Alien world

Chapter 1524 Chapter 158. Typewriter

The apprentices' encouragement cheered Rogers up and he even had the urge to set off for Liberty City.

But thinking about how he had just angered Mr. Paul yesterday, he ran away today: "I haven't told Mr. Paul yet..."

"We will ask the tyrant for leave for you!"

"That's right!"

"What's the difference between being an alchemy apprentice with no dreams and being a salted fish?"

The apprentices patted their chests and promised to leave the matter to them.

Rogers mustered up the courage to go back and get the machine: "I'll go to Liberty City now, wait for my good news!"

As soon as he left, the alchemy apprentices burst into laughter.

"Hahahaha-"

"He actually believed it!"

"I really want to see his crying face when he gets rejected!"

The apprentices laughed happily.

"What a bunch of little bastards..."

At the door of the alchemy room, Paul, who had arrived at some point, watched this scene silently but did not try to stop it.

This is the first lesson all wizards must learn: this is a world full of deception and hostility, and don't trust anything except magic.

……

Rogers ran back to his residence and saw that the machine was still there. He felt inexplicably relieved, even though no one would steal it.

He dug out the cookie box from under the bed - Evelyn had a thumbs-up sign on the lid, with a line of words next to it: "Sweetheart like me."

Rogers had tasted better biscuits at the mayor's party, but that didn't have such a useful tin biscuit box.

Holding Evelyn's "face" to open the lid, Rogers poured out the money inside and put it in his pocket. Then he picked up the machine and ran to the dock.

Passing by the brand new Seltovis Station, he changed his mind again. He heard that the magical train could reach Liberty City in just one day, which was faster than the ship - but no matter how fast it was, it was not as fast as the portal.

Rogers doesn't have enough money to use the portal.

The magic train only runs once every two days, but he was lucky enough to happen to see the magic train stop at the platform, so he spent all his savings to buy a ticket.

Sitting in the leather booth, Rogers placed the machine on the table and began tapping and checking it.

He didn't want to finally get to Annan Reeves only to have the machine break down.

"You're going to participate in that 'Alchemist Competition'. Is this your invention?"

The man in wizard robes sitting opposite asked.

Because the "Singer Contest" just ended not long ago, many people jokingly called it the Alchemist Contest.

"Yes, sir."

Rogers guessed that he must be a powerful wizard because he had only seen a similar aura in Mr. Paul.

"what's it for?"

"Put the paper in like this, pour in the ink, and then hit the corresponding keys to type out the text..."

Rogers demonstrated it.

"interesting."

Rogers was even happier to be praised by others: "Do you think so too?"

"What a wizard needs to cast spells to do can now be done with just mechanisms and gears. Isn't that interesting?" The man in wizard robes smiled. "I think the champion warlock will be very interested in your invention."

Rogers is not stupid, he just acts like a donkey and refuses to admit defeat sometimes - that's why Mr. Paul chose him.

He guessed that the person opposite him was not ordinary: "Excuse me, who are you..."

"It doesn't matter. I'm just one of the countless people you meet on your life journey."

woo-

The whistle sounded, and the man stood up and got out of the car while Rogers was puzzled. Rogers quickly leaned out of the window and shouted: "Where are you going? The car is about to leave--"

"I remembered that the cooking pot at home is still cooking potion, so I'll give that spot to someone who needs it."

The man waved his hand without looking back, walked out of the station against the quickening pace of the crowd, and returned to the commercial street.

He went into an alley, and when he came out, the man had a different face and walked into the alchemy workshop.

The apprentices who knew nothing saw Mr. Paul coming and quickly stood up to greet him. "Where's Rogers?" Paul asked deliberately.

"Mr. Paul, Rogers took his garbage to Liberty City and asked us to ask for leave from you."

"Oh."

Paul's calm reaction disappointed them, but it only lasted three seconds.

"You little goblins who can only make noise, get to work!"

……

"I mix apple juice and honey to make apple-flavored happy water..."

The inventor brought a glass of liquid that looked suspiciously like beer and placed it in front of Annan: "Would you like to try it?"

Annan smelled it first, and it tasted like honey mixed with the sourness of apple. He took a bite, and the sour and sweet taste exploded on his taste buds, which was very fresh.

"It tastes good, but I don't think it can be considered an invention?" Annan said as he put down the juice.

If changing the flavor of happy water is considered a new invention, Annan would be a great alchemist.

By the way, the happy water has been sold for such a long time but it still only has one flavor, lemon. The thinking at the factory is a bit rigid. Ingrid has to be asked to supervise them.

Idilia took it, turned the cup, lightly touched it to her light-colored lips to taste it, and then her eyes lit up.

She likes sweets, but pastries are too fattening, so she drinks various beverages instead.

"Lord Annan, this is a small gift from me to you. My dream is to do something for you..."

Annan didn't comment. He had seen a lot of inventors like this these days. "Are you an alchemist?"

"I'm just a little interested, but I'm a third-level wizard!"

Annan did not agree directly, but looked at Deng Lishao.

"I'm OK."

Such a guy can be a good mule with a little training.

Annan gave a gradually formal smile: "Liberty City welcomes you."

The wizard went out happily, and a boy who looked about the same age as Annan came in.

He walked over stiffly, holding a machine with many metal buttons.

"Don't be nervous, kid. Is that your invention?" Dumbledore rarely took the initiative to speak.

Annan noticed that he was wearing a Fast cloth - because Fast cloth is wear-resistant, dirt-resistant, and corrosion-resistant, it is almost becoming the designated alchemy clothing for alchemists. No wonder Dumbledore became so enthusiastic.

Who would mind having more capable guys under you?

"Well, I call it a typewriter."

Annan sat up straight immediately.

And genius?

The boy didn't even have time to introduce himself before he introduced the typewriter he brought with him: it was roughly the same typewriter as Annan remembered, with some shortcomings: it had a total of sixty keys, corresponding to the sixty basic letters of the common language. Before use, pour the prepared ink into the ink cartridge, let the cloth absorb the ink, and then hit the keys to type the letters on the paper.

Annan asked Losey to bring paper and ink and had the boy demonstrate it, at a speed six to seven times faster than writing by hand.

He was a little nervous, otherwise he could have gone faster.

"enough."

Annan motioned the boy to stop and asked gently, "I don't even know your name yet."

"Mr. Rogers..."

(End of this chapter)