I Am the Minecraft Master, Not the God of Light!

Chapter 18. Electrical Current Player's Greatest Hate: Greedy Merchant Villagers!

The group stood in front of the string generator, silent for a long time.

After a long while, Lesia said blankly:

"This is... the string generator you've been wanting to make, Young Master Ian?"

"Where do these strings actually come from?"

Whether it was the continuously produced string or the endless source of water, it opened everyone's eyes.

It is said that the longer you stay in a place, the more you understand and integrate into the local customs.

But the MC world doesn't seem to work that way.

The longer Lesia stayed here, the more blurred her understanding of the world became.

Water...

Could it be that it's inherently endless, and something that can hang in the sky?

A small iron bucket that looks like it can only hold so much, can it hold so much inexhaustible water?

And where does this string actually come from?

Could it really be copied out of thin air?

Lesia turned into a hundred thousand whys again.

Spinning and taking off in place is one thing; it is said that some powerful mages in the Rhodri Continent can also fly.

Trees growing in the air is one thing.

Legend has it that the ancient Tree of Life in the Elven Forest is rooted in a lake.

Drilling underground, healing from serious injuries...

These are outrageous, but acceptable.

But...

This string generator, is it really endlessly producing?

Even if the Rhodri Continent is barbaric, and still a Western fantasy world, it can't ignore the law of conservation of energy, right?

"Young Master Ian..."

Lesia pursed her lips and looked at Ian blankly.

"Don't ask, just say it's the Dawn's blessing!"

Ian immediately raised his hand to stop Lesia from asking further. He was joking, he hadn't figured out why after playing with electrical currents for so long.

Did she expect him to be able to explain it clearly?

Just like many redstone technologies that Ian mastered, he doesn't need to know why, he just needs to understand that doing this will yield results.

Ian is a typical pragmatist.

The string generator, and even the many technologies of electrical currents, are, to put it bluntly, game bugs that some big shots figured out when they had nothing to do.

Bugs are also a characteristic of the MC world.

In the end, it all comes down to one sentence.

Why do you care so much, isn't it enough that it's useful?

The bug designed by the programmer must have its own reasons.

"Alright, never mind these things. Lesia, bring people here to make some boxes to collect the string. I have a great use for it."

If there was more iron, he could make a hopper, so he wouldn't have to stand here collecting it himself like an idiot.

Unfortunately, iron is also a scarce resource now.

So...

"The next stage goal is the iron generator."

Ian clapped his hands, and Lesia's eyes lit up, looking at Ian expectantly.

"Young Master Ian, can the iron generator produce iron endlessly out of thin air, like the string generator?"

"Of course, otherwise why would it be called a generator."

Getting Ian's affirmative answer, Lesia was overjoyed.

"That's great! Now our Dawn Church will have a massive amount of iron ore! Whether it's for the military or civilian use, it's too important for the development of Blackwater City and the Dawn Church!"

Looking at the hopping Lesia, Ian smiled.

To be honest, the iron generator that Ian made was the most unsuccessful.

Often, due to different game versions, there are different ways to make iron generators.

However, considering that Ian's MC world has no version divisions, perhaps it will be easier to make.

But now, the priority of the iron generator has to be put on hold for a while.

Having a string generator only means that the most important first step of electrical current has been opened, which is equivalent to having your own source of goods and your own industry.

And next, it's time to find a sucker to receive these strings.

He made a wooden bucket next to the workbench, and Ian went to the house where the villagers were held.

As an electrical current player, the favorite villagers are definitely the fisherman and the fletcher.

Because these two guys both collect string.

However, the fisherman collects string more efficiently, and the fletcher's tool crafting table is more troublesome to make.

It requires flint.

Ian doesn't have flint yet, he'll wait a while and go to the lake to find gravel to dig some up.

The fletcher is also a very important profession in the early stage of electrical current.

Not only can you exchange string for emeralds, but in the later stage, you can also trade various effect arrows and enchanted bows.

Coincidentally, Ian also plans to arm Rial and the others as archer knights.

The demons on the Rhodri Continent are naturally physically strong. If a war really breaks out, the mortality rate of melee knights is very high.

Elven archers and mages tend to preserve a lot of living strength.

Breaking open the mud blocking the door, Ian walked out carrying a villager, and blocked it back casually.

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Next to the three professional villagers who were locked up, Ian found a place to make a building that restricted the fisherman's movement.

This is finally a success.

"Young Master Ian, are you treating these villagers like this? Won't they really resist?"

Finally, Lesia couldn't help but ask.

Ian said casually:

"No, they have no wisdom. Alright, don't worry about these things, give me the string."

Lesia quickly handed Ian a stack of string.

The efficiency of the string generator is very high. In such a short time, it has already produced more than a stack.

At this rate, it should drop hundreds of stacks a day. It seems like a lot, but in fact, after a while, exchanging string with the fisherman, one stack may not be able to exchange for an emerald.

Villagers will also raise prices to regulate the market.

"Greedy merchant!"

Ian cursed, looking at the price of four fish for one emerald in the transaction panel, wishing he could punch a hole through the fisherman.

The most important thing is that this guy doesn't even have the option to exchange string.

Ian could only dismantle the wooden bucket, forcibly forcing the fisherman to lose his job, and then re-employ.

After repeating this several times, Ian finally saw the option he wanted to exchange string for emeralds.

Twenty strings for one emerald, although it doesn't change the villager's greedy merchant nature, it doesn't matter.

Ian's string comes faster than robbery.

The fisherman's role, for Ian, is only to farm emeralds. Ian doesn't look at other transactions.

After exchanging a stack of string and getting three emeralds, Ian didn't continue to farm in a hurry.

Taking out the emeralds, compared to the unremarkable emeralds in the game, the real emeralds exuded a dazzling treasure light.

As soon as they were taken out, they attracted the attention of Lesia and Freya.

It can be seen that the little girls really like this kind of shiny thing.

Just like dragons...

"Here."

Ian smiled and handed Lesia and Freya one emerald each.

"Young Master Ian?"

Lesia was stunned.

"This is the first emerald we got in the MC world. It has a very important commemorative significance."

"One for each of the three of us."

Lesia looked at Ian with some emotion.

"How can this be? Young Master Ian, this thing looks very precious at first glance. You collected it with so much effort. Even if it's put in the royal capital, I'm afraid it can be exchanged for thousands of gold coins."

Then, Lesia gave a long speech about how difficult it is for Blackwater City to develop, persuading Ian to save money.

But...

"I understand the reasoning."

Ian pursed his lips, looking at Lesia with a complicated expression.

"But next time you say these big truths, can you let go first?"

"I'll give you the emerald, you don't have to snatch it."