I have a Synthesizer

Proust flicked off some ash and slowly said:

"I'll give you a price of 3 Tyler per piece, how about that?"

Obviously, this price couldn't satisfy Klein at all, and he flatly refused.

"Mr. Proust, such low-level probing is meaningless, it's best not to do it again."

"I'm just a student, and I'm about to apply to the Royal Academy, I need some money to sell these manuscripts."

"After arriving at the Royal Academy, the studies will be heavy, and I won't write these things anymore, I'm afraid I won't have the energy to write these things anymore."

After hearing Klein say that he would no longer write these things, Proust's eyes lit up slightly, the significance of this was too great.

The office was exceptionally quiet, Klein's words, both coercive and enticing, made Proust fall silent again.

He lit another cigarette for himself, and this time, he was silent for even longer.

The pervasive smoke obscured Proust's expression, Klein didn't like the choking smell of tobacco, it felt even more pungent than the dry tobacco of his previous life.

However, Klein could also guess Proust's mood at this time, so even though he was a little anxious in terms of time, he didn't interrupt.

After the second cigarette was finished, Proust seemed to have finally made some decisions.

"Mr. Alex, have other people seen these manuscripts of yours? Or, have you taken them to other cities?"

Klein spread his hands.

"Of course not, Mr. Proust, my home is in Lott Hammer City, how could I risk running to other cities."

"I can guarantee you, you are definitely the first person to see these manuscripts."

At this time, Proust changed the subject.

"Mr. Alex, are you very confident in getting into the Royal Academy?."

After the cyan-white arcane energy flickered in his hand, Klein looked at Proust confidently.

"That's natural."

Proust nodded in his heart.

"Arcanist, no wonder he's so confident."

Perhaps combat-based professions are very powerful, but in the eyes of more people, arcane mages who can create food are the real iron rice bowls.

Proust was a little excited in his heart, in his opinion, these manuscripts were of great value.

Although the writing style is immature, its theme is very novel, which is the key to the problem.

Once he acquires the ownership of these manuscripts, he can find ghostwriters to imitate this writing theme on a large scale.

Moreover, Klein also said that he would soon go to the Royal Academy to study and become a professional, and he would have no chance to write again in the future.

Regardless of whether what this young man said is true or not, at least it can be determined that.

If Klein really goes to the Imperial Capital, then for a long time, similar themes will not appear in Lott Hammer City.

Before other publishing houses have reacted, he can control the income of these themes.

Release these manuscripts in an orderly manner according to different types to attract readers.

"Personally?"

"Isn't that possible?"

Klein grinned.

This Proust, his ambitions are not small, and his courage is not small either. Sure enough, profit is always the primary driving force for people to overcome obstacles.

However, Klein's purpose was only to sell these manuscripts and exchange them for money, he didn't care what the other party's method of handling was.

Klein said with a smile.

"Of course you can buy it privately, but 1000 Tyler is not enough, Mr. Proust."

Proust didn't expect Klein's appetite to be so big, but he was still unwilling to give up this opportunity.

"How much do you want."

Klein slowly stretched out two fingers.

"2000."

"Impossible, 2000 Tyler, why don't you go rob someone." Proust roared.

"Robbery is against the law, Mr. Proust, are you instigating me to commit a crime?"

Klein smiled, at this time, the initiative had already shifted from Proust to his hands.

"I didn't, 1500 Tyler, this is the highest price I can offer, if you give it to the newspaper, they might not even give you 500."

Proust's eyes were a little red at the end, it seemed that he was indeed under a lot of pressure.

1500 Tyler, even if it's not all of his wealth, it should be close.

"Deal, Mr. Proust, but I want cash."

Klein pushed the manuscript to Proust.

"So urgent?"

Although surprised, Proust didn't refuse Klein.

"Yes, I'm going to the Imperial Capital this afternoon, I hope everything is ready before then."

Proust nodded, he quickly flipped through these manuscripts of Klein, although it was just a quick flip, he also ensured that each one was different in content.

Flipping to the end, he finally breathed a sigh of relief, and the whole person relaxed.

After carefully packing the manuscript, he regained his energy and said to Klein.

"Come with me to the bank."

"I like doing business with decisive people, Mr. Proust."

Klein followed.

… … … …

Klein came out of the bank with a smile, 1500 Tyler had already been stuffed into the pocket inside his clothes.

1500 Tyler, that's 150,000 Rila, an ordinary worker would have to work for nearly 10 years to save so much money.

And he, just relying on the strange objects synthesized by the synthesizer, earned it in just ten days.

This money is enough as the starting expense for his path as a transcendent, these are all thanks to the synthesizer.

Even if the Ingenuity Steel Pen was not synthesized, the value of the Amulet and the Accompanying Map are beyond imagination.

"Satisfied, go home!"

… …

Pushing open the door happily, mother Katie, fourth brother Joe, and younger sister Mira were already waiting there.

"The whole family is waiting for you, are you putting on airs?"

Mira's attitude was still bad, Klein was too lazy to pay attention to her, looked at the clock on the wall, Klein frowned.

"Isn't the time not up yet?"

"Do you have to be right on time?"

"What? Is it against the law to be on time?"

"Iron waste."

"Stinky midget."

The two began to argue tit-for-tat, even scolding each other.

Katie stood up at this time, rarely with a bit of momentum, interrupting the two arguing.

"Alright, stop arguing, get ready, let's go."

"Yes." The three said in unison.

… …

With their luggage ready, the three siblings followed Katie to the Lott Hammer City train station.

Although it was a train station, Klein had never been here, nor did he have any memories of it, everything here was very new to Klein.

There were a large number of guards around the station, it felt like a military stronghold.