Something's wrong with my undead

Chapter 400 Program
The huge auditorium was empty, with a group of old men and a woman in her forties sitting in the first row.

The former wears the solid-colored, trimmed robes of both the Shadow Technician and the Warlock.

As for the latter, there is a silver chain of forgiveness on the black skirt, with a dignified expression and eyes that seem to be able to penetrate people's hearts.

This is obviously a server.

Facing such an audience, Dylan turned over the manuscript in his hand expressionlessly.

"Today's topic is: "Principles of Transfiguration."

...

This is not a formal lecture, but a routine review, or rehearsal, for two hours before the lecture.

As Dylan's second talk in Northland, he was already used to the routine.

It's just that he didn't expect so many people to come today.

Under the stage, two old men sitting on the edge were whispering.

One of the warlocks couldn't help but asked: "Is this kid just pretending or is he born with a big heart? Does he know that all four thousand of his tickets were sold within an hour?"

"No wonder..."

The warlock was slightly relieved, but mostly he still sighed.

The temple's response was still too slow.

The shadow technician made a circle with his thumb and index finger, and straightened three fingers.

"so much……"

"Double the price?" The old warlock raised his eyebrows slightly and sat upright calmly.

On the stage, Dylan wore a poker face as always, as calm as a lake without any ripples.

"I know what you are thinking." The companion raised the corner of his mouth and laughed softly: "It's not the fault of Kitty. I heard that his first speech in Godero City only had two thousand people. Most of it was made up by Kitil himself. Who knew it would have such great stamina?”

The warlock murmured.

Because all the money was taken away by those street rats in the sewers!
He couldn't help but feel dissatisfied with Jitiler, who was responsible for the ticket sales.

When this Kidile boy from the countryside set off an unprecedented wave of discussion in the shadow-shrouded land, the temple failed to notice the clues at the first time.

"More than that, I heard that the three hundred tickets circulating on the black market were sold for this amount."

It wasn't until the heat wave hit their faces that they realized it was time to raise prices.

Warlock: "Three thousand gold coins?"

"Thirty thousand, an average of one hundred gold coins."

Although the speech in Godero City was also censored, there were only two people in total, Siara and Dmitri.

The technician next to him gave him a sideways glance: "You should add that after the price doubles."

Not for a moment was I proud that pure academics could earn so much money.

15 reviewers.

As a result, there was a lack of market research and the price increase only doubled, completely underestimating the purchasing power of the private sector.

Damn it, don’t those people usually hang around academic lectures?

Why is it that everyone seems to have been injected with chicken blood this time?

The whispers between the two people could not be hidden from some people with keen senses, and for a while, the people below had mixed emotions.

...

Everyone in the audience had their own secrets, but Dylan on the stage was a little bored.

The reason is not that this is the third speech, but the audience.

He knows the difference between listening and being impatient.

Most of the people here don't understand what he is saying.

Rather than listening, it is better to check whether there are any discrepancies between the words he said and the speech script.

The only one who was really listening was the old man Gitil with whom he had argued.

Dmitry.

Only he has light in his eyes, listening, feeling, and thinking.

"...So, after comparing and analyzing the soul quality, we will naturally turn our attention to-"

Dylan suddenly shut up.

He was a little tired.

This is a complete waste of time.

He threw the rune pen in his hand on the table and gathered a few pages of manuscripts.

"I will read the manuscript exactly as it is in your hands tonight. This boring activity will end here."

The people below looked at each other, wondering what kind of madness he had.

Finally, their eyes converged on Dmitri.

The old man did not move, but waved his hand to signal everyone to leave first.

Soon, there were only two Jitilers left in the entire auditorium. Dmitri rubbed his eyebrows and sighed:

"I know you are impatient, but this is a necessary procedure. You are still young and you have to learn to compromise. In this regard, you are not as good as your lord... and his staff."

Dylan: "I don't see the point of this. If it was McCalla, I wouldn't even have to prepare a speech."

Dmitri: "There are fifty-five million people in the Northland. How many are there in Macalla?"

Dylan frowned: "What does it matter?"

Dmitri: "In McCalla, your lord only needs one staff, a few capable men, and the heads of three towns to manage 40,000 to 50,000 people in an orderly manner.

"But if we were here, we would need at least 5,000 Georges, 5,000 Heines, 5,000 sets of our decision-making bodies, and then another group of people to manage these people to ensure that the two have the most basic comparability - -Do you think this is possible?"

Dylan remained silent.

He knew that the old man was telling the truth. The more people there were, the higher the management costs would be. He knew this.

After all, he was also a wealthy businessman who managed hundreds of serfs, although his home was later demolished.

"But I don't understand why you are so cautious..."

"This is the procedure."

Dmitry said: "Here, everything is managed by procedures. The emergence of each procedure is accompanied by an unforgettable lesson, and every repetition of the procedure will make its next execution more powerful. It can be trampled Program will cause this power to be lost quickly.”

Dylan was slightly surprised: "So this procedure is also due to an accident?"

"It was one accident after another."

Dmitry said.

He put down the manuscript in his hand and leaned back in his chair, with a look of reminiscence in his eyes.

"A long time ago, probably not long after Barry Gitil's defection, we still accepted speeches from all outside scholars-except the Luku people.

“In this Winter Wind Auditorium, there have been soul priests, totem masters, and even tree shepherds.

"Until one day, a scholar from Vilitas said something here that is still a mystery. The scholars, magicians, technicians, and even nobles who listened to that lecture defected one after another in the next three years, and none of them defected. exception.

"Most of them became necromancers, killing soul hunters, soldiers, and civilians along the way... and finally fled to the Ash Front, which was not called this name at the time.

"So this place is no longer open to the Vilitas.

"Later, another soul priest from Zanluo publicly declared that Ms. Deathspeaker was a false god, and was almost beaten to death by the radical audience... This place was no longer open to Zanluo people.

"Of course, the Zanluo people themselves were already in chaos at that time, and the Velitas people used magic network broadcasts to incite the Zanluo people to resist, making the place a mess.

"So apart from ourselves, this place is only open to dwarves and elves.

"But Pointy Ears and Shorty had a huge quarrel over the ownership of the earth and wind, and they fought several times... and then they were no longer invited.

“But even at this time, there is still no procedure like the one you went through.

“Although the Northland is covered by the magic network, we have never allowed the Velitas people to open a communication station here.

"So time and time again, they arranged for scholars to boast about the value of the Magic Network in the name of giving lectures, and insinuated that the Nice people were a bunch of ignorant country bumpkins, only better than the McCalla people...

"The temple at that time did not think that this matter needed to be managed. The chief priest believed in the Nice people and the public's ability to distinguish right from wrong.

"After all, the elves and our mortal enemies, the Luku people, did not become stronger because of the Magic Network Communication Station. Instead, the Zanluo Plateau was turned into a mess because of the Magic Network. So there is no need to defend this point, but..."

Dmitri smiled to himself:

"The censorship you see came about after some incident. That was after the attendants came along.

"They can't read minds, but they can tell whether your speech is true or false, and there are no problems with it, so we won't care about some details.

"Do you understand now?"

Dylan was silent for a long time, then suddenly asked: "Is there no precedent for the procedure to be changed?"

Dmitri was stunned for a moment, and then said: "It can be changed, but someone needs to be smashed to pieces and have a bloody head."

Dylan couldn't help but raise his eyebrows: "For example, the 'hidden rules' of waiters?"

Dmitri said in shock: "You even know this?"

Dylan shrugged: "Milton told me."

In the past, servers needed to abide by the precepts, literally for life, and they also had to undergo regular inspections by nuns.

Later, the lover of a server in Hegeland City was discovered and burned to death in the square, causing the server to completely transform into a powerful necromancer, causing irreparable losses. This rule It's not so strict anymore.

Dmitri: "Since you know, there is no need for me to say anything more, so do you still insist?"

"Okay, I admit you convinced me." Dylan said: "But before starting again, I have one more question."

"what?"

"Does every attendant give Lady Deathrattler's blessing to her lover?" Dylan asked.

"Blessing?" Dmitri frowned: "What blessing?"

Dylan: "You don't know? Oh, that's right. You've never been treated as a lover by a waiter."

Dmitri's old face darkened and he said nothing.

A few minutes later, people from outside were invited in, and the sound of reciting without any fluctuations sounded in the auditorium again.

(End of this chapter)