"Sorry to keep you waiting … Uh … Please wait a little longer."
Not long after the grey-robed Mage Rursk's gaze shifted away from the letter, another owl with brown spots on its back flew in.
However, this owl was not as carefree as before. It fell on the table face first, and a few feathers fell off its body. After flapping its wings a few times, it barely managed to stand up on the table and put a letter in front of the grey-robed Mage.
He picked up the old envelope. A large part of the letter was missing, and the handwriting was blurred. He could only vaguely make out the title: "How to Dispel the Undead with Healing as the Main Inscription — The Owl Pen Club's Twelfth Issue".
The grey-robed Mage Rursk looked at the letter and the old owl, and felt a little upset. He was one of the founders of the Owl Pen Club.
The Pen Club was not official, and he did not even know who the members were. If he had any questions, he only needed to write them down on a piece of paper and let the owl bring them to the other members.
After a few rounds, when the letter returned to his hands, he would always see a lot of replies.
However, it was not reliable to use this method to get a truly academic answer, but he liked this method of free discussion.
Everyone did not know each other's identity, so they could speak to each other as equals and express their opinions.
However, it would take a long time to get a reply. Usually, it would take more than two months for the question he wrote to return to his hands through the owl.
This was when he was lucky. If he was unlucky, he might not get a reply for the rest of his life.
If he remembered correctly, this letter was one of the earliest ones. It had recorded the responses of the magic casters from all over the Norland Continent, but now, it was in tatters and had become a useless piece of paper.
Apart from sighing, he also felt heartache.
"Let's go, old friend …"
The grey-robed Mage untied a silk scarf tied to the old owl's leg, officially letting the old owl retire.
It tilted its head and looked at him. Suddenly, it let out a cry, as if it was reluctant to leave.
The grey-robed Mage stroked the owl's feathers and carried it to the window. Only then did the owl flap its wings and leave.
"Now I can finally work. Sorry to keep you waiting."
The grey-robed Mage tidied up the items on the desk. Josiah and Hiri also sat in front of the desk.
"May I ask if the letters brought by the owls were random?"
But before he registered the patent for the camera, Josiah was very interested in the prototype of the Mage Forum.
"Of course it's random. They won't deliberately go to any place. Are you also interested in pen pals?"
The gray-robed Wizard was proud of the pen club he had created. Through thousands of owls, the nearly ten thousand spellcasters in Norland City participated in academic discussions again and again. Although this number was insignificant compared to the population of Norland City, the gray-robed Wizard was proud of his pen club.
"No, I just think that this discussion form can be improved," Josiah said..
"Improved?"
The grey-robed Mage admitted that it was very cumbersome to send letters through the owls, but this was the only way to send letters to others. If it was a face-to-face discussion … then low-level Mages wouldn't even have the right to speak.
"That's probably the method."
Josiah gently waved his hand, and a white window appeared in front of Josiah. This was the message that appeared on the window.
The grey-robed Mage showed a puzzled look, as if he didn't understand the function of the window.
In order to further explain to him, Josiah sent another message to Hiri.
After receiving the message, Hiri silently moved the Ping Pong interface away from the chat window. Finally, she used magic to directly materialize the chat window's interface.
"This … this … this …"
The grey-robed Mage Rursk looked at this scene speechlessly. Apart from being the founder of the Owl Pen Club, he was also the founder of the Patent Parliament. He had seen all kinds of amazing inventions over the years.
Compared to the magic-guided machines that could replace carriages, Josiah's demonstration seemed a little mediocre.
But as an enthusiast of communication through letters, a Spellcaster who desired to discuss his ideas with more people and gain more knowledge, Rursk instantly understood the value of the white window in front of Josiah!
"This is a little thing edited with Order Glyphs. If I spend some time, I can let more people participate in a discussion, and … it can perfectly save the data of the discussion."
The further explanation given by Josiah made the grey-robed Mage so excited that he almost couldn't sit still in his seat.
"But the maximum communication distance is only about 200 meters. Messages beyond this distance can't be received."
Josiah's words seemed to have poured a bucket of cold water on the grey-robed Mage, and his excitement disappeared.
A distance of a few hundred meters … Such a small distance was better than a face-to-face discussion.
"Is there … any way to expand it?" he asked Josiah with a glimmer of hope.
"Of course there is. I need a server."
Currently, Josiah used his own mental power as the network cable, and his brain as the local area network of the data terminal. To achieve ultra-long-distance communication, it was necessary to build an Internet.
But Josiah couldn't find any 'raw crystal' that could carry the amount of data on the Internet.
A raw crystal with hundreds of inscriptions was already the limit. The better ones could have thousands or even tens of thousands of inscriptions.
But what was the concept of Internet data? The data on the Internet on Earth could be described as a torrent. A forum server didn't need to be that big, but Josiah wasn't satisfied with just building a forum on the Internet.
A potato server like Ubisoft definitely wouldn't do. Josiah at least had to find a better leek server.
"Server?"
"Simply put, it's a 'raw crystal' that can store a lot of inscriptions."
The higher the quality of the raw crystal, the higher the price. A raw crystal that could only store a few inscriptions might only cost one or two gold coins, and a raw crystal that could store hundreds of inscriptions would cost more than a hundred gold coins.
And most of the raw crystals with inscriptions, except for those that stored powerful magic inscriptions, were worthless.
"How much?"
The grey-robed Mage had seen many high-quality raw crystals in his life, which could carry tens of thousands of inscriptions, and even hundreds of thousands or millions of inscriptions.
"A hundred million. Of course, if it's temporary, a hundred thousand raw crystals can also be used."
In fact, Josiah really wanted to ask for a unit of a trillion, but after thinking about it, he lowered the requirement. Josiah remembered that the best raw crystal in the Third Prince's hand could carry about twenty to thirty thousand inscriptions.
"That's really too much."
The grey-robed Mage pushed up his glasses. If a hundred million was impossible, a raw crystal that could carry about a hundred thousand inscriptions could basically become the foundation of a large teleportation circle in a large country. Of course, its value was self-evident.
"Is this what you want to register the patent for?"
"No, I want to register another one."
The other party didn't seem to want to continue this topic, so Josiah didn't deliberately continue. After all, Josiah and the grey-robed Mage were strangers. Josiah only mentioned this on a whim.
After Josiah registered the patent for the camera and left the room, the grey-robed Mage knocked on the table and pondered for a while. Finally, he picked up a quill and found a new piece of paper.
To: All members of the Owl Pen Club
On How to Get a Raw Crystal with Nearly Unlimited Quality
— — Rursk the Gray-Robed Mage's own handwriting.
After he finished writing a paragraph, he rolled up the paper and walked to the window.
He knew how to get the 'unlimited' raw crystal, and this letter was just to ask the other founders of the Pen Club.
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