The Falosi Residence.
Carolee stood in the center of the Falosi Residence's garden. Flowers bloomed under the influence of the Yggdrasil.
"Mr. Josiah, is this pose okay?"
Carolee brushed her black hair behind her ear and bent down in the direction of Josiah.
"Actually, Carolee, you don't have to pose. I'm just testing the Yggdrasil's performance."
Josiah pointed the 'camera' at Carolee.
After participating in the filming of "This Demon Isn't Too Cold", Carrie had the demeanor of a model on Earth when she faced the camera. It was just a pity that the young lady's figure did not match the word "model" at all.
The image captured by the 'camera' was projected onto a wall in the garden through the protocrystal in Josiah's hand.
The image started from Carolee munching on a biscuit like a rabbit. When she realized that Josiah was using the 'camera' to capture her eating dessert, the Belle of Falosi suddenly came to her senses. She wiped the biscuit crumbs off the corner of her mouth, stood up, and showed her most charming side in front of the camera.
Josiah did not record this image in the protocrystal. Instead, he used the leaf of the Yggdrasil as a medium to connect the 'camera' with the protocrystal.
"Son of Chaos, I've seen your miracles more than a dozen times, but I'm still curious about how you record the images of the past." Priest Olanca, who had witnessed the whole process, suddenly asked.
"The theory is a little complicated. You can think of it as a large number of light element particles stored in this protocrystal." Josiah searched through the memory of the third prince. The process of the 'camera' was purely an accident. It was so unexpected that Josiah could not explain it with magic or scientific means. He could only give the priest an idea.
"Using the Yggdrasil to send out commands, rearranging these light element particles, refracting different colors of light, and then piecing them together to form a picture."
"This … such a detailed manipulation of the elements requires the support of a large number of inscriptions."
Priest Olanca couldn't imagine that those images were made up of tiny particles of light.
"The movie is a little different from what you see now, but with the addition of the World Tree of the Blackwood Elves, you can already begin to control the transformation of these glimmering particles."
Josiah gently waved his hand, and the interface of the Weave appeared in front of Josiah.
What pleased Josiah was that Carolee's' Server Number Two 'had greatly reduced the load on the Frost Elves' servers after it was put to use. The speed of inscription transmission had increased by two to three times.
Although it was still hopelessly slow compared to the gigabit fiber on Earth, it could at least load some pictures.
"Is this the television that Mr. Josiah was talking about?"
After knowing that these images would not be made public, Carolee pinched her cheeks in front of the 'camera', and the Flower of Falosi disappeared without a trace.
In just a few short seconds, the grimace that Carolee made was projected on the wall, and all the Blackwood Elves in the central garden saw the expression of the Lady of the Forest that they served.
"Television … can only be considered the simplest form. After all, it needs the leaves of the Yggdrasil as a medium to receive information."
Josiah removed the green leaf from the Primordial Crystal, and the image that had appeared on the wall instantly disappeared.
A single Primordial Crystal could not carry the entire program of the Weave, so Josiah could only use it as a medium to broadcast images. In other words, it was a player that could do nothing but watch television. It did not even have a button.
It was powered by mana, which was safe and environmentally friendly, and the receiver was a leaf of the Yggdrasil.
"In other words, if this is sold as a product, people will be able to see Lyon the Voice of Noland through this Primordial Crystal?"
Carolee quickly understood the use of the 'television'.
"This is just a defective product. If we really mass-produce it, the Yggdrasil of the Frost Elves might explode …"
"Explode? The Holy Tree of the Frost Elves likes you very much, Child of Chaos, and they are very generous and easy-going to their people. "
Priest Olanca suddenly said, looking at Carolee. She could already hear the blessings of the Holy Tree of her race.
"Well, if you pluck out all of a cat's fur, its anger would be considered light. It's more likely that it will fight you to the death."
Josiah showed the leaf of the Yggdrasil to Priest Olanca. This leaf had naturally fallen from the Yggdrasil of the Frost Elves.
"To complete the transmission of images, each Primordial Crystal needs to use this leaf as a medium. Currently, there are a conservative estimate of 70,000 users of the Voice of Noland. They are no longer satisfied with listening to Lyon's voice, but want to see the real world. These two items can satisfy them. If the price is not too high, I believe that many people will pay for it."
Josiah's example caused Priest Olanca to shiver.
At this moment, she should be feeling anger, not fear, because humans were selling a part of the World Tree as a commodity, which was extremely repulsive to any elf.
However, if the Yggdrasil agreed, even if the elves had some complaints, they could not make any decisions.
"The Holy Tree of the Frost Elves is more willing to listen to your voice, Child of Chaos … I only hope that you can treat him well." Priest Olanca had tried to persuade Tylin to accept the protection of the Blackwood Elves, but Tylin had refused. It was not just Tylin … The Yggdrasil in her body had made the same choice.
"Of course, I will not deprive the Yggdrasil of its leaf just to create a defective product. I am only thinking of a more efficient method, but it will take too long. I need to wait for Carolee's Yggdrasil to grow further."
Josiah looked up at the other eight elven priests behind Priest Olanca, and his gaze finally fell on the youngest elven priest, Ruvita.
She crossed her arms and bit her lower lip, as if still feeling guilty for not being able to participate in the Yggdrasil's birth ceremony.
"As priests, you and Carolee have the right to absorb nutrients from the Yggdrasil, so I plan to set up special 'viewing spots' across Noland to broadcast the 'Chanter of the World'."
Josh wasn't able to mass-produce televisions at the moment, but if he fed the white cat some food, it wouldn't be a problem for it to make hundreds of 'Protocrystal' televisions with hundreds of leaves when it was happy. Or should he say … magic television?
"I will start planning the 'Chanter of the World' program today. So, Priest Olanca, I know that the poems you sing have unimaginable charm, but you cannot win the hearts of the people of Noland with just one style. You can try other music styles, and I will provide some tunes for you to practice."
One of the highlights of this type of program was the diversity of the contestants. The contestants on Earth were at most from all walks of life, but this world even had an additional race.
The songs of the elves were indeed very beautiful, but the songs of the elves were similar to lullabies, and if one listened to it too much, it would cause aesthetic fatigue.
"Other … music styles? We have been singing the 'elven poems' passed down from ancient times for generations, so we have never tried other music styles, "Priest Olanca said apologetically.
"It's not too late to try now. Do you like rock, jazz, or country?"
Before Josiah could finish talking about the music styles he had an impression of, Priest Olanca and the other eight elven priests all looked at Josiah with puzzled eyes.
Perhaps the music system in this world was not as systematic as on Earth.
"Well … I'll go to the study and write a few music scores." Josiah felt that if he wanted them to understand this, he had to experience the charm of the music himself.
Josiah remembered that there were many blank music books in Mrs. Sizer's study, and he could write several corresponding tunes by relying on the memory in his mind.
"By the way … do you mind sharing with my kind and the undead?" Josiah suddenly asked before leaving.
The magic circle that the elves had constructed to shield the magical waves was too strong, and it did not dissipate even after the ceremony to welcome the holy tree.
Josiah felt that he could use the magic circle to summon a great existence from the Realm of Devils.
… … …
The Prophet left the White Thorn Flower Theater half an hour ago, and the theater manager, the Knight Of The White Thorn, enthusiastically drove the Realm of Devils' emissary group to the Falosi Residence in a magic car he had just bought.
"Master, do you know how this magic machine was built?"
Her apprentices were sitting in the back of the car. For the Demon Realm that was still stuck in the Middle Ages,
For the Realm of Devils that was still stuck in the Middle Ages, it had reached the era of the steam revolution and even the vague signs of the electric revolution in the blink of an eye.
Everything seemed so fresh. They were still talking about "This Demon Is Not Too Cold" a few minutes ago. Even the four apprentices were scared out of their wits because they recognized the Knight Of The White Thorn as the actor of "Stanfield". A brave apprentice even stood up and prepared to duel with the neurotic law enforcer.
The Prophet took a while to dispel the apprentices' misunderstandings about the Knight Of The White Thorn, and repeatedly emphasized that "This Demon Is Not Too Cold" was just a fictional story. Then, their attention was attracted by the magic powered vehicle.
With the permission of the Knight Of The White Thorn, the apprentices touched every corner of the car with their hands. The Prophet was no exception and was immersed in Noland's best magic machinery.
"I don't know the source of the magic power for the time being, but just the raw materials used to build the surface of this magic machine …"
The Prophet's hand touched the surface of the car. The toughness of the metal was far beyond the Prophet's expectations. With the current production level of the Demon Realm, it was impossible to forge this level of metal.
Therefore, even if he knew the principle of this magic machine, it was almost impossible to mass produce it in the Demon Realm.
The desire for knowledge made the Prophet look at the only caster from Noland, Hiri, in the car.
"Don't look at me. I got an F in this magic machinery class. I even fought with the magic machinery teacher because of this. Of course, I won in the end."
Hiri shrugged, indicating that her attainments in magic machinery were infinitely close to zero. She also bragged about her "glorious deeds" in the academy.
"But you can look to the left of the window. We're about to reach the River of Gear. On the other side of the River of Gear is Nolan's alchemy workshop area. We also call it the factory area. By the way, the residents living near the River of Gear are often troubled by the noise."
Hiri dutifully served as a tour guide. The car driven by the Knight Of The White Thorn happened to enter the coast of the Gear River.
When the magnificent alchemy workshops of Noland appeared in their eyes one after another, the Prophet's apprentices almost pressed their faces against the window.
For these knowledge-seekers, no one could resist the power of steel and iron biting each other. The magic particles spewing from the chimney of the magic factory was also a beautiful scene in Noland.
The Prophet was more reserved, but her expression was not very optimistic.
When she came to Noland, she deeply understood the huge gap between human civilization and the civilization of the Realm of Devils.
The Realm of Devils was still troubled by the harvest of food, and the number of blacksmiths was almost pitiful. The demons relied on their strong bodies to resist the crusade of the human army, but when the weapons used by the human army became more and more powerful, the wall of the Great Wall would be pushed down by the humans one day.
The Prophet shivered at the thought of this. Her wood-framed glasses reflected the magnificent factory buildings on the other side of the Gear River, and she hid her desire in the bottom of her heart.
"These places … Can we go in?" the Prophet asked.
"Some of the small factories are free to visit, but the factories built by the merchants and the dwarves are completely prohibited. I suggest you don't try to sneak out by force, or you'll have to beat a group of spellcasters and rude servants to get out."
Hiri waved the staff she was holding, as if she had personally experienced how to beat those rude guys to the ground.
"That won't stop us." The Prophet did not mind risking being surrounded to go in and see the situation inside the factory.
She came to Noland to learn human knowledge, and the Prophet thought it was worth the risk for this knowledge.
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