There was no telling whether it was because this place was really boring or because the natives here had a deep passion for gossip. Ever since a certain someone caused a ruckus in the art shop and commented on some paintings the next day, the small art shop had become completely lively.
Also, as the owner, he wasn't completely ignorant of art. With a few points of argument provided by a certain someone, he could come up with all kinds of tricks. For a moment, his shop had become the leader of the art shops in Jasfan Port City. When discussing paintings, those who didn't mention light sources and shadows would be regarded as not good enough.
In the circle of nobles, many people who were originally authorities in this field wanted to scold a certain Mage. The best thing to do at this time was to send someone to sharpen the knife …
The sharpening of the knife was too obvious. Lin simply borrowed Shi Dong from Fen and put the head of the sutured corpse on the table. After a few words, he asked the person next to him, "What do you think, Shi Dong?" Although the sutured corpse didn't really want to talk to a certain someone, he would still give some superficial answers whenever someone asked him a question. For example, "I have no objections." "Maybe it's as you say, sir."
Even if he didn't talk to a strange-looking head, many things that ordinary people couldn't understand would happen in the daily life of a Mage. How many of those old painters and nobles who thought they had good taste could adapt to this style? Usually, as long as Shi Dong, who was on the table, opened his mouth, the people who came to challenge him would find all kinds of excuses to leave.
If there was someone who was stubborn enough to refuse to leave and insisted on arguing with a certain someone, Lin would usually ask, "Shi Dong, do you know these things?"
"I don't know these things, sir."
"That's exactly why you're on the table."
Then, with a certain someone's malicious eyes, he sized up the people who came to challenge him up and down. Lin hadn't met anyone who could sit still.
Apart from these so-called masters of art who wanted to "discuss" with a certain someone about art, most of the people who came to visit him were his peers — Mages.
However, there was no way to have an academic discussion about magic at all.
The Lich hadn't published any magic except for the P Language that he and a certain someone published together. Necromancy magic such as the ritual of transforming Lich was a taboo in itself. The Society of Sorcerers did not recommend the circulation of magical knowledge. Therefore, if someone wanted to discuss magic with Fen, they wouldn't know how to start. If the question was too shallow, one would be looked down upon. If the question was too deep, one might not even understand.
Apart from the Magic Tower design that was only useful to a small number of people, most of the magic that Lin had made public were related to magic on the forums. It could even be said that other than forums and emails, not many people cared about other related knowledge.
There were those who wanted to ask about the theory behind it, but most of them had never even heard of Language P. As for those who had heard of it, they asked about variables and loops … A certain someone had long since gotten tired of this level of teaching. If someone asked about it, he would throw a beginner's textbook of Language P. If he couldn't understand it, everything he said would be a waste of time.
As for the other people, the moment they opened their mouths, they would like to see what functions they could add or what areas they wanted to improve. He bluntly criticized the forum and insisted that it should be changed according to his opinion. Those who were more polite would tactfully ask for various ways to cooperate, but they were the ones who led the discussion.
Their words were full of disdain. Although they didn't say it explicitly, they thought that a certain someone was a country bumpkin who came from a barren land. Every three sentences would be "in our Vida Military Kingdom, what should be done", or "in our Vida Military Kingdom, what should be done".
And it wasn't just a certain someone who was criticized. Even his two apprentices, the four dwarves who were regarded as his followers, suffered. Some of them were so bold that they even dared to provoke the former Demon King. It was nothing more than "our army is only stronger than the Dark Army of the past," or something like that.
Different people, according to their background, pointed out the army that they were familiar with. It made Lin think that any army from the Vida Military Kingdom today would be able to destroy the forces that Fen had built up in the past more than ten times.
If they wanted to criticize his two apprentices as country bumpkins, Lin would accept it, because their background was indeed not very good. But a Demon King from a thousand years ago, if they wanted to criticize him as an antique, then so be it. He had nothing to do with a country bumpkin.
Moreover, although Fen never mentioned it, Lin speculated that she should also be from the central area of the maze, a noble bloodline that had been cut off. Otherwise, no one would deliberately sacrifice her relatives to the old god, and then cause a series of events.
In that era, the object of sacrifice was not a criminal or a cat or a dog. If the bloodline was not noble enough and was regarded as disrespectful, the consequences would be more serious than not sacrificing.
As for the four dwarves, their iconic silver beards seemed to be ignored. They were the royal family of the dwarves, the silver-bearded dwarves who had once ruled for an era. The technology they used was far more advanced than the technology used in the maze, even if it was thousands of years ago. Such a person had become the target of disdain. Was this world too ridiculous, or was someone blind?
And himself? Other than individual strength, what was the advantage of the maze compared to Earth?
Not to mention other things, the humans in his hometown were known to have the ability to destroy Earth seven times. Their degree of seeking death was through the roof. Who in the maze could boast like that? Not to mention humans, not even gods, not even demons.
Not to mention culture, this was not the extent of leaving Earth behind by a few streets. It was estimated that the maze was several light years ahead of Earth.
Therefore, when encountering such talents who thought they were better than others, Lin dealt with them diplomatically. To put it simply, he just picked up some nice words, but none of them were practical. Then, he tricked the other party and politely sent the other party away.
There was another kind of person who was also very troublesome. The other party's identity was that of a noble, a mage, but their nature was still that of a businessman. As soon as they met, after a few words, they would talk about what knowledge they wanted to buy, or what business they wanted to cooperate with. The one that was mentioned the most was the Battleship Slicing Blade that killed everyone in Storm Bay, followed by the cooperation with the various Magic Towers to discuss transformation matters.
The transformation of the Magic Towers was just a matter of listening. There were all kinds of proposals and twists and turns, making it difficult for the average person to understand. But as a member of the transmigrated crowd, growing up in an environment like Earth, even if he had not been deceived, he had heard of all kinds of scams.
This was the kind where you provided the technology, and I provided the connections. The problem was that you only had the technology, and you couldn't make money without my connections, so you only deserved to listen to me. It was a very typical business scam, treating some people who buried their heads in research as nerds.
In this regard, Lin could only chuckle. It was better to be a boss than to be an employee. Not to mention, after the pyramid was built, the workers would be buried with it, and so on. The day that the transformation of someone else's Magic Tower was completed might be the day of his own death. How stupid would one have to be to help someone they didn't know well to do such a thing?
When it came to buying the Battleship Slicing Blade and the technology behind it, these people were even more generous, offering a few megabytes (thousands of gold coins). The most conscientious one offered a few megabytes (10,000 gold coins), as if this price was already an unimaginable sky-high price for a country bumpkin who had never seen the world.
Lin Sheng still chuckled and continued to bluff them. In the end, he said that he hoped they could consider it for a day, and then politely sent them away.
Quite a few of these troublesome visitors had been introduced by Uzov Gantia's companions. Speaking of which, although these local tyrants brought some convenience, they had to deal with the people who came because of their connections. This could be considered as reciprocity. In particular, there were a few people who were quite active in buying and selling the Battleship Slicing Blade.
It wasn't that they could gain any benefits from it. As long as they understood the other party's background, it wasn't difficult to understand where their attitude came from.
Uzov's companions were like-minded people he met during his travels in the past. At his call, they were willing to participate in the attack on the Hanen Society, which could lead to deaths, so their friendship must be deep.
And these people had all kinds of backgrounds, not all of them were members of the Turtledove Alliance. Several of them were the descendants of the nobles of the Weida military state, and some even had titles. Although they were just knights without a territory, ordinary people had to call them Lord Knights when they saw them.
Since they were nobles of a country, they naturally wanted the country to be strong. How could they not covet the Battleship Slicing Blade, which had become the secret weapon of the Karlsruhe Empire's dragon cavalry in the southern continent? Of course, they would want to keep such a divine weapon and even get the technology to make it.
But they didn't have the strength to rob a mage, and they didn't have the capital to move a mage. But they didn't have it, and they couldn't find a noble who could afford the price. For the sake of the country's prosperity, they didn't care who held the weapon.
In any case, as long as the weapon entered the military state, the seemingly weak emperor would naturally have the means to take it back. Everyone looked down on the old emperor, and from time to time, they would spit all over his face, but no one had the guts to rebel. When honest people were forced into a corner, it was scary when they went crazy.
So when a powerful noble sent an emissary and shouted a price like Xbar, they naturally thought that a certain mage who had been knocked unconscious would kneel down and call him daddy. But after sending the emissary away, the mage still had his usual expression of relief from the sea of bitterness, which puzzled them.
Among this group of people, the noble's daughter with the highest status, although she didn't dare to be too rude, she was still a little annoyed by the mage's indifferent attitude. She asked: "Sir, the price of Xbar Kiel isn't enough to move you. Do you think you can see such an amount of money in your life? "
Someone didn't seem to understand the meaning of her words at all, and said with a smile: "Oh, don't tell me you haven't seen what Xbar Kiel looks like. Girl, go and bring those two boxes of money here, let our new friend have a look. "
The people of the military state snorted at the mage's words. In their imagination, the boxes of money were just small boxes that could be held in one's hands. But they didn't expect that the two apprentices would each bring a storage box. Without a doubt, they had each cast an auxiliary spell, but they still walked with difficulty and caution, for fear of making a hole in the floor.
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