Dragon, choose cultural victory to make money

Chapter 120 Magic Council
"Why are you scaring other people's children?" the dean scolded.

I quickly checked on Lowry's condition and was relieved to find that there was no serious problem. I used a calming agent on him.

"Isn't this just to show some sense of humor? I think he's quite nervous."

Soran scratched his big bald head helplessly.

After waiting for a while, Lowry slowly woke up.

"I won't delete the teaching post." The first thing Lowry said when he woke up.

He had made up his mind not to back down.

“No one asked you to delete it.” Soran said cheerfully.

"Don't laugh, you're even scarier when you laugh." The dean interrupted Sauron's creepy laugh.

"Then this money allows me to eat something good and spend time with my family?" Lori asked puzzledly.

No matter how you listen to this word, it seems that he doesn't have much time left and the nobles want to take his life.

"This is the reward for your post, as well as future advance payments. The Zhuoge Group has added new pageview rewards and reader tips for excellent knowledge posts."

Soren explained: "Your account has been set to anonymous, and other people will not be able to find your information. Your roommate has also signed a confidentiality agreement.

"The remuneration will be temporarily deposited into my account. I will withdraw the cash and give it to you. Then the dean will approve your leave. Someone in the school may investigate your identity. You should stay out of the spotlight with your family for now. Do you mind?"

"No, of course I don't mind." Lowry already understood that the academy was protecting him, "but where should I go to hide?"

"In the North," Soran picked up an orange from the coffee table and ate it with the skin in an abstract way, "In the North, someone will help you write a perfect teaching material."

Lori thanked him quickly and left the reception room.

Soran leaned back on the sofa with a serious expression.

This Lu Ling social circle is spreading very quickly, with many new people joining in every second.

It’s only been a few days, but it feels like half the continent’s mages are already on it.

And based on his understanding of the Drogo Group, it would be only a matter of time before he could create equipment that would allow people without magical talent to access the forum.

Although ordinary people cannot cast spells, they can also participate in the creation of magical devices and alchemical props.

Even an ordinary person who has learned magic to a certain level may be able to make a breakthrough in magic theory even if he is unable to cast spells.

This is gradually narrowing the gap between ordinary people and professionals.

Just like the steam engine, it was almost certain to bring about development.

But at the same time, the privileges of the nobility were also being eliminated.

This is unacceptable to them.

Spell development?

Development that is completely under their control is good development, otherwise it would be a retrograde step.

Now it is the nobles' turn to smash the "virtual loom".

Many families have already put overt or covert pressure on the Repin Academy to prohibit students from uploading magical knowledge to the forum.

And it’s not even just the nobility.

An owl flew to the window of the reception room, and the ring symbol on its claws indicated that it was an owl from the Mages Guild.

Owls are only sent out to convey messages to the elders of the Magic Council, which is very ceremonial.

So it came to find Soran.

Soran took the note from the owl with disdain, "What era is this? Why are you still flying owls? It's not too slow. Why not just send a message to the Deer Spirit?"

He opened the note and saw that it said, "In three days, we will discuss issues concerning the forum at the Mage Guild headquarters."

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Three days later, at the headquarters of the Mages Guild.

In the conference room, there was a plain black round table surrounded by precious and strange magical creations. More than a dozen elders wearing hoods and masks were arguing fiercely.

Although the wizards in this room were all quasi-legendary and well-known outside, when they quarreled, they were no different from drunkards and shrews cursing on the street. "Discuss, what else is there to discuss? This is simply a heinous crime, spreading magic knowledge so casually, this is too much, don't you think the current public security is not chaotic enough?"

"Ordinary people shouldn't have such dangerous knowledge!"

"Banned! Must be banned!"

"The Drogo Group is not a good thing either. We must resist it. What is their intention in doing this? Do they want to overthrow various countries?"

"Then I suggest you give it a try." Soran, who had been playing with the Rubik's Cube in his seat for a long time, said at this time.

After studying the Rubik's Cube for some time, he has been able to solve it consistently in about thirty seconds.

The more I play this thing, the more addicted I become. I always want to go faster.

His level is still far from the fastest, the record of Twin Towers City has already broken through 20 seconds.

"What do you mean?" The elder who spoke just now was very dissatisfied with Sauron's slightly sarcastic words.

"It's nothing, it's just a sincere suggestion. Try to boycott the Drogo Group. I really want to see what will happen to you." Sauron spread his hands and doubled his sarcasm.

"You are also responsible. The earliest teaching material was written by you, Repin."

"First of all, I am only an honorary principal and do not participate in the management of the school. Secondly, I don't think there is anything wrong with writing teaching materials. Or are you afraid that your son will not be able to compete with the wild mage who taught himself on the forum?"

Soran pressed the Rubik's Cube onto the round table, and the parts creaked.

"you!"

Lies don't hurt, truth is the knife.

The elder was speechless for a moment, his family had been in charge of the Roman Empire's Royal Spellcaster Academy for generations, but the next generation was a bit helpless.

"Stop for a moment." After a long period of silence, the elder sitting at the head finally stood up.

The mages present fell silent.

Elderon, the legendary elven wizard, was a legend seven hundred years ago. He became the chief of the Mages Guild six hundred years ago and has remained so until now.

Although he has entered his twilight years, his specific strength is still unfathomable.

He is proficient in all schools. If we must find someone in the continent of Feilin whose magical attainments are higher than Fulin, then it can only be him.

He is called Saint El, and although he no longer holds an official position in the secular world, his status is transcendent.

"Deer Eagle Beast, tell me why you want to resist."

Deerhawk is the nickname of the wizard from Loman in the parliament.

"Magic can only be given to those who have been selected. Otherwise, it will inevitably bring unrest. Thugs who have learned a little magic can cause many times the damage. Magic resources will also be in short supply, and competition will inevitably become more extreme, reigniting the flames of war on the continent."

Saint El did not comment, but looked at Soren.

"Griffin, what are your reasons for supporting it?"

Soran sat up straight for a rare moment and said, "The creed of the Magic Guild is to promote the development of magic. The popularization of knowledge will inevitably lead to better development.

"As for the unrest, it will find a solution in the development, and the change of power among the nobles has nothing to do with us."

"How can it be irrelevant..."

Saint El waved his hand, and the deer-eagle beast could only open its mouth but could not make any sound.

He leaned on his cane and squinted his eyes. No one knew what this old elf was thinking.

Two minutes passed so fast that you could hear a pin drop. Saint El spoke slowly, "I propose that the Mage Guild help develop the forum and encourage guild mages to register accounts and share knowledge. Let's vote now."

Saint El raised his hand directly, and Soran followed immediately.

In the end, the proposal was passed with a vote of 8:5.

"Very good, let's do it this way. The meeting is adjourned."

The Deer Eagle Beast, who regained his voice, said angrily: "I will report this to the Emperor and have this information banned from the forums in the Roman Empire!"

Saint El glanced at the deer-eagle beast with a half-open look, and said calmly: "Whatever, and I wish you good luck, and I wish the Roman Empire good luck in the future."

(End of this chapter)