Chapter 259
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"It should be here."
In the end, Sansa decided to follow Herland to the difficult programming class and volunteered to be his guide.
She took the notice in her hand and led Herland to a classroom marked with the words' Leskner's Prayer Room '.
"This is such a secluded classroom. Herland, I'll bet you a silver coin that not many students will be willing to attend this class."
Sansa scanned the corridors on both sides but did not see anyone. Instead, she felt a little creepy.
"I don't think so." Herland took out a silver coin from his pocket and prepared to bet with his friend.
"Okay."
Sansa placed her hand on the door handle and pushed the classroom door open. When she saw the interior of the 'Leskner's Prayer Room', she froze on the spot and did not say a word.
Herland silently stuffed a silver coin into Sansa's hand.
Sansa won this little gamble because there was not a single student from the Advanced Magic Academy in the entire classroom.
All the students in the classroom were famous spellcasters of Noland.
Although these Spell Casters were just sitting there, the aura emitted by some of them was definitely not something that the girl from the Holy Church could withstand.
It was as if two junior high school students had mistakenly entered a seminar of the world's top scientists. Edison and Tesla were arguing over the problem of electricity at the front table, while Sir Newton and Galileo were having a meeting that spanned the century.
The two middle school students should not have joined the meeting happily. Instead, they should have run away and yelled 'what the hell'.
Sansa was considering if she should turn around and run away. She had stage fright … The main reason was that the Archbishop of the Kingdom of the Saints was also present. She was panicking as if she was secretly playing with her phone and suddenly realized that the headteacher was behind her.
It seemed that Sansa was well aware that her faith had been shaky lately.
Herland, on the other hand, was much more natural. She walked into the classroom and sat in the front row as the youngest face there.
Sansa had no choice but to follow her friend to the front row. Under the watchful eyes of the spellcasters, she quietly sat beside Herland.
Sansa's tense atmosphere did not last long. Soon, the Chaos Demon appeared at the front of the classroom.
"He's … a lecturer?" Sansa couldn't help but ask when she saw Josiah.
As far as Sansa could remember, only Noland's Seven Wise Ones could gather so many powerful spellcasters in one place. However, the Chaos Demon was the one responsible for the inscription construction of the "programming" system.
"Hmm …" Herland was about to tell Sansa that Josiah was the one who taught her how to program when she saw Josiah make a shushing gesture at her.
This action only lasted for less than a second. Herland understood and didn't continue talking about this matter.
"I believe all of you here today were invited by the Gray Robe," Josiah said loudly to the spellcasters in the classroom.
When they saw Josiah standing on the podium, they were more or less as surprised as Sansa.
Since Josiah had never officially announced to anyone that he was the creator of the Weave, the proud spellcasters of Noland would rather believe that the Weave was a masterpiece created by the Gray Robe than the rumor that it was created by a demon.
That was why most of the spellcasters believed that the lecturer for the "programming" class was the Gray Robe. After all, most of them were invited by the Gray Robe.
Josiah scanned the interior of the classroom. Other than the spellcasters who came to learn, Josiah also saw a few merchants and nobles in luxurious clothing.
The Weave had been popular in Noland for a long time, and the smart merchants would definitely see the business opportunities of the Weave.
Considering all of this, Josiah didn't plan to start the first lesson with boring programming knowledge. Instead, he wanted to draw a big, fragrant, and sweet "pie" for everyone present. It was enough to make these merchants drool and pay for it.
"I know all of you are hoping that the person standing here is the Gray Robe, but unfortunately … the creator of the Weave is me."
As Josiah spoke, he snapped his fingers lightly. A large number of pale white inscriptions flashed around Josiah.
The more inscriptions a spellcaster had, the higher their status was. After all, inscriptions were the foundation of all magic …
"I've never seen inscriptions before …"
"Aren't those inscriptions the core of the teleportation circle?"
"This sage … Which city did he come from?"
"The Realm of Devils?"
The spellcasters below began to whisper, but these whispers were interrupted by the Gray Robe's light cough. Everyone's gaze once again gathered on Josiah.
Although Josiah looked very young, appearance was the most important measure of a creature's age in this world. Spellcasters had countless ways to slow down the aging of their appearance.
When the curiosity of the spellcasters was aroused, Josiah knew that it was time to draw a "pie".
"Let's get straight to the point. Everyone is curious about the Weave, so I'll briefly explain what the 'magic' of the Weave can do."
Josiah materialized the interface of his Weave, and with the help of special inscriptions, he magnified it infinitely and projected it on the black screen behind him.
The interface of the spellcasters' forum was displayed, and the posts on the interface were constantly being pushed.
"Everyone should be very familiar with the spellcasters' forum. So familiar that the first thing you do every morning after waking up is to log into the spellcasters' forum to see what's new."
Josiah's words caused the expressions of the "aloof" spellcasters to change slightly.
It seemed that these old spellcasters had more or less developed this habit.
"But I don't know if you've noticed." Josiah did not continue to reveal the secrets of these old men who were almost a hundred years old.
"The words that make up the spellcasters' forum have already reached more than 700 million words. 700 million … What kind of concept is that? The Gray Robe's most famous book, 'How to Raise a White Owl', could fill an entire library. "
Josiah could see the joy in the eyes of the spellcasters below. This forum had indeed given these old men a place to exchange magic knowledge, as well as a place to store their own knowledge. Most importantly …
"This library is something you can look up at any time. Unlike the central library of Noland, where you need to spend three copper coins to take a carriage to the center of Noland, the spellcasters' forum only requires you to wave your hand within Noland, and the knowledge recorded will appear before your eyes."
When Josiah finished speaking, although the spellcasters were moved, the merchants remained expressionless … Perhaps to these merchants, the storage and sharing of knowledge was not that important.
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