"Your Highness Josiah, what's wrong with you?"
The Prophet noticed the change in Josiah's eyes.
This kind of gaze was indeed very unfriendly. If it was on the street, this scene would be enough for Hiri to call the Noland law enforcement department to arrest Josiah.
"Prophet …"
Josiah prepared the words to lure the Prophet. No matter how young the Prophet looked, she would definitely not be interested if he took out something like candy. She would even tilt her head and ask Josiah "what do you want to do".
Unfortunately, Josiah had not been in contact with the Prophet for a long time. His understanding of this scholar only stayed at simple impressions such as "few facial expressions" and "super bookworm".
"Are you very interested in 'programming'?" Josiah thought for a moment and asked a very ordinary question.
"I'm interested in the composition of the magic net. In the face of this new inscription magic, curiosity drove me to learn programming courses from Your Highness Josiah. However, since I came to Noland with Her Highness Cecily's order this time, I can't spend too much time on this subject."
The Prophet had already noticed Josiah's intentions. Although the magic net was a new thing to her, the Prophet was not like her apprentices. In the face of curiosity and the temptation of new things, she could quickly control her desires with reason.
"The development of the Demon Realm is not optimistic now. Your Highness Josiah, the magic machinery and alchemy from humans are the knowledge that the Demon Realm needs the most. It is also the field that Her Highness Cecily hopes to master."
"Uh … This is hard to refute. The infrastructure of the Demon Realm is too backward now."
Josiah searched the memory of the Demon Third Prince. Not to mention the gap between the Demon Realm and Noland in magic research, the infrastructure in the city alone could not be described as poor.
Noland had successfully entered the "middle industrial age", but the Demon Realm was still lingering in the medieval era.
"But Prophet, what about after all this? The Demon Realm has established an alchemy factory and a complete system of magic machinery industry. What do you plan to do next? "Josiah asked.
"I believe Her Highness Cersei will have other orders. Your sister won't stop at 'food and clothing for the people'. She will definitely aim to surpass the level of magic-guided machinery that humans possess." The prophet added the small program he had written back into the book and put it away. "It's a pity, Your Highness Josiah. Compared to the Weave, which is a virtual product constructed from inscriptions, your sister needs those alchemy workshops that can be put into production."
"Relax, I won't interfere with your choice. I rarely force anyone."
Josiah slowly walked in front of the prophet and half-squatted down.
"…"
Won't interfere?
Josiah's answer made the Prophet suspicious. At first, when Josiah's eyes changed when he looked at her, the Prophet realized that things might be going in a bad direction.
She didn't expect the third demon prince to value her ability to learn so much.
Although the Prophet's curiosity made her very interested in the Weave, as an absolutely rational monster, the Prophet knew that the first thing to do now was to learn human magic-guided machinery technology and alchemy.
This was also an order from Her Highness Cersei.
If it was someone else, the Prophet could righteously refuse, but the one standing in front of her was the third prince of the Demon Realm.
He had the same status as the second princess in the Demon Realm. If Josiah used a forceful method to give her an order … She could only ask Her Highness Cersei for help.
But it seemed that this demon prince was different from those in power in the Prophet's imagination.
"But before that, I have a question."
Josiah slowly walked to the Prophet's side, and the interface of the Weave was formed in front of the Prophet with a wave of Josiah's fingertips.
"I want to know what you think about the Weave, or … what can this small window do?" Josiah asked.
Is this a test? Or is it just a simple question?
From the beginning, the Prophet couldn't let down her vigilance against Josiah. She was always on guard against the third prince who would kidnap her on a whim and force her to participate in the research of the Weave.
The Prophet tried to figure out Josiah's thoughts while staring at the changing interface of the Weave.
"Text messaging shortens the distance between communication. This ability is indeed very convenient in daily life, but if it is used in war, it will change the pattern of war."
The Prophet began to talk about her view of the Weave and its role in turn.
"The spellcaster forum provides a place to exchange information. It can be understood as a highly efficient human mercenary hotel, and it has a certain information storage ability. As for Noland's Voice, I think Your Highness Josiah uses it as a 'weapon'."
"Is that all?" Josiah didn't seem satisfied with this answer.
"I can only think of these methods of application. Your Highness Josiah, the Weave is an illusory product constructed by inscriptions. It has no substance, and no matter how beautiful the things on the Weave are, they are just a bunch of inscriptions. The music and movies you produce may be able to create value on the Weave, but these virtual aggregates of inscriptions cannot be eaten or used to kill anyone, so they cannot create much value in reality."
The Prophet pushed up her wood-framed glasses slightly. Her pupils that were as calm as a lake looked at Josiah without fear, and then described the limits of the Weave.
After saying this, the Prophet was already prepared to face Josiah's wrath. However, the third demon prince seemed to never know how to be angry, and there was an inexplicable smile on his face.
For some reason, this smile made the Prophet feel slightly … unhappy. Josiah's gaze seemed to say, 'This child is still young and inexperienced.'
"Prophet, does this represent the value you speak of?" A gold coin appeared in Josiah's hand, and it reflected a dim light under the light.
"Of course." The Prophet seemed to have guessed what Josiah wanted to say, and retorted in advance. "Your Highness Josiah, everything on the Weave is' free 'at the moment. Whether it's messaging, spellcaster forum or Noland's Voice, all users can use these' programs' for free. Furthermore, your price for the Weave is too low, only one silver coin. With the current functions of the Weave, even if you increase the price by a hundred times, people will still buy it."
"As for the price of the Weave raw crystals, if I didn't consider the cost, I might choose to sell them for free. There are many ways to earn money from the Weave."
Josiah threw the gold coin in his hand to the Prophet, and then slowly walked to the window.
The Prophet held the gold coin in her hand and followed Josiah to the window. At this time, Hiri was very considerate to find a small stool for the Prophet, so that she could step on the small stool and see the scenery outside the window.
"Prophet, what do you think of the current form of human trade?"
"Building shops to trade with each other … Although this is one of the most primitive forms of trade, it is also the most practical."
The Prophet looked at Noland outside. Under the contrast of various raw crystals inscribed with illumination spells, colorful lights flashed in every corner of Noland.
The prosperity of Noland did not fade even at night. The Prophet's eyes reflected these lights. She did not know when the Demon Realm's capital would become like Noland.
"The most practical? But I think it's too inefficient. "
Josiah leaned against the window and looked at the Prophet standing on the small stool.
"Inefficient?"
"Let me give you a simple example. My assistant's wand was bought from a wand shop in the Norland Alchemy Market by me and her carriage. Josiah stretched out his hand and pointed to Noland that was shrouded in light. "Although you can't see the alchemy market of Noland from here, it is probably in that direction."
"And then?" Josiah's question aroused the interest of the Prophet.
"Don't you think it's too inefficient? In order to buy this wand, my assistant and I took an hour in the carriage to go to the alchemy market of Noland and enjoy the crowd in the alchemy market. It took us half an hour to find a shop, and after buying the goods, it took us another hour to return here. "
"Isn't this a step that must be gone through to buy items? Your Highness Josiah, you can't let merchants come to your home … "The Prophet was stunned when she said this.
This was the first time Josiah saw a surprised expression on the face of this little loli, but it did not last long.
"No … I can, if I rely on the Weave," the Prophet began to mutter to herself, her mind also thinking at an extremely fast speed.
"It seems that you've thought of it. Of course I can't let merchants come to my home, but I can move the shop to the Weave."
Josiah waved his hand and showed the Prophet a post on the spellcaster forum. It was a post about selling useless wands in the daily gossip section.
Some clever spellcasters had already experienced the outstanding information exchange ability of the spellcaster forum, and began to use it as a platform to exchange goods.
"Merchants can put their own shop on the Weave, describe their goods in the form of pictures and text descriptions, and indicate the price. Customers only need to make a choice on the Weave, pay the corresponding money, and a professional will send the purchased goods to their door."
"But Your Highness Josiah, there's a loophole in your plan. There's no concept of 'gold' on the Weave."
"There are many ways to solve this. For example, we can make an agreement with Noland's bank, or we can build our own bank," Josiah said.
If Josh's words had come from someone else's mouth, the Prophet would have thought that they were indulging in fantasy.
However, the Prophet believed that the Demon Third Prince would be able to convince the bank and merchants to join his terrifying plan.
These were all possible … And if Josiah's so-called 'Weave Shop' really succeeded, then the wealth and value that could be created would be unimaginable.
"What a terrifying idea." This was the only sentence that the Prophet could use to express his feelings.
"But unfortunately, Prophet, this plan is not even in its embryonic form, and the Weave can do more than that."
Josiah opened up a new interface. It was the game Josiah made recently, Minecraft.
"A world made of blocks …"
The Prophet had long let down her guard. The concept that Josiah mentioned had completely ignited the Prophet's curiosity.
She began to think about the possibilities of the Weave based on Josiah's ideas.
Her heart that had been calm for a long time rippled again. Excitement and excitement began to fill the Prophet's heart.
But the excitement and excitement did not bring a smile to the young scholar's face. Before the prophet could finish her words, her body suddenly fell to the ground like a puppet with a broken string.
Oh no … The Prophet who fell to the ground tried to regain control of her body, but regretfully found that she had completely lost control of her body below her neck.
"What's wrong?"
Josiah was just about to introduce the future of the Weave to the Prophet when the young girl suddenly fell to the ground. Everything happened too suddenly.
"…"
The Prophet's lips pursed slightly. After a short hesitation, she still told a secret about her body.
"Your Highness Josiah, I once told you that in order to prolong my life, I have been using special magic to implant my soul into a dead body. This body is the same." The Prophet's voice sounded a little powerless. "The price is that part of my memory will be lost. I can only store my memory in the Origin Crystal, and this body … If my emotions fluctuate too much, I will lose control of my body."
"It sounds like a very complicated setting. How do I recover?"
Hiri on the side had helped the Prophet who fell to the ground, but her body still didn't seem to have any feeling.
"I need to rebuild the link with this body in my sleep." The Prophet's voice sounded a little apologetic. At this time, her voice sounded a little emotional, "But Your Highness Josiah, can you continue the topic just now?"
"It's okay to talk about this topic another time. Let's wait until you recover." ‘
Since Josiah established the link with the Venerated Skeleton, he had a certain understanding of the existence of the soul.
This thing was not something that could be changed at will. Be it the body or the soul, they were both extremely tight 'machines'. If one wanted them to interlock and operate smoothly, it was far from enough to just link a gear together.
"This … Your Highness Josiah, I'm a little ashamed. I'm afraid that the next time I talk to you about this topic, the same situation will happen. Your vision for the future of the Weave is really scary enough to excite me."
The Prophet, who was no longer suppressing his emotions, was able to speak much better.
"Anyway, I'm just painting a picture for you. I'll look for you when it's time to start practicing. I just hope that you can take a little time to learn programming."
Under Josiah's comfort, the little girl finally compromised. Hiri carried her directly to a bed and covered her with a sheet. It didn't take long for the little girl to fall asleep.
"Josiah, is the shop on the Weave you mentioned real?" After settling the Prophet, Hiri turned around and asked Josiah, who had just painted a few pictures.
"It's true. Even if I can't do it this year, two years later, three years later, no matter how many years it takes … it will definitely appear on the Weave. At that time, I only need to sit at home to visit all the shops in Noland and even the whole world," said Josiah.
"This … in this case, won't my wallet, which I've worked hard to fatten up, die again?" Hiri imagined the arrival of that day and finally came to a terrible conclusion.
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