Sansa was woken up by her friend, Herland.
"Ugh … it's … over?"
Sansa rubbed her sleepy eyes and looked out of the classroom window. It was almost dusk. She remembered coming to this classroom around two or three in the afternoon.
"You slept for three hours," Herland said to Sansa as he jotted something down on a notebook with a quill.
"I can't help it. The Inscription System I'm learning is based on the Holy Light. I don't know anything about the Inscription System of Order, let alone this' programming 'class," Sansa complained in a low voice.
Sansa grumbled softly. She really wanted to act like a devout believer in front of the Desireless, but Josh's' new knowledge 'was just too hypnotic.
Sansa even suspected that she had heard some kind of spell that affected her mind. She soon felt sleepy, and after another hour, she fell asleep on the table.
"Now … what are you doing? It's not over yet?"
Sansa looked around and saw that the spellcasters were still sitting there. From the excited look on their faces, they didn't seem tired at all.
The class had lasted for three hours! Sansa wouldn't have taken that long even if she went to church to pray, and it looked like it would take a long time to end.
The young lady from the Holy Kingdom wanted to leave early like the other nobles.
"It's time for questions," Herland answered Sansa in a low voice.
Questions? Sansa's interest was piqued. She still had a lot of questions about Josiah, not about programming, of course.
She vaguely knew that Ino, who played the role of Belle, was an actor under Josiah. If she wanted to know more about Ino, she could ask Josiah.
Unfortunately, Josiah was talking to another spellcaster, and Sansa knew that spellcaster …
He was one of the teachers in the academy, and he could only listen to the conversation between the teacher and Josh while trying to find an opportunity to ask questions.
But after listening to the conversation between Josiah and the spellcaster for a while, Sansa felt dizzy … What the hell was' basic data structure '? What the hell was' common substring '? Why did everyone end up with a tree in their mouth?
"Herland … Do you understand?"
Sansa poked her friend beside her, hoping to get some acknowledgment.
Herland nodded and gave a "I understand a little" answer. Then he raised his hand and asked Josiah a new question.
"Mister Josiah, I made some mistakes when I tried to compile the Inscription sequence for Ping Pong …"
Damn it … Sansa covered her face and listened quietly to the conversation between Herland and Josiah. She realized that her friend had gone to another world. She could understand every word, but she could not understand a single word when they were put together.
What was worse … Sansa could not understand it, but it sounded very advanced. It was as if they were researching ancient magic passed down from a lost civilization.
In such a serious atmosphere, it was as if they were discussing whether the Inscription of Space-Time Disorder could destroy an entire city. If Sansa suddenly asked a question like "Erm … I want to know when Belle's birthday is", she would definitely be chased out.
Sansa suddenly heard a voice behind her. She turned around and realized that the person asking the question was not a spellcaster, but a merchant. Sansa could finally understand what he was saying.
"Mister Josiah, I'm very interested in what you said about the future of the Weave. Would you be willing to cooperate with the Klia Merchant Group?"
The person asking the question was the merchant from the Iron Nation, Freit.
His full name was Freit von Klia, and he was the owner of the courier station that ran through the whole of Noland … Klia Courier Station.
When the other merchants saw that Frit had initiated the topic, they could no longer sit still. Disregarding the opinions of the Spell Casters around them, they immediately stood up.
There were a total of four merchants who stood up. Josiah could not recognize all of them, and the only one he recognized was Freit.
When filming the loyal dog Ba Gong, the courier station where Ba Gong stayed was purchased from this businessman from the Iron Nation.
"I know that everyone is interested in the future of the Weave."
Josiah gestured for them to calm down.
"I agree, and I hope that everyone can participate in the construction of the Weave. That's why I accepted the Gray Robe's invitation to come to this academy to teach 'programming'."
"Mister Josiah, to be honest … Compared to the construction of the Weave, I'm more interested in its ability to spread information. I'm also a user of the spellcaster forum, and I know that the forum's ability is far greater than any notice in history," one of the merchants suddenly said.
His words attracted the attention of many spellcasters present. He compared the 'spellcaster forum' to a notice board, and the spellcasters were indeed dissatisfied.
"No one will be interested in a notice. If you change the title to 'On the Practicality of Magic-Guided Carriages', I think it will attract more attention." Josiah's gaze fell on the merchant named Freit.
Now that the patent of the magic-guided carriages was in the hands of this merchant, he nodded slightly, understanding the meaning of Josiah's words.
Josiah knew what this merchant wanted, and that was advertising. In fact, there were already advertisements on the spellcaster forum for 'Hearthstone' and 'The Loyal Dog Hachi'.
These were the 'products' that Josiah needed to advertise, and the merchants also had 'products' that they wanted to advertise.
"I'm very happy to accept your investment and display the products that you're so proud of on the Weave, but this is a transaction."
Josiah would not advertise for these merchants for no reason. Since he wanted to increase the popularity of his products, he naturally had to pay a corresponding price.
"Money is not a problem for our Klia Trading Company," Freit said.
"Money? No … Mr. Freit, money is not worth much to me anymore. What I need is this. "
Josiah pointed at his own head. This action caused a strange expression to appear on the faces of the merchants below. They might think that the demon Josiah was planning to use things like 'souls' and 'lives' as bargaining chips.
"Human … brain matter is good stuff. It can be used to perform many interesting spells," a spellcaster sitting below suddenly said in a sinister tone.
A spellcaster sitting below suddenly spoke in a gloomy tone. Judging from his appearance, he seemed to be from the Necromancer Association.
His words gave the merchants a huge fright, and Josh immediately tried to calm them down.
"I'm talking about knowledge, everyone … I'm not here to teach for free. The gray robe allowed me to recommend a group of students who are interested in magic to study in this academy. In exchange, I'll teach you about programming." Josiah's gaze fell on Freit again.
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