I have a Synthesizer

"Boss, do you have any old newspapers here? Like from a week ago?"

"Old newspapers? What do you need those for?" The owner of the general store asked, somewhat puzzled.

People buy newspapers to read recent news. Old news is worthless.

"Of course, I have a use for them. Anything from a week ago to about two months ago would be great. You should have some unsold ones, right?"

Klein casually rummaged through the items in the general store, looking for things suitable for synthesis.

"Oh, that'll cost you a pretty penny, at least one Thale."

He glanced at Klein, thinking he'd found a fat sheep to fleece.

Those newspapers were as good as trash. If he could sell them, it would be like finding free money.

"You're too greedy. How about this: all this stuff together for 50 Rila."

Klein picked up a bell, a fruit knife, and a glass bottle.

"Deal." The general store owner didn't hesitate much. All those items together weren't even worth 25 Rila.

He could only sell the newspapers as waste paper, for maybe 20 Rila at most, so he was still making a good profit.

Klein was helping him get rid of a lot of old newspapers at once, saving him a lot of trouble.

Klein was taken aback. It seemed his bargaining skills needed improvement.

He'd already cut the price in half and was still being ripped off, judging by the general store owner's smug look.

He could only lament that he was still too young.

He put the miscellaneous items in his bag and left the general store, heading towards the library in Lothair City, following his memory.

… …

Apart from the school, he wasn't familiar with many places in the city, but the library was still very vivid in his memory.

As soon as he entered the library, he could smell a strong, strange odor of ink mixed with mildew, the smell of books getting damp.

This world already had some means and technology to maintain dryness, but obviously, this library wasn't doing a very good job, or simply wasn't doing it at all.

"You're here again, Klein. What books are you borrowing this time?"

So, I brought some newspapers with me this time. If I need any other books, I'll let you know."

Klein was very polite, but Billy felt that he was somewhat different from usual.

The original Klein would talk to Billy, but he couldn't help being a little arrogant. After all, his whole family were transcendents. His family environment, combined with the influence of the academy, made it almost inevitable that he would look down on ordinary people.

This sudden change still made Billy pause slightly, but he was an old hand and just smiled.

"What an excellent fellow. If you can graduate from the Royal Academy, you'll definitely be a formal professional."

Billy was just an ordinary person. In his opinion, being able to become a professional was already amazing enough.

"Mr. Billy, you flatter me. I haven't even been admitted to the Royal Academy yet, and the graduation rate of the Royal Academy is only about half."

"Hahaha, I think my judgment has always been pretty good. I'm sure you'll get in, and you'll be one of the half that graduates. Here, your library card. Don't lose it."

"Okay, Mr. Billy."

Klein politely took the library card. Although Billy was just an ordinary librarian, he could be of great help to him.

At the very least, he was very familiar with the arrangement of books in the library, and building a good relationship with him could save a lot of time searching for books.

Time is money, my friend.

Klein found a seat and sat down. Bringing a pile of newspapers to the library like this seemed a little strange.

Ignoring the strange looks from others, he began to quickly flip through the newspapers in his hand.

[September 3rd, Tim Heights Border, Imperial Army Blitzes Fireblade Cult Branch, at the cost of 153 soldiers and 19 professionals killed, nearly 500 Fireblade Cultists were exterminated, completely eliminating local Fireblade Cult personnel and henchmen]

[September 5th, Northern Zenan, Armed Attack on Holy Radiance Church in Barty City, Cathedral Severely Burned, Total of 23 Clergy Killed]

[According to Security Department Investigation, the incident was caused by conflict between gangs and faiths. Afterwards, the leader of Grella's Eye Number Four, Baizhini, claimed responsibility for the incident]

[September 6th, Taachi Outskirts, Large Number of Demonic Beast Carrion Wolves Discovered, Please Be Careful When Going Out. Taachi Governor Quellram highly values this matter and has dispatched troops to drive away the carrion wolf pack]

… …

Similar incidents occurred endlessly. It seemed that the entire Thalerella hardly had a single day of peace.

Demonic beast attacks, border conflicts, terrorist attacks, and occasional strange incidents occurred.

It could be said that the further away from the imperial capital, the worse the safety. Even in cities, there was no perfect safety.

Zenan Province was already in the central part of the empire, but cities in the north still experienced armed attacks. The safety of this world was far worse than the world before he transmigrated.

The way he was now, powerless, probably any adult man could easily crush him.

His only skill was making bread. When he really encountered danger, bread could never save him.

He tightened his grip on the demon pendant on his chest. This was what could protect him.

Having been influenced by the information explosion of his previous life, Klein had a much higher sense of crisis than ordinary people in this new world.

"I still need to have combat power. Although arcanists can bring me a comfortable life, they can't bring me real security."

Klein felt the synthesizer in his body and said.

"I'm counting on you."

Putting aside his thoughts, Klein continued to read the newspaper.

But these kinds of reports of crises, battles, and killings continued until the end of October.

"Aren't the rulers of this world afraid that social unrest will be caused by the turmoil?"

Klein had this thought.

But if you think about it the other way around, this world is very chaotic, and civilians have no way to protect themselves.

Only by relying on powerful force can these newspapers be able to report so unscrupulously.

The world is chaotic, and civilians can't survive on their own. They need someone to protect them, and the empire is naturally the strongest barrier, so civilians definitely need to rely on the empire.

"A conspiracy, a simple and crude method. Even if someone understands this, they have to lean towards the empire."

"If you encounter a large-scale beast tide, it is not something that individuals or small forces can resist."

Klein narrowed his eyes. This was a small habit from his previous life, but he didn't plan to change it.