On the way back to the academy, the Merchant kept apologizing to Baiyi, "I'm really, really sorry, Sir Hope. I just wanted them to have your protection but I didn't expect them to be so overconfident …"
"Don't say that. They actually meant no harm. It's just that that young man was a little too impatient so I taught him a lesson," Baiyi replied calmly. Baiyi replied calmly, "Well, forget about protecting them. You should know that the best way to protect them is to make sure that they don't have anything to do with me."
"I understand. Thank you for your magnanimity, Sir Hope!" The Merchant complimented from the bottom of his heart. To be honest, the young sorcerer was lucky to have met the mild-tempered Baiyi, who did not have the bad habit of killing an entire family with a glare. If it had been someone else, the punishment for his rude provocation would have been more than a few days in bed.
Offending the dignity of a strong person could lead to serious consequences in this world.
After sending the trembling merchant away, Baiyi listened to the discussion among the other Voidwalkers. Their topic had quickly changed from scolding the merchant to how they could make use of their first bucket of gold. None of them showed any interest in Baiyi's action of stepping on the ants.
"Let's buy some herbs and borrow an alchemy workshop in the academy. With my knowledge, the money can be doubled in no time," The Alchemist suggested.
"How much can you make with just 50 gold coins? After deducting the cost, there's not much left! " A Voidwalker with the codename Blacksmith retorted, "Alchemy is a profession where the higher the cost, the higher the profit. The cost of 50 gold coins is just too little!"
"Why don't we make some magic scrolls and sell them? That should be faster. Even if we can't sell them, we can let Mia-chan use them for her exams, "The Sorcerer suggested.
"Master, the times have changed. This method will not work anymore," The Painter said. "80 years ago, the Association of Sorcerers of the General Realm passed a resolution to carry out special management and regulation on the circulation and sale of magic scrolls. If you want to sell them, you have to obtain the authorization of the Association or else, they will be confiscated unconditionally."
"Huh? Why did they do this? Are those useless good-for-nothings in the Association so shameless for the sake of their own money? " When the Little Wizard heard this, he immediately cursed angrily. It could be seen that he was not on good terms with the association back then.
"It's not just the Association's interests. This also involves the interests of the mages themselves. The mages who invent their own magic have the corresponding patent rights and are protected by the Association. Magic without patent rights are prohibited from being taught or sold." The painter continued to explain, "To a large extent, this solves the problem of magic plagiarism and protects the rights and passion of the developers. It is supported by most of the mages … So, if we want to sell the scrolls, we have to first obtain the patent and sales rights. This process is very troublesome. You should know how efficient the association is, right?"
"What's more important is that, including those spells that you have invented when you were still alive, the original creator can't be found. Most of them have been patented by the association, and some of them have been patented by someone else. If we want to sell the scrolls now, we can only choose those spells that have been lost in history or those that we have invented ourselves. Of course, we need the association to certify the patents, and the process is very complicated," another young Apprentice Voidwalker added.
It seemed that this world's protection of intellectual property was not inferior to Earth's. This was probably the second project that could keep up with the pace of Earth's development other than women's clothing.
However, the Little Wizard snorted at the progress of society. He said in annoyance, "Why is it so troublesome? Stealing other people's magic is such a despicable thing. Why do we need to restrict them? Do these people still have the basic dignity and self-awareness? "
"In the face of practical benefits, dignity and self-awareness are not worth mentioning. Not everyone can be as self-disciplined as the ancient times …" The painter said with a bitter smile.
"You have the cheek to say that. If it wasn't for you, we wouldn't have stirred up this evil trend, would we? Of course, there wouldn't be all these troubles after that, "the apprentice said to the painter in annoyance.
The 32nd Walker of the Void, the painter. His original name was Casey. His original profession was indeed an artist. He could use his extraordinary memory to copy his opponent's magic. All he needed to do was to look at the runes that appeared when the opponent was chanting and he could reproduce it perfectly. This kind of ability was similar to a certain ninja with a similar name.
Therefore, the painter who had awakened his power had embarked on the path of plagiarism. There was no turning back. His power increased by leaps and bounds. Then, he maliciously plagiarized other people's magic scrolls to disrupt the market and earn a lot of resources. In the end, he became the top powerhouse of his time. Although he died a horrible death under the Sorcerer's Association's bounty and his soul was banished to the Void, he had successfully started the evil habit of plagiarism. It was only when the Sorcerer's Association issued the corresponding mandatory measures that it was reversed.
Even though the man who was known as Casey the Plagiarist had repented after a long time in the Void Prison, the harm he had done to the whole academic circle was already a foregone conclusion. Remorse and self-blame were meaningless now.
"So even if Sir Hope finds a way to get out of this prison, I will not leave this place for the time being. I will continue to repent here until the academic circle returns to its normal state. This is my punishment for myself. It is my redemption for the sins that I have committed while I was alive," the painter said solemnly.
Baiyi could only sigh helplessly at this decision. Even though the man had always been a self-proclaimed aesthete, he could still be quite serious when he got serious. So, he tried to change the topic and said, "Since the previous proposals are not very good, do any of you have any better ideas?"
"I guess we should still go to the old goods market to search for treasures, right? Won't it solve the problem if we pick up a fragment of a divine weapon or something? "The Devil quickly suggested. It was obvious that he was addicted to online novels.
"Buy a set of bright and beautiful clothes, a bouquet of roses, and a harp. In the evening, when the sky is filled with the glow of the sunset, go to the downstairs of a beautiful noble lady and play a touching yet sorrowful love song …" The bard suggested.
Are you trying to make money or pick up girls? Let's not talk about how outdated and lowly your method of picking up girls for thousands of years is now. How do you expect a Soul Armature to pick up girls? You're really a guy who lives off a woman and lives in the Void! I think you're the most despicable one among all the Voidwalkers! Baiyi cursed in his heart.
The Caveman's suggestion was like this, "Buy a sharp axe and the necessary rations. Then, board the ship to the Northern Wasteland. There are countless ferocious beasts there and each of them carries a lot of gold coins with them …"
Although I can understand what you're trying to say, do you have to describe it like an online game? Also, only humanoid monsters will drop gold coins, right? Alright, we've gone too far. Are you sure that Mia won't greet you with a baby in her arms when you come back from the Wasteland?
"Huh? I didn't think of that … "The Caveman pondered for a while and added," Sure enough, we still need to bring a Return Scroll or a Hearthstone or something before we set off. "
Is this the direction that you're correcting? Do you really think that this is an online game? Wake up, please! Have you been corrupted by the Bard to the point that you only know how to be despicable? The Lord Barbarian who gave you the name of Huskar will be very embarrassed, right?
With the two of them having a good start, the following discussion was completely chaotic. The topic had already flown to an unknown direction.
Not only did Baiyi not manage to pick out any useful suggestions from those messy discussions, he even had to use most of his consciousness to build a virtual battlefield for them. Because the two parties who had different opinions were no longer satisfied with the battle of words and wanted to have a real battle in their consciousness? As for the final debate, it seemed like it had evolved into whether the performance of the massage parlor or Inweida was better.
In order to avoid being bombarded by the group of people and those rubbish discussions, Baiyi was forced to build a virtual battlefield for them. After a while, he saw such a notification.
"The Lich has chosen the Lich."
"The Devil has chosen the Doom Walker. Hoping to provide the Devil's Blade as an accessory or a treasure …"
Can't you be a little more shameless?
"The Assassin has chosen the Divine Warrior."
"The Paladin has chosen the Crystal Maiden."
Why didn't you choose the All-rounder Knight? Didn't you see that everyone else has chosen a hero that is compatible with their own class?
"Because the All-rounder Knight is not suitable for this game! Furthermore, the ice maiden was so beautiful! prpr！”
Damn it, this guy is hopeless …
"The Lord has chosen Prophet Bu Yan Jun."
"The Painter chose the Grand Magus."
Did he choose a hero who could steal other people's magic without hesitation? Who was the one who said he would atone for his sins? In the end, a leopard cannot change its spots? Give me back that tiny bit of emotion from before!
In short, that was about it. Both sides were locked in a fierce battle using the virtual battlefield that Baiyi had created for them using his consciousness. "F * ck! F * ck! Save, save, save, whoever runs is a dog! "Such trash talk filled his eardrums.
So what was the final conclusion? How was he going to make money now? Baiyi thought helplessly to himself. 'How could I forget the most basic topic?'
Fortunately, his teacher, the First Walker of the Void, gave him a timely suggestion. "In my opinion, we should just make some magic scrolls and some simple magical equipment for Mia's own use. This amount of money should be enough," Baiyi said.
This was the most reliable sentence he had heard today. As expected of his teacher! Baiyi sighed.
In the end, the Archmage added, "Also, if you still have the energy, please help me simulate a game. I haven't drawn a card for a long time …"
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