Dragon, choose cultural victory to make money

Chapter 12 Carbon-Based Server

Soren Ambrosius.

Sounds familiar, who is it?

Drogo began to recall. Although he could remember everything that had happened, he could not react immediately and needed to search in his memory.

It's like an extra-large capacity mechanical hard drive, which can store data but unfortunately has a slow reading speed.

Ah, I remembered it!

The owner of Sauron's Mage Tower in the Twin Towers, mentioned in Chapter 4.

So it seems like they are old acquaintances. When the Twin Towers City was not yet called the Twin Towers City, he had criticized the Sauron Mage Tower.

It’s not his fault that he didn’t recognize him. Sauron still had hair back then, but he has aged like this in just a hundred years.

"Ah!" Elsa beside her screamed, "You are the legendary wizard Soran!"

Seeing that someone was showing support, Soran immediately became interested and posed again.

"I am the Great—"

"Legendary wizard Soran!"

"Hahaha!"

Drogo felt that the combined mental ages of these two men were unlikely to make them adults.

"But why do you look so..."

"He's totally different from the legendary wizard I imagined, isn't he?"

Elsa nodded.

"Do you imagine me as an old white man in a long robe, with messy hair and a long beard, holding a staff as tall as a person?"

Elsa nodded frantically.

"Too narrow-minded! Only strong muscles can use powerful spells!" Soran flexed his biceps.

Drogo began to regret having sprayed the air that had hit the tower.

He quickly called out to Elsa, who was also having fun, and asked her to get down to business.

“Oh, by the way, this is the patent application we submitted.”

Soran took the information, glanced through it roughly, and his expression became a little serious. He turned back to the beginning and read it carefully again.

“Can you show me?”

Elsa releases and jumps.

Soran stared at it intently, pondered for a moment, and said, "Interesting, is this an illusion?"

"Yes."

"Generally speaking, a mimicry spell model cannot be patented because it has no practical significance. However, if the purpose is just to play, then it can be achieved by just using mimicry. It's a very creative idea. Who is your mentor?"

Soren asked as he stamped the form.

"Ms. Flynn Ullman."

Drogo's ears twitched unconsciously at the name.

"That's understandable. The patent has been approved. Now it's time for the Soran Q&A session."

"what?"

"The great legendary wizard Soran will randomly appear anywhere in the Twin Towers. When you find him, you can ask him a question and he will try his best to give you an answer."

It’s hard to believe that a centenarian would refer to himself as “he” and even changed his voice when introducing the rules.

However, based on the principle that since he was already here, Drogo really had something to ask.

"Is there any way to share Jump Jump with others?" Aisha asked on her behalf.

As mentioned before, the magicians in this world are like isolated islands floating on the sea of ​​magic, and their spell models cannot communicate with each other.

Drogo's idea was that if people couldn't connect to each other, then was it possible to connect everyone to the same thing?

In short, you need a server.

A very big server.

"Oh! That's a good question. Just teach whoever you want to share it with."

"But I need to share this with many people, including those who don't know magic."

"Ha! Are you kidding me? We all know that the spell models that can be cast cannot be shared, unless the goddess of magic comes in person..."

Having said this, Soran suddenly paused, his expression gradually became serious, and he paced back and forth in the room.

After a long while, he said, "It seems that there is a way. Your spell model does not need to be released."

He waved his hand in the air, and a book nearly 30 centimeters thick appeared. It slammed heavily on the table, splashing up a lot of dust. Judging from the muffled sound, the book weighed at least 20 kilograms.

Drogo recognized the space ring, he also had one, but he still chose to use the treasure chest monster to store it. Because the ring is a treasure to him, it should be collected, but the treasure chest monster is not. It just so happens that the treasure chest monster has its own space magic in its body, so he made full use of it.

Soran waved his hand, and the book opened automatically. He turned the pages quickly, staring at them intently. This scene was quite similar to the quantum wave speed reading on Earth. He didn't know if he could see it clearly.

He clenched his fist and the book stopped at a page.

He began to read: "The gods will grant spells to believers when they pray. Although they cannot use them, they can understand the purpose of the inscriptions by comprehending the spells."

Soran closed the book and put it back into the ring.

"Now the problem is simple. You just need to find a god."

"Is this simple?" Elsa was confused. Are gods something commonplace? Are all legendary wizards' thoughts so jumpy? Her mentor is like this, and Sauron is also like this.

"No, no, no. We don't need living gods. Many gods died in the Protoss War of the last era. Later studies found that the remains of gods can store spell models. Believers can still refer to spells through prayer. Of course, they just can't cast spells. So..."

All you need to do is find the remains of a god and then get people to believe in this dead god.

Drogo guessed what Sauron hadn't said.

Simply put, God's body is the server, believers are the hosts, faith is the network cable, prayer is plugging in the network cable, and the spells that can only be referenced but not cast are the communication protocols set by unknown people.

Although it feels weird, it seems to have everything the Internet needs.

Carbon-based server. I don’t know how this technology tree is selected, but the upper limit should be higher than silicon-based.

"So, can you do it?" When asking this question, Sauron was not looking at Elsa, but at Drogo.

"What can or can't you say?" Elsa felt like she had missed a lot of things.

"Of course, although the remains are hard to find, they are not non-existent. They have always been circulating in the underground market. Many people believe that the remains can cure all diseases and help them become legendary. I will take you to see the remains."

Soran deployed the teleportation array.

A flash of light passed by, and two people and a dragon appeared in a place similar to a tunnel. The fluorescent stones emitted a faint light, and there were shops on both sides, but most of the sellers had their faces covered.

"Follow me, this way," Soran panted weakly, "Start a teleportation, all the magic power is gone."

The group came to a beggar-like man.

The man was wearing clothes that were so tattered and dirty that one could not tell their original color. He was curled up in the corner and sleeping. His beard covered half of his face, so it was impossible to tell his age.

"This one is a treasure hunter, very good at finding remains."

"One hundred gold coins, fifty deposit." The treasure hunter closed his eyes again after saying this, obviously not accepting the price reduction.

Drogo could afford this price, and if the game went well, he could earn far more than a hundred gold per person.

"Is he really reliable?" Elsa felt that this man looked like a liar, and she might as well give the spare money to her.

"Haven't you read novels? These are usually legendary characters with their own difficulties. They suffer hardships and fall into decadence, but they will still shoulder their responsibilities when they are called upon."

Soran spoke in a very conspicuous manner.

"Is he then?"

"No."

"what?"

"It's okay, just pay the deposit." Drogo said to Elsa. He had already memorized the smell of this man. Dragons have small minds, good memories, and longer lifespans.

Elsa wrote a check to the Royal Bank, where the toy store's earnings and a small portion of Drogo's reserves were.

"Address." The treasure hunter seemed to be very frugal with words.

"Drogo's Toy Shop."

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After the man and the dragon left, Soran appeared again at the treasure hunter's place.

"Who is this madman who wants to challenge the authority of the gods this time?" asked the treasure hunter.

"An ancient red dragon, and a young illusionist who probably doesn't quite know what he's getting himself into."

"The red dragon that was chasing after the nobles?"

"it's him."

"How will he challenge the gods?"

"play games."

"Ah?" The treasure hunter's expression finally changed. He turned to look at Soran, as if asking him if he was joking.

"He really is making games. I suspect that making games is his main purpose, and challenging the gods is just a side job."

"Ah?" The treasure hunter even climbed up. He wondered if he had been in seclusion for too long and could no longer understand this world.

After staring blankly for a long time, he slowly said, "What a lunatic."

"Yeah, what a lunatic."

(End of this chapter)