Chapter 41
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The next morning.
The promotion for Knight Of The White Thorn would take another two days. During this time, the theater had officially screened Beauty And The Devil, but no one knew about it.
Josiah took the opportunity to drag Hiri and Herland to the Noland's Patent Conference.
This was a building that had just been built for more than ten years. Compared to a national administrative office, this building looked more like a museum.
Although the interior of the Patent Conference was crowded with people, it was not noisy. Mages in robes of various colors walked through the hall in a hurry with a large amount of paper in their arms. Some foreign visitors with different skin colors were also affected by the orderly atmosphere and whispered to each other.
"This way."
It was not Herland's first time here. Herland brought Josiah to the registration window with ease. Behind the window sat a woman wearing a pair of wood-framed spectacles. She looked surprised when she saw Herland.
"Herland, is your work finally done? I don't have to listen to that professor's nagging every day anymore. "
"Far from it, Sansa …"
Herland shook her head and denied her guess. The woman behind the registration window was Herland's classmate in the academy. She was very close to her but sometimes gave Herland a headache.
"It's been so long and you still haven't finished it? Herland, you should go to the academy and show your face. Not only the professor, but many guys are also thinking about you. Come to think of it, Ricard got four tickets to the National Theater today. That's the Flower of Falosi. Have you heard of the Nation of Arts, Falosi? Rumor has it that the girls there are the most beautiful in the world. "
"…"
Herland didn't remind her friend that she was also a girl. She just didn't want to dwell on this topic any longer.
Herland had also heard that the Black Swan Troupe had recently joined the Norland National Theater. Their publicity was so intense that Herland could see a few flyers about the troupe every day when he went out to clean up the courtyard of the alchemy workshop.
In the beginning, Herland was still a little interested, but ever since she watched the movie Beauty and the Devil, her little curiosity about the stage play had disappeared.
Those who have tasted better food will never be nostalgic for the plain food they used to eat. Stage plays are indeed a form of artistic expression worthy of being recorded in history, but they are far less interesting than movies.
"Let's talk about this later. I'm here today to introduce this gentleman to me. He has a new invention that he wants to apply for patent registration."
Herland used this method to quickly end the conversation.
"Patent registration? Please wait a moment. "
She took out a piece of paper from behind the counter. The paper was shrouded in a series of inscriptions, and obscure magic flowed on the surface of the paper.
This was a special registration form. Josiah took the agreement and glanced at the contents. It was basically some basic personal information. Josiah filled in the information one by one. In the name column, he only wrote his name but not his surname. In the country column, Josiah thought for a while and decided not to reveal his true identity.
In the end, he wrote a country called 'Da Xia'.
The ink painting he saw in the White Thorn Flower Theater yesterday proved that there was indeed a country similar to China in this world called Da Xia.
"Room 372. Take this badge and stand on the teleportation circle over there."
Perhaps she was in a hurry to chat with Herland, so she did not carefully check the information Josiah filled in. She did not even check some of the relevant documents.
Josiah held the badge marked '372' in his hand. In order not to waste time and disturb Herland and her friend's catching up, he asked Hiri to follow him to the teleportation circle beside the window.
The badge flashed with a pale white inscription. After the temporary weightlessness disappeared, Josiah found himself standing in the middle of a messy office.
There were documents piled up haphazardly on the desk in the office, and the bookshelves in the room were also extremely messy. The most eye-catching object was an owl perched on one of the bookshelves, and its eyes were fixed on Josh, who had suddenly appeared in the room.
Josiah knocked on the door to signal that there was a visitor. The owner of the office heard Josiah's knock and suddenly appeared from behind the desk.
It was an old man who looked to be in his seventies. He wore a dirty gray robe, and he had the demeanor of the gray robe mage in 'The Lord of the Rings', or Gandalf, the Lord of Melee.
"Ahem, I'm here to apply for the ownership of the patent." Josiah broke the silence in the room.
"Application? Wait a moment, I'm looking for a letter. "
He rummaged through the disorderly books on the bookshelf. As soon as he pulled out a book, the rest of the books fell down like dominoes, directly crushing the poor old man under them.
Suddenly, pale white inscriptions appeared in the air. The books that fell to the ground were shrouded in the same light. Then, these books floated to the corner of the room.
"These damn books are about to crush my old bones." The gray-robed mage stood up from the ground and rubbed his forehead.
The owl standing on the bookshelf seemed to be unable to stand it anymore. It flapped its wings and used its claws to grab a piece of paper called 'Can the Inscription of Order Construct a Magic for Long-Distance Communication?' The letter from the 72nd Issue of the Owl Pen Club was placed on the table.
"Here … I've been looking for it for two days, and I finally found it!"
The gray robe mage patted the dust on the letter in surprise. He put on his glasses and flipped through the letter. He found one of the lines, picked up the quill pen next to him, and wrote the latest answer on it. Then, he rolled the letter up.
The owl next to him jumped onto the table, picked up the slightly worn-out letter, and flew out of the window. The gray owl didn't fly out for long before a white owl landed next to the window and put a letter on the table.
The mage opened the letter and skimmed through it.
"Nonsense! It's meaningless to construct the Inscription of Teleportation like this! "
He picked up the pen angrily and wrote a paragraph on the letter. Then, he let the owl take the letter away.
Josiah, who witnessed the whole process, finally figured out what the gray robe mage was doing.
Simply put, he was' reading posts and calling the original poster retarded '.
Josiah saw the handwriting on the letter in an instant. All the handwriting was different. Obviously, it was the handwriting of different people. They wrote their thoughts on the letter and then passed it to each other through the owl. This way, they could discuss without leaving the house.
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