Dragon, choose cultural victory to make money

Chapter 11 Applying for a Patent
It's really interesting.

The birdsong in the early morning was very loud. Elsa sat dejectedly on the bed, stretching her stiff neck.

Ah, the sunlight is so dazzling...

Is this the whole night going to pass like this?
Originally, she just wanted to see what kind of spell model Drogo made, so she learned it.

Although Jump Jump uses several thousand inscriptions, it is just long. The logic is not complicated, and there is no need to consider whether the caster can release it. The model construction is quite casual.

She could spot a dozen mistakes at a glance.

But it actually works!

When she tried to correct those mistakes, Drogo stopped her in horror.

"Since it works, no matter what the principle is, just don't touch it." That's what he said.

Except that Drogo's habit of using inscriptions was completely unlike that of a magician, which made it a bit awkward, the learning process was smooth. It took Elsa more than an hour to build her own jump robot.

Before starting the mimicry, I took a special look at Drogo's score, 654.

Tsk, it’s a big ancient red dragon, and it only takes a few hundred points to play such a simple thing, but she can learn it just by watching.

Name a number, ten minutes, surpass Drogo's record, and then laugh at him harshly.

Start jumping with confidence.

Press and release, the chess piece accurately passes over the second box and falls to the ground, the game ends, zero points.

"puff--"

Drogo's laughter deals true damage.

"This is the first time I'm not used to it! Just wait!"

Elsa left a harsh remark and went into her room. It must have been because Drogo was too noisy next to her that she didn't perform well.

Restart.

Press and release, the chess piece jumps to the middle of the box, and the score increases by two.

Oh? If you can get an extra score if you fall in the middle, wouldn't that be better than the record?

Elsa's touch was getting better and better, and her score was rising rapidly, about to break one hundred.

Huh? The box got smaller.

Calm down and don't be nervous.

Press and release——

game over.

"Oh!"

A slap on the bed, mattress HP-1.

Start the third one.

……

So, time came to morning.

What’s even more infuriating than staying up all night, feeling sleepy and tired, and having puffy eye bags is that her highest score was only 648.

My mentality was about to explode, but I was too sleepy, so it didn't explode completely.

Fortunately, today is Monday and the toy store is closed, otherwise she would have to go to work in Toto form. God knows how she managed to hold on.

"Let's go and apply for a patent for the spell!" Drogo appeared from nowhere.

"Ah?" Elsa turned her head weakly, suddenly realized something, and hurriedly turned off the phone.

Unfortunately, it's too late.

"No way, no way, there's no way someone would stay up all night playing a little game called 'What's the point' and only get 648 points in the end!"

She never thought that a notorious evil dragon could speak in such a mean tone.

I wanted to hit him, but I couldn't.

Or you could tear up the contract, or you won’t be able to understand dragon language.

Ah, I want to be angry, but I don’t have the energy to be angry.

She felt her consciousness leaving her body and finally she could not hold on any longer and fell straight onto the bed, followed by a snoring sound.

It turns out that beautiful girls can snore too.

Drogo scratched his chin speechlessly. He didn't expect that a simple little game would be so attractive to Elsa.

Maybe he played too many games and became numb to a lot of content. He missed the days when he was a kid and found it fun to just pick up a few cards and take pictures of them.

But from this perspective, we need to speed up the game development process and let the world see the real 648, which will make money much faster than selling toys.

I don't know if the Silk Song on Earth has been completed yet...

Elsa slept until the afternoon, and when she woke up she wanted to jump again. Drogo had to pay two boxes of chocolates to lure her out to the Patent Office.

Shuangta City is the first city on the mainland to implement the patent system.

Nominally, this place is governed by the Kingdom of Sutton, but in reality it is highly autonomous and is the most prosperous place for commerce, technology and magic on the entire continent.

Soran's Mage Tower represents the pinnacle of protective magic, and there is also the Repin Spellcaster College, which may not be the strongest, but it is the magic college with the most subjects.

Perenta is the birthplace of steam technology, where scholars established an academy of sciences. Although they are not as powerful as wizards, they can bring more changes to the lives of ordinary people.

New inventions are made here almost every day, which gave rise to the patent system.

Of course, the key is also the relaxed academic atmosphere. There are two crazy countries in the north. In one country, all the creations belong to the emperor, and in the other, to the church, because all development is the blessing of God.

However, the current patent system is not perfect. There are only invention patents, but no appearance patents and utility patents, so yo-yos cannot be protected.

Fortunately, Drogo's Toy Store's biggest reliance is the popularity brought by "Fire Teen King" and the ultra-low cost of the goblin assembly line.

In the patent office.

"So, what this spell does is..."

"Play." Elsa answered excitedly.

"Wow, that's really impressive." A dwarf auntie sitting at the service window, wearing thick glasses on her pointy ears, said with a calm tone.

"Yeah, I think so too."

The aunt pushed up her glasses, making sure the girl in front of her couldn't tell the tone of her voice.

"Okay, register a new 0-ring trick."

"I think this is a fifth-level spell, or at least a fourth-level spell."

"Ok?"

The aunt's serious expression reminded Elsa of the fifty-year-old female teacher when she was a child. She still dreams about her now.

"Okay, then it's 0 rings."

"Who owns it?"

"Drogo."

My aunt filled in the form truthfully.

This is going to be a problem for Elsa, as she has prepared several excuses.

"You, don't you have any questions?"

"The person before you was the owner of the Grim Reaper. He said that he would be rewarded after his death. With all due respect, I have no interest in figuring out what's in your head."

"Uh, okay..."

About forty minutes passed and I finally finished filling out the long form.

"Please line up outside Room 2."

I waited for nearly half an hour.

The last person in front of them came out of the room angrily, shouting, "Isn't the technology of preserving the original flavor in offal cooking a patent? Bullshit Patent Office!"

When I got to the room, it looked normal, a very standard office.

If the staff in front of him didn't have a paper bag on his head.

Elsa looked at Drogo a little nervously. She had good reason to suspect that everyone in the Patent Office was actually mentally ill.

When the staff member saw the man and the dragon approaching, he suddenly stood up and pulled the bag off his head.

"surprise!"

He is a bald old man with brown-red skin. Judging from the skin color, he should be an islander from the west side of the strait.

Drogo also looked at Aisha and fully agreed with her suspicion.

There was an awkward silence in the room.

It was the old man who spoke first, "Aren't you surprised?"

"Uh, should I be surprised?" Elsa asked timidly, worried whether Drogo could stop the old man if he suddenly attacked and bit someone.

"Don't you know me?"

"Should I get to know you?"

"I am the guardian of Twin Towers City, the king of defensive spells, the Red Dragon Resistance, the legend of Giant Wood Island, the honorary professor of Repin Spellcaster Academy, the demon hunter, the great..."

As he spoke, the old man posed, as if waiting for Elsa to pick up the conversation and say his name.

However, no.

After more than ten seconds of awkward silence, the old man pounded the table helplessly and said, "Soren Ambrosius!"

(End of this chapter)