of the era of stage plays, Black Swan's influence was second to none in this world.
Unfortunately, this was only limited to human audiences. Other races had little interest in such human dramas.
"I'm not targeting your troupe, Mrs. Sizer. In my eyes, that 'Beauty and the Devil' is also childish. I know that the real world is far crueler than what those screenwriters write. I'm already past the age where I look forward to such fairy tales."
The Dark Elf bowed to Mrs. Sizer and opened the door to leave Falosi's exhibition hall.
"Madam."
The bodyguard who had been standing beside Mrs. Sizer stepped forward. The expression on Mrs. Sizer's face was not as amiable as before.
That Dark Elf's unkind words had angered her.
"Don't chase after her. You won't be able to catch her."
Mrs. Sizer quickly controlled her anger. Mrs. Sizer knew that the Dark Elf was telling the truth.
The stage performance was too romantic. Although there were many audiences in Falosi, it could not attract some barbarians and non-human races.
Among them, the most famous was the Iron and Blood Prime Minister of the Iron Nation. Which Prime Minister had once said in public, "This is just something to trick little girls."
Mrs. Sizer had thought that "Beauty and the Devil" would have a wider audience than the stage play, but in the eyes of some people, it was a fairy tale that should have been forgotten long ago.
Now, Mrs. Sizer could only hope that a screenwriter could write a script that could conquer these "barbarians."
… …
Josiah burped.
The World Expo was indeed a gathering of elites from all over the world. The food on the table was delicious, and it was a buffet.
The only regret was that the buffet area was a little far from Noland's center stage. After the Hearthstone demonstration ended, Josiah ran here to settle his lunch problem.
Of course, the conscientious female knight and Josiah's assistant, Hiri, tagged along.
"Can you really learn your … programming with this chat window?"
Hiri stood by the table and opened a new chat window that Josiah had given her with one hand. According to Josiah, this' chat window 'was open-source.
And the reward for the Gray Robe, the chairman of the Noland's Patent Parliament, defeating the Archbishop of Desireless was this open-source program.
Hiri was a spellcaster who liked to fight, but she could not see anything useful in this pile of inscriptions.
"You don't need to understand, you just need to feel that it's powerful."
While Josiah was finishing his lunch, the chairman of the Patent Parliament, the Gray Robe, had completed the appraisal of the last magic-guided machine. He walked past the crowd and arrived here.
"Finally got rid of those troublesome old fools."
The Gray Robe walked all the way to Josiah. The owl on his shoulder shook its round head.
A few feathers fell from it. The Gray Robe grabbed one of them and took out a blank sheepskin scroll from his sleeve.
"Soon … it's time for you to fulfill the contract."
The Gray Robe seemed to be planning to record the contents of Josiah's dictation on the sheepskin scroll.
There were very few treasures left behind by ancient civilizations that were preserved in the form of books. Most spellcasters believed that this mysterious knowledge was spread through some special method.
"Don't panic, Chairman Rourke. The thing you want is here."
A pale white crystal appeared in Josiah's hand. It was the installation package for the Open Source Chat Window.
The exhibition of the World Expo was overseen by the grey-robed man and a white-robed mage. The latter's name and position in the Nolan Empire were very clear without any investigation.
"This is …"
"A small gift." Josiah threw the crystal made of mana to the Gray Robe, and the crystal disappeared into his forehead.
When the Gray Robe opened his eyes again, he saw a white window in front of him.
The magic that the Gray Robe learned was based on the Order system, just like the white-robed mages. When he tried to understand the structure of the window, a series of complex inscriptions appeared in front of him.
The number of inscriptions was shocking. In his memory, even the most complicated magic he had constructed did not require such a large number of inscriptions.
If the inscriptions were separated, the Gray Robe could understand them all, but he could not understand them at all when they were arranged in a row.
"Don't use them as inscriptions for casting spells. Just treat them as the most basic English letters."
Josiah gave the Gray Robe a hint.
The old man, who was almost over a hundred years old, rubbed the space between his eyebrows. He calmed down and continued to observe the composition of these inscriptions. He found that they were the simplest English words, but the grey-clothed man soon discovered some patterns …
"Incredible knowledge. I need some time to study it. No … a very long time!"
The Gray Robe, who had obtained the new method of using the inscriptions, ignored Josiah and quickly walked out of the Crystal Palace with his owl. When he left, he was still mumbling something.
"He … can't be crazy, right?"
Hiri looked at the old man in the gray robe and whispered to Josiah.
"After all, this is knowledge that transcends a few eras …"
As soon as Josiah's words ended, the entire stage in the center of the Crystal Palace let out a wave of exclamations.
This was because the magical machine on display on the stage was called the Mana Perpetual Motion Machine. Josiah could barely see it from where he stood.
The so-called perpetual motion machine was just a gimmick. In Josiah's eyes, this magical machine was just an improved version of the steam engine, except that the power was converted into mana.
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