Josiah slowly walked down from the top floor of the Gray Cloak Wizard Tower, holding the stone slab in his hand.
An hour ago, Josiah had arrived at the Gray Cloak Wizard Tower as promised. The wise Sage had also made a preliminary judgment of the stone slab's function.
"After it's activated, mana will spread in the surroundings, as if it's transmitting some kind of message. It might be a call for help or a call for companions."
This was what the Gray Cloak Wizard had said.
Call for companions? Josiah looked at the azure interface of the stone slab.
If activating this special machine could attract the attention of the person who made it, Josiah would be happy to activate it for a period of time every day.
"Stop right there!"
When Josiah reached the bottom floor of the Wizard Tower, Josiah heard an angry shout.
A large number of feathers fell from the sky, and a fat owl suddenly landed on Josiah's shoulder.
"Damn it! One day, I'll catch you and make soup out of you! "
The shout came from the retired Nephilic Judge, Cheryl.
The young-looking Nephilic Judge held a silver-white cleaver in her hand and shouted at the owl on Josiah's shoulder angrily.
On the other hand, the fat owl was mocking the Nephilic Judge, who was no longer as skilled as she used to be, with its coo.
"What's wrong?"
Josiah sized up the Nephilic Judge's attire. She was wearing an apron and seemed to be preparing lunch.
"That owl called Cassius ate my fish again!"
Cheryl waved the cleaver in her hand. Josiah suspected that the Nephilic Judge would throw the cleaver at the owl on Josiah's shoulder if she was unhappy.
The owl cawed again, flapped its wings, and flew to the top floor of the Wizard Tower.
"If the Gray Cloak Wizard hadn't forbidden it, that fat pigeon … No, that owl wouldn't have lived for long!"
Cheryl wiped the kitchen knife with her fingertip.
Josiah had never doubted the former Nephilic Judge's combat prowess, but it was a pity that in the hierarchy of this mage tower, the owls belonged to the 'noble' class, while the two Nephilic Judges living here belonged to the category of commoners or servants of a lower class.
The grey-clothed man was famous in Noland for his love of keeping owls. When Josiah ascended the tower, he would see a bunch of owls standing on the beam every few steps.
If it weren't for the fact that the grey-robed man had set up some kind of barrier on the first floor, the first floor of the Magus Tower, which was where Shirley lived, would most likely have already been reduced to a mess.
"Is that why you want to move out?"
Josiah glanced around the Magus Tower. Cheryl had already cleaned up the place, but there was no "personal space" here.
Regardless of whether it was a bed for sleeping or a personal desk, they were all placed in the hall on the first floor.
The Gray Cloak Wizard Tower was indeed effective in defending against enemy invasions, but the living conditions might be a little worse than a normal inn.
"It doesn't feel good to wake up every morning and be stared at by a bunch of owls," Cheryl said.
"Is that so?"
Josiah had initially let them temporarily stay in the Gray Cloak Wizard Tower to prevent the Nephilic Judges from attacking.
However, the Nephilic Judges seemed to have learned their lesson recently, and Josiah hadn't seen them for a long time.
Even when the teleportation node in Noland was opened and connected to the Kingdom of the Holy Church, there weren't any Holy Army coming to cause trouble for Josiah.
"Do you remember what I told you last time?" Josiah's visit to the Magus Tower today was not only to find the Gray Cloak Wizard Tower, but also to find Cheryl.
"You're talking about … turning that diary into a real book?"
Cheryl had serialized the 'Diary of the Nephilic Judge' on the Magic Net purely out of interest. At first, she didn't even think of using her diary to make money.
But even she didn't expect that after coming to Noland, this book would become her only source of income.
"You guessed correctly," Josiah said.
"But will there really be people willing to spend money to buy my diary?"
Cheryl still had some self-awareness about how bad her writing was.
Born in an ordinary family, Cheryl's talent in writing wasn't considered good. At the beginning, the diary only used extremely simple words to record some daily events.
She had stayed in the Gray Cloak Wizard Tower for a long time and tried to read several books in the tower to improve her literary skills.
No matter which book she took out from the surrounding bookshelves, the author's writing skills were unimaginably better than Cheryl's.
So when she first uploaded it to the Immovable Library, she didn't think that the diary she casually jotted down would be so popular.
"As the book with the highest number of replies in the Immovable Library, I think your readers should be very willing to buy a physical copy of it."
Josiah took out two contracts and handed them to the Nephilic Judge in front of him.
She took the two contracts from Josiah. One of the contracts had her name on it, and the other had Dinessa's name.
Cheryl roughly skimmed through the contents of the contract. It was a very common business clause.
"Why … is it signed in the Falosi Royal Library?" Cheryl raised her head in confusion and pointed at the contractor column at the end. She originally thought that Josiah had bought the publishing rights of her diary.
"Because the Falosi King is also your loyal reader," Josiah said, leaving Cheryl stunned for a full three seconds.
The Falosi King. This title could only be seen on the highest level of the Heretic Court's wanted posters!
"Does the King also read Dinessa's book?" Cheryl asked tentatively.
"Erm … That Nun Mademoiselle's book is a little special. It was published under my name, and I randomly made up the name Hearthstone Library."
If Josiah remembered correctly, the organization that turned books into 'commodities' in this world were the major libraries in this world.
Every library had its own unique collection of books and books for sale.
"How about it? Are you willing to accept it? "Josiah asked.
"What if I can't sell it?"
Cheryl still didn't have much confidence in the materialization of her diary.
After all, reading Cheryl's diary on the spellcaster forum didn't cost money. But if it was turned into a paper book, she would have to pay a certain amount of money to browse the content.
"If you can't sell it, it's very simple. You'll starve to death on the streets." Josiah smiled and cracked a joke that made the Nephilic Judge tremble. "Of course, this is just an example. Please believe in your readers, Miss Cheryl. Those words are the result of your hard work. The readers won't be stingy with their money to support your creation. Similarly, I'll arrange a signing for you. Simply put, it's a chance to meet your readers."
"A signing …" Cheryl murmured. As a Nephilic Judge, she had always been alone. Even now, she wasn't used to being exposed to the public.
She had done too many 'wrong things' in her life. The smell of blood on her hands was so strong that even she couldn't stand it. Thus, she could only choose to hide behind the scenes, not daring to show herself in public.
However, no one liked to hide in the dark. Cheryl subconsciously opened the Magic Net interface and glanced at the huge pile of comments under her book. Whether it was those who wanted to know the plot development, or those who wanted to know about her current situation, or those who wanted to read the next chapter, Cheryl seriously looked through each and every one of them.
"I can give it a try."
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