Don't disturb the sorcerer's scientific research

Still 48.

Now even the fake smile couldn't be maintained.

Although I passed, it was a shame, a complete shame, for me to be the leader of this year's Uckermark Royal Academy team.

It's definitely not his problem, it's definitely the audience's problem.

In such a huge city like Serdarion, are there only 500 or so spectators who know how to appreciate it?

This is not only a personal shame for him, but also a shame for this holy land of elves. The quality of the audience is too poor.

Blaming the audience for your poor performance is a good way to comfort yourself.

In fact, if he hadn't inserted a scene of the Imperial Military Parade into this simulated training-themed illusion, he would probably have been eliminated.

The imperial military parade is still very entertaining.

According to audience feedback, that segment is the "only" worthwhile segment in this Phantom.

Even after blaming the audience, I still feel uncomfortable.

Justus decided to check out the results of his direct competitors.

In his opinion, the only one who could possibly compete with him for the championship in this competition is Jacob, the Holy Son of the Vatican.

No matter how much he hated Jacob's behavior and ostentatious appearance, he had to admit that he was indeed a very good pastor.

So, he pretended not to care, strolled over to Jacob's booth, and began to perform a "careless" glance at the numbers.

"434 people..., 52, poof..."

Your own failure is indeed tragic, but your opponent's failure is greater than yours, which is enough to reverse this tragic situation.

Jacob still had a smile on his face at this time, but that didn't mean he could accept this result.

Mainly because his acting skills are better.

The only thing that made him feel a little relieved was that several chambers of commerce were interested in his work.

Well, to be precise, they are interested in his reputation. Even if the illusion created by the Holy Son of the Church is just a lump... well, actually it is just a lump, there are still people who are willing to give it a try.

If you can’t get money from passers-by, you can’t get money from the believers of the Holy Light.

No matter how you calculate, you can't lose.

This is also why Professor Tanshuer requested anonymity for the exhibition. Otherwise, once the Son of God's work is released, even if the phantom has no content, at least two to three thousand people will see it, and they will find tricky angles to praise it, saying, "This blank phantom really brings peace to people. Anyone who can't stand it is too impetuous..."

Jacob knew this very well.

But it's better to have someone buy it than nothing. No more than 20% of the works in the exhibition hall have people willing to buy them, which makes him feel a lot of comfort.

If it weren't for the appearance of this half-orc merchant.

There are almost no orcs and half-orcs who believe in the Holy Light. They don’t even know the bishop, let alone the Son of God.

This businessman really came for the work itself.

"I'm very optimistic about your comedy. It has a complete plot, excellent pacing, and lots of laughs without being abrupt."

"You're too kind." Although the other party's praise had nothing to do with him, Jacob still responded politely.

However, the orc continued, "That ending is just terrible. Did you guys run out of time to finish it later, so you came up with such a terrible ending?"

At this point, the young screenwriter in Jacob's team was so anxious that he waved his hands frantically, trying to get the businessman to stop talking. It's not easy to become the Son of God's follower.

Unfortunately, the businessman didn't understand the young screenwriter's intention. "Look, you're not willing to listen to my suggestions. If you can revise the ending to match the previous one, I can do it..."

"I won't sell it!"

Although Jacob said this with a smile, the veins under the skin of his forehead bulged due to the increased pressure, which exposed his true emotions.

The orcs didn't give in either. "If you don't want to sell it, then don't sell it. What's your attitude? Learn from the Jia Xiu team. They're number one. Over 3 people have seen it in three days, and they don't have such a bad temper like you."

Jia Xiu, Jia Xiu, right? He remembered it.

After seeing off these merchants, Jacob began to search the exhibition hall for the booth of Jia Xiu's group.

He wanted to see what was done.

Jia Xiu's booth is easy to find.

There was everything here, including several rows of magic devices, spectators queuing up, merchants arguing with each other with their money bags raised, and some who looked like bards.

There is no Jia Xiu.

Margaret had to shout, "I know you all want to buy, but Jia Xiu is not here at the moment. I will convey your wishes to Jia Xiu."

She now felt that she was Jia Xiu's mentor, but why did she act like an assistant?

"Then where is he?"

"uncertain."

As an "assistant", how can you reveal your whereabouts casually?

"We're not here to buy phantoms," said the bard squeezed in among the crowd. "We're here to invite Mr. Jia Xiu to give a lecture at the Bards' Guild."

"what?"

"We would like to invite Mr. Jia Xiu to talk about his story creation ideas..."

Not envious, not at all.

Witnessing all this, Jacob remained stubborn in his heart.

As someone who greatly enjoys being the center of attention, Jacob decided to investigate what the phantom was.

So he joined the queue.

He saw a familiar figure among the audience.

The only competitor in this competition who could threaten his championship status is Justus.

Why did he come to see it?

Although they all hoped that the other party would be eliminated in the first few rounds and directly withdraw from the championship race, they still nodded politely and questioned each other when they met.

Because there are several more magic devices, you don’t have to wait for hours to see the Almighty Wizard.

Jacob and Justus finished watching the movie quickly.

They looked at each other again.

They all chose to be stubborn.

"No substance." Jacob said first.

"That's all," Justus agreed. "It's just that the audience's level is too low and they don't know how to appreciate truly excellent works."

"That's it."

The two people who were originally at odds with each other stood on a united front under the pressure brought by the "big devil" Jia Xiu.

After praising each other, the two went their separate ways.

Jacob stopped suddenly after turning a corner.

The last time I watched it, I was so focused on finding faults that I didn't pay close attention to the plot.

Now that I think about it, it’s quite interesting and I want to watch it again.

But it cannot be discovered by Justus. If it is discovered, how can he, the Son of God, save his face?

So after turning the corner and waiting for two minutes, he turned back and came to Jia Xiu's booth.

Then I saw Justus.

Fortunately, both of them have good acting skills, and they managed to hold on in such an embarrassing situation.

Justus spoke first.

"I will study this illusion again critically."

"Same, same, I'm here to criticize as well."

So, the two of them joined the team again.

Harshly criticize the Almighty Mage.

The more you criticize, the more angry you get.

This boy Jia Xiu is so terrifying!

At this time, Jia Xiu was submitting his latest research at the Serdarion branch of the Spellcaster Association.

A Method for Replacing Runes in Alien Spell Systems Based on Enlightenment: Taking Vampire First-Ring Spells and Cantrips as Examples

"Please wait."

"Wait a minute, really?"

Having learned from the lesson of the extremely long waiting time when he came to consult about enlightenment last time, Jia Xiu decided to ask clearly first.

If the scale of this "slightly" is a bit too big, then he will go out and eat first after submitting it.

In order to complete this research, he even skipped a meal, which was a matter of utmost importance to Jia Xiu.

Dopamine is really secreted when I write, and I feel really hungry after I finish writing.

"Of course," the staff member replied. "The Ancient Brass Dragon, Mr. Siloshak, is currently in the association, responsible for reviewing submitted work. He's always very quick in reviewing submissions. Of course, if the work is poor or contains serious and obvious errors, he might simply burn your submission. If you mind, we can have someone else review it. They'll be just as professional, but a little less efficient."

"do not mind."

Jia Xiu answered.

It’s no big deal. The people who usually review his manuscripts are all legends that are not good enough to be called a leader, just a dragon clan member.

However, he didn't expect to run into an ancient brass dragon reviewing his manuscript.

What kind of background does the Spellcaster Association have?

It sounds outrageous, but it makes sense if you think about it carefully. At least it makes sense that the reviewer is a brass dragon. If it was a red, black or blue one, it would be really outrageous.

Metallic dragons have much better relations with other races.

Dragons in human form can be found in many big cities.

These dragons are also relatively easy to communicate with due to their long lifespans and inherent strength. As long as they are not mentally ill, most of them appear to be relatively peaceful.