Sword of Daybreaker

The image projected in the crystal began the third iteration. Since there is no high-quality magic net terminal to enlarge and filter the image, the original image directly projected by the crystal appears blurry and slightly distorted, but Cod looks like this. Things, but the mood is difficult to calm down.

Not everyone can quickly think of its usefulness after seeing a new thing. The difficulty of creating a new field is often no less than the development of a new land. It requires more than just intelligence and knowledge. Excellent talent and a little luck, as well as the courage to break the rules.

According to archaeologists, primitive humans hunted with stones and sticks, but they thought that they would have tied stones to sticks, but it could have been used for thousands of years.

The voice of the eldest son, Parr, came from the door and awakened Cod from his thoughts: "Father, the representative of Marlin Trading Company will soon arrive and it has been more than twenty minutes."

"You go to the reception," Coude said without raising his head. "I have something to do here."

"But father, they are talking about..."

"You go to the reception," Cod repeated. "You know what to do, go."

"Yes, father."

Parr left, and Ferm looked at the big businessman in front of him nervously: "Mr. Cody, have I delayed yours..."

"Don't care, business things are too busy, but creative ideas are not to be missed," Cody smiled, and once again carefully examined the blond young man in front of him, then seriously asked, "Children, about you create If you come out of such a thing, how do you want to deal with it?"

Fielde subconsciously pressed the hem of the jacket and finished the bow tie. It seemed to want to be as good as possible: "Sir, actually I...not very sure. I just thought of an idea, crystal is not my creation. These runes are not created by me. I just thought of recording the drama in the crystal and then putting it on the magic net terminal... but I don’t have my own troupe, and I don’t know how to buy the magic net terminal or Sell ​​those recorded dramas.

"Mr. Cody, I don't know how to calculate money for an idea, so I want to come to the South, because the magic network terminal is from here. I heard that there are many new things here, as well as people who are good at using new things. Maybe someone here can point me."

Cod looked at Ferm very seriously: "...I want to confirm first, have you told your ‘creative’ to others?”

Fieldm honestly said: "There is no... Ah, I only mentioned it with one of my travel companions. He is an honest and knowledgeable person. It is he who advised me not to bury my head and find me to go to the government. The New Immigration Advisory Office of the Office asked for information."

"...he gave you good advice, but in any case, the child, your ‘spot’ needs to be realized as soon as possible.”

When he heard Cod's words, Film quickly took a breath and finally said: "Mr., two thousand gold coins, I mean... Ansu shield gold coins, or oval gold coins."

Cod stunned, as if he couldn't believe the price he had heard. Phil thought that his price was too high. He immediately said, "Mr., two thousand gold coins, this idea belongs to you. It’s entirely yours. Of course, if you think it’s not worth it, you can drop it some more...”

Cod looked at Phil's face in a complicated look.

Simple children... When you take out the crystal and let people see the images recorded above, your creativity is in jeopardy.

Perhaps most of the geniuses with a unique vision will be too simple in the world of humanity and the world.

Fieldm still looks at Cod with some nervousness. In fact, he is not able to distinguish the relationship and characteristics of the nobility, businessmen, citizens, government affairs offices, etc. under the new order in the South. He thinks that the big businessman in front may even be the South. A member of the new aristocracy, Film and his family served the nobility for many years. He was only nervous and upset in front of a big man like Cod.

As for the two thousand gold coins... This is enough for the father’s troupe to get out of the crisis, and even he can use this money to form his own troupe in the South. For him, this is his strange land in the south. The starting point for hard work.

Cod regained his gaze and sighed slightly in his heart.

Two thousand gold coins... This young man from the north simply can't imagine how much money is flowing between the new companies in the South, and I can't imagine what new things he created under the magical industrial system. future.

The big businessman subconsciously clenched his fists and stared at the crystal and rune devices on the table.

As long as two thousand gold coins, as long as two thousand gold coins! !

Even, he can be a child because it is not a complicated technical creation, it is just an idea, an idea that is easy to achieve for a big businessman like him! !

His fist slowly loosened and then slowly tightened.

The silence made Phil's uneasy.

In the silence, Cod looked at the obsolete old-fashioned runes and looked at the artificial crystal that might have been a southern factory obsolete.

He remembered the first heating station he and his friends made.

I remembered the machine that was redeemed from the used warehouse.

I remembered that I had bought a batch of cheap rune substrates from Kant's factory with great hardships. After pulling back, I found that I was frustrated and upset when all the substrates could not be used due to the wrong standard.

I remembered that I was standing at the door of the technical college for a whole day, just to get to a magician and go to my factory to see it.

In the meantime, he seemed to hear a crisp and nice voice telling Mr. Cod to himself, the city is full of gold.

Cod slammed his fist and tapped the table as if he was knocking on his heart.

Fieldm was shocked by the other party's movements. He just wanted to ask, but he saw the big businessman in front of him shook his head gently: "Child, I am not going to buy it."

Field immediately said: "Sir, you can think about it again..."

"Child, I haven't finished yet," Cody waved his hand and pulled out two blank letterheads from a drawer in his desk. He took the pen and began to write quickly, and continued while writing. "I don't buy it because it is worth more. I will write two letters for you. These two letters should be of great help to you..."

Fieldm looked at Cod's move with some confusion. Before he asked, he listened to the opposite businessman and said, "Do you want to name the new things you created?"

"I call it ‘magic drama,’ sir,” said Philip.

"Okay, I wrote it."

After a quick writing, Cod put one of the letters in it, sealed it with fire paint, wrapped a special magic thread, and handed another unsealed letter directly to Film: "This is a letter of confirmation. You take it and your 'magic drama' to the government office, look for the 'patent registry', the sooner the better. In addition, this is the introduction letter, you take it to the magic network communication bureau, find the big governor Dear Youra, or go to the Magic Technology Department, find His Royal Highness Rebecca... Trust me, they will meet you."

After being a civilian, the family’s family served for the nobility, and Ferm was shocked after hearing about Cod’s words. He couldn’t believe the name he had heard, and he couldn’t believe that he might have to meet with the two princes of the empire. The development has completely exceeded the imagination of young people, and he has even exclaimed little.

After getting Cod's reconfirmation, Fieldm determined that he had no problems with his ears. Then he lowered his head and glanced at the document that was written to the Patent Office's Patent Registry, where he saw himself. name

To the Patent Registry of the Government Affairs Department:

I hereby certify that Mr. Film, from the town of Barron in the Holy Spirit Plains, is the creator and holder of the "magic drama" technology... Mr. Ferm should fully possess the right to use, use and dispose of the technology (creative). Right and enjoy all corresponding honors.

Carroll Business Association Cod Baldwin

Cod took a long breath and a wonderful sense of relaxation surrounded him.

"Sir..." Film looked at the documents in his hand. Even if he didn't understand the new laws about technology, even if he didn't understand the rules of the "Cesil order," he realized at the moment that the two documents were behind. The meaning and the heart of Cod, the young man from Barron has hesitation in his words. "How should I repay you?"

Cod looked at Ferm, and in those light-colored eyes, he saw sincerity and uneasiness.

"I only have one request," the big businessman said slowly. "One day, when your magic drama develops, when you have a 'theatrical theater' everywhere, I hope that the beginning of each of your works Leave me for half a minute until the day when Cod House is closed."

"Half minute?"

"Yes, to show my goods, this is the price I opened."

"Of course, sir, there is no problem," Ferm said quickly.

Cod nodded lightly.

Perhaps the standard answer for a knight is that there is no need to repay.

But he is a businessman.

A good businessman.

The young man from Baren stood up, carrying two letters, carrying his suitcase, and leaving with a solid and relaxed smile.

Codd looked at the young man and walked to the door. When the other party was about to cross the door, he suddenly stood up: "Mr. Film."

Fieldm stopped in confusion and turned his head: "Yes, sir?"

"Welcome to the South," Cod smiled and said loudly. "There is gold everywhere."

Phil stayed for a moment, and after the reaction came back with a smile: "Yes, Mr. Cod, thank you."

Quiet in the office.

Cod left the desk and slowly came to the floor to ceiling window.

The snow fluttering in the air is still falling, the north wind is rolling, the snow dance is like a gauze, and the factory buildings and roads are gradually becoming silver.

The sky is getting darker. On the road to the city center, the magic stone street lamp is gradually lighting up. The passers-by and the black car shadow in the winter clothes are gradually sparse. Only at the end of the road and the magic net terminal near the square, as always, the light is projected. Showing images.

"Good luck, young people."

......

Leaving the Cod Family Business Company, Film returned to the avenue with some excitement, and the expectation of the future burned in the chest, as if to make this cold snow day cute.

He saw a figure standing not far away, with snowflakes circling around the figure, tumbling like an elf.

"Hey! Fendil!" Ferm hurried forward and greeted the other person. "I thought you were gone..."

Fendill, who had a short silver hair, laughed and looked at the smiling face of Ferm: "I have nothing to do. It is better to wait for your good news here to see your expression. Should it be really good news?"

"Yes," Ferm knew his identity as a spellcaster when he took his eyes off the flying snowflakes around Fendill, but Fendill’s character and other spells he had seen. The difference is different. After the initial tension dissipated, he had only admired and envied the magic of Fendill's control of ice and snow. "It is good news that Mr. Cod did not buy my 'idea'."

"Oh?"

"He gave me two letters, one to the Office of the Government, saying that it is possible to prove the 'magic drama' in my ownership, and a letter, let me take it to the didu, saying that you can meet Rebec Princess Princess and Hertish Princess Herti..."

"Ah," Fendier whispered, and turned his head and glanced at the door of the Cod House Company. "This Mr. Cod... is indeed an upright person."

"what did you say?"

"No, nothing," Fendill shook his head with a smile. "It seems that we can still go along for a long time, and I am going to didu."

Fieldm showed a very happy appearance: "Really? Right, I have not asked, what do you do in the South?"

"I came to study," Fendill smiled and spread his hand. "My aunt thinks that I should learn something I can't learn at home. She always uses other people's children to stimulate me."

"Ah... that was a disaster."

"Who said no?"