Although the leader of the Army of Darkness was a Lich, not the entire army was made up of undead. It could be said that this was a group of forces that had been suppressed for a long time. Although the price was to become enemies with the old gods, the advantage was that they could plunder, kill, and take revenge as much as they wanted.
Besides, the undead generally gave people the illusion that the more they fought, the stronger they became. In fact, it was relatively easy to replenish the undead at the lowest level. Also, the expansion was only in quantity, not quality. The undead creatures were not really immortal. Their general strength was even weaker than warriors of the same level.
If they encountered a magic tower, which was a war fortress that could only be defeated by attrition, how many skeleton soldiers could they replenish after they defeated it? Even if the mages in the tower were resurrected as Lich, the converted combat power might not be enough to offset the losses. Even the mage apprentices could be resurrected as Lich, which was even more ridiculous. The cost of the conversion ceremony was not worth investing in ordinary mage apprentices.
Conclusion: The demon king from a thousand years ago was resurrected. However, if they wanted to conquer the world in this era, unless there was a way to solve the problem of magic towers everywhere, the Army of Darkness could only eat dirt.
When the people sitting on the fifth floor of the Sixth Tower of the Holy City understood the difference between a thousand years ago and this era, they were not so resistant to the resurrection of the demon king.
The demon king alone could not do much harm. What was really scary was the army that could conquer the whole world. However, in this era where magic towers were everywhere, no matter how powerful the army was, they would have to hide. Without a consensus from the world of magicians, anyone who wanted to conquer the world could only choose one tower after another. Then, they would bleed themselves dry, and the great cause would come to an end.
The previous haze was swept away, and they no longer cared about the identity of the Lich. Miladis picked up the mathematics journal in front of him and casually flipped through it. At the same time, he asked, "Little Guy, do you think it's really impossible to use the printing press to make magic scrolls?" The Warlock Saint, who was trying to close the distance between them, didn't give up and continued to ask for more details.
Lin did not give a definite answer to the old man's question. He said, "There must be a way to break through, but we can't find it yet."
"Then how about you lead the research in this area? I can use my connections to support your research. "
A certain someone laughed and didn't have time to respond. Grand Magician Kabambai said in a gloomy voice, "There's no need for you to worry, my lord. I've already organized some people to do research in this area. "
Miladis didn't get angry, but he didn't get angry. Instead, he keenly grasped the main point of the conversation and asked, "Oh, isn't it led by Sir Cupwood?"
Seeing that the topic had returned to him, Lin explained with a smile, "Sir, to tell you the truth, I have indeed done similar research before, but I didn't make much progress. Because this involved a lot of aspects. In addition to mathematical analysis, it also involved the formula of ink, the formula of paper, and so on. There were many fields that I wasn't familiar with. All of this depended on the dean to organize mages who were adept in various fields to conduct research. Also, I have my own personal magic and mathematics research going on, so I really can't be distracted by the topic of printing magic scrolls. At most, I can provide some assistance on the printing machine. "
Lin Sanjiu's explanation could be considered as pulling himself out of the mire and giving the two elders a way out. In fact, everyone knew that the apprentice of the Warlock Saint had offended someone, and the dean was holding back his anger. Even if he didn't intend to pursue the matter, Grand Magician Kabambai didn't intend to greet him with a smile.
As for the trouble that Hakeem had caused him, Miladis could only rub his nose and swallow it. After all, he didn't stop his apprentice from the beginning because he wanted to test the mage's intentions. When it was time to stop, that inexperienced young lad made things worse. Speaking of which, it was a miscalculation on his part.
He had no choice but to say, "Since Sir Kabambai is taking the lead, I think there will be results soon. Then I'll wait for the good news. "
Miladis didn't pretentiously say anything to help because he knew that in the Holy City, Grand Magician Kabambai's influence and strength were not as strong as his, but the difference wasn't big. If there was something that Kabambai couldn't do, he probably wouldn't be able to do it either. If Kabambai could do it, even if it was in his hands, he would at most speed it up a little.
As one of the six tower masters in the Holy City and one of the top managers of the Great Library, Miladis had so many magic research projects that he had to queue up to solve them.
Although the printing of magic scrolls was of great strategic importance to mages, it was also very promising. However, from his standpoint, as long as there was someone to complete it, it would be fine. It didn't necessarily have to be done by him. He had long since left the pursuit of fame and money.
Since they had finished their business and understood what they needed to understand, both parties still had things to do. Thus, the meeting ended with the Warlock Saint personally accepting the ten mathematics journals and ending it. Miladis asked his female apprentice to send the guest away. Of course, that was when the maze traps were removed.
After a few meaningless pleasantries, Lin Sanjiu followed the female apprentice and the dean and left.
However, when they went down the stairs to the fourth floor, they saw that Hakeem was still imprisoned in mid-air at the entrance of the stairs. He had already calmed down, but when he saw the person who came, he angrily wanted to curse. Unfortunately, he was already under the Silence spell, so he couldn't even make a sound. He couldn't even turn his head. He could only stare at the person who came and then watch him leave.
However, when Lin Sanjiu walked past Hakeem, he still asked, "Tower master, aren't you going to put him down?"
This sentence was not asked to the female apprentice who was walking in front of him, but to the old man who was probably using some kind of method to pay attention to this situation. Sure enough, the Warlock Saint, who was not present, said, "Let the child stay there and calm down for a day. Don't worry about him. "
Although he was imprisoned, Hakeem could still hear what was going on outside. Of course, he was extremely angry about what his teacher said, but there was nothing he could do. The imprisonment spell of the VI tower was not something that he could break free from.
Since the young man's teacher had spoken, Lin Sanjiu didn't say anything more or make any provocation. There was no point in being too serious with a little kid who didn't even know what he was doing.
Lin Sanjiu took the same carriage back. On the way back, Kabanbai became more talkative, and he talked about the various aspects of the printing machine. It seemed like this old man was holding back his energy and wanted to make some achievements.
Based on the principle of spiritual support and not actual participation, Lin was still very careful with what he said. Printing magic scrolls wasn't something he could afford to do with his small body. Therefore, it was better to leave it to someone who could handle it. He just needed to control the printing machine.
From Earth's point of view, Lin Sanjiu didn't make products, only industrial machines. Anyone who wanted a piece of the pie in the market would have to beg him. That was enough. If he monopolized all the industries in the upper, middle, and lower reaches, then he would have to deal with business conflicts all day long. He wouldn't be able to do anything. That would be putting the cart before the horse.
When he returned to the academy, it was not even noon yet. The sales of mathematics journals were lukewarm. It was not like the other transmigrated seniors who casually printed some scribbles and sold them. It would cause a scene where everyone would scramble to buy it and the streets would be empty.
Actually, this was not difficult to understand. First of all, it was only the first day and it hadn't even been half a day. Second of all, most of the content had been made public before.
As far as Lin Sanjiu knew, even though the lecture notes were only available to those who came to mathematics classes, those who were interested in mathematics could still obtain some of the content. At the very least, Lin Sanjiu couldn't stop those who came to class from discussing it with their friends. After a while, Lin Sanjiu knew everything that she wanted to know.
The small amount of new content in the journal was actually a bit of a rehash. Only those who were very interested in pure mathematics would want to know how to prove a result in order to enlighten themselves. Pragmatists only wanted to know the result, the proof was just a process.
There were hundreds of people who came to mathematics classes, and they all had their own opinions on whether or not they supported the mathematics journal. Of course, there were those who supported it to the point of belief and unconditionally accepted everything about mathematics.
There were also those who were stingy. Perhaps they did not dare to criticize the amount of tuition fees, after all, it was a unique business, but they were very dissatisfied with the price of the journal. Just like what Lin Sanjiu thought, XL Kiel (40 gold) was not a difficult amount for a mage, but it was also not an amount that could be casually decided on.
This could be seen from the mathematics class on the first day of the mathematics journal's release. During the chatter before class, although many people did not say it out loud, Lin Sanjiu could still hear the support and disdain in their words.
Although Lin Sanjiu was a bit disappointed with the cold attitude, it was also expected. Therefore, Lin Sanjiu did not want to complain. Anyway, his next plan was to focus on the production of magic silk. Not only himself, but also the three women at home were very concerned about this.
However, the cold attitude of the first issue of the mathematics journal only lasted for less than three days. On the fourth day, it was like the enthusiasm had exploded. Except for the books that were reserved, the remaining 900 or so journals were sold out in one day.
What attracted the support of the mages was not the content of the journal, but the method of printing the journal. When Saint Michael Diaz saw the ten volumes of the mathematics journal, the news that Lin Sanjiu was planning to print books had already spread. However, these experienced and knowledgeable mages were not very confident in the printing technology of the maze. But the final result still shocked everyone.
Therefore, more and more people were interested in the machine placed in the printing room, and some even came to see it with their own eyes. Of course, without exception, they all asked, "Can we print magic scrolls?"
Lin Sanjiu really wanted to ask these mages why they were obsessed with magic scrolls.
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
