In the dark cell, Su Zuo used the dim light to flip through the manuscript paper in front of him bit by bit.
Although Su Zuo had the ability to cast a small lighting spell, because the old man in the cage could only use the light to write on the low table, Su Zuo did not do so out of respect for his teacher.
Fortunately, the light of the wall lamp is quite bright. Su Zuo just added oil to it not long ago. I don’t know if the light blue oil has been treated with alchemy, but it is much brighter than the same kind on the earth.
And the burning time is even more terrifying.
Ever since he knew that Su Zuo could understand most of the manuscripts he wrote, the old man gave up language teaching completely. The task assigned to Su Zuo every day was to read the manuscripts and read the manuscripts. If he had any questions, Su Zuo would ask him.
He released the quill from his mouth again and answered them one by one.
Paper is not expensive in this magical world. The technology of using lime and plant fiber to make paper has matured. The price of a roll of 10 copper coins (about 30 sheets of A4 size) is very expensive for ordinary people.
It's too expensive, but it's not unaffordable.
And after mastering the first-level spell of papermaking, for Su Zuo, as long as there are enough casting materials, no matter how much, it doesn't matter.
"Magic...is indeed the primary productive force..."
After experiencing the convenience of magic, Su Zuo, a former scientist worker, has completely rebelled and surrendered to the enemy.
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Su Zuo didn't know where the old man got the paper and ink from before, but since Su Zuo became the old man's apprentice, the old man's requests were always met in the shortest possible time——
The ink in this world seems to be of the mineral salt type, a bit like the iron tannate ink that Su Zuo had popularized in his previous life. It can only be made through alchemy. Strictly speaking, it is a high-end alchemical product.
But after knowing the truth, Su Zuo almost didn't lift the table——
Excuse me! What is "ink" among the four treasures of the study known to ancient and modern China, and what is it made of?
The answer is pine smoke and bone glue.
So after knowing the truth and learning magic, Su Zuo simply bought some oil wood species with a relatively fine charcoal quality, and then mixed it with an alchemical glue that was somewhat similar to arabic gum, and made a lot of them.
Although that kind of alchemical glue cost Su Zuo 1 black silver coin, but compared to the price of a small bottle of alchemical ink, which costs 2 or 3 black silver coins, it is already worth the money.
With the help of spells, it is not troublesome to process these materials. After mastering all the basic one thousand and twenty Midel runes, what is left is a [spell compilation] similar to the program compilation made by Su Zuo in his previous life.
Okay, although compared to computer assembly language, the Middle Rune System also needs to consider geometry and topology, which is more than several times more difficult than pure program assembly. Fortunately, Su Zuo had undergone similar abstract training in his previous life, and Su Zuo quickly
So I got started with this "somewhat strange" "programming language".
And his first completed product in arcane magic was this "Ink Making Technique".
After helping Su Zuo check this spell and personally experiencing the effect of the spell product, the old man commented on this spell: "In terms of difficulty in writing, among hundreds of first-level spells, this spell is the best
The difficulty of writing is only average. But what is commendable is that the creator of this spell is only a high-level mage apprentice who has just been able to copy second-level spells. What is even more rare is that compared to the third-level ink-making technique, this
Small spells use cheaper alchemical materials to create higher-quality spell products - in other words, its value lies not in the advanced skills it embodies in the compilation of runes, but in the
Its achievements and progress in alchemy bring about a major change based on universal alchemical products."
The old man believed that this cheap and easy-to-use ink would make the original alchemical writing ink obsolete, but Su Zuo had a different view.
In his time, it was not without reason that pine smoke ink was eliminated by iron tannate ink. The most important factor was the change in pen tools. When industrial products such as fountain pens and ballpoint pens appeared, inks were too sticky and had too many impurities.
It will still be eliminated by the times.
"But before industrial pens appear in large quantities, there is still a market for this thing... But there is no such thing as a patent in this world..."
In an era without patent fees, inventors without production capital had little possibility of making profits, so Suzo simply gave up on similar ideas of making a fortune with ink.
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But in the short term, the old man is very satisfied with this new ink that is more resistant to fading than iron tannate ink.
"Ahem..."
From the depths of the cage, there was a faint sound of coughing, which made Su Zuo raise his head and look. He put down the manuscript in his hand, took out the kettle in his arms, heated it slightly, poured it into the wooden cup at hand, and walked towards the edge of the cage.
He squatted down and said, "Teacher, it's time to take medicine."
At the beginning of winter, the old man suffered from wind and cold. It has been almost two months. Although Su Zuo privately bribed the grandmother in charge of bedding and got a brand new set of bedding for the old man, which was fluffy and soft in the sun, but the old man's
There are still no signs of improvement in his condition.
The medical skills in this world are very backward. If you are sick, you basically go to a priest or a priest. But the old man, let alone go to church, is notified by Su Zuo of his illness, and no one even bothers to ask. Su Zuo scratched his head helplessly, and just asked.
From the adventurers who visited the brothels, they learned about some herbal prescriptions that were circulated in remote areas and among mercenaries. Then, through the channels of prayer meetings, they obtained some medicinal materials for the old man.
The old man didn't let go of the pen in his mouth until he finished writing another paragraph.
Slowly hugging the quilt and coughing, he walked to the railing. The old man picked up the wooden cup Su Zuo handed him and drank it in one gulp. Putting down the cup, there was a hint of sadness in his cloudy gray eyes.
He shook his head and turned his attention to Su Zuo: "How do you like the first volume of manuscript I gave you?"
"I've watched three-quarters of it, and I've learned a lot." Su Zuo answered the old man's question respectfully.
"It's quite a lot... but I don't have much time. If there is anything you don't understand, just ask." The old man said lightly, as if the life and death he was talking about in his tone were not his own.
Based on his past life experience, Su Zuo knew that old people like his teacher would often sigh due to some minor disasters and illnesses, so he couldn't help but comfort him and said: "It's okay, teacher. With my body, there will be no problem in living for a few more years."
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"Don't comfort me, I know my body myself." However, the old man who turned around and walked towards the low table did not appreciate it, "But God has been kind to me, and I still have a chance to complete the creation of "Far South" before I leave.
, Younan Wenshu can also find a successor, and I will die with no regrets."
Su Zuo sat on the ground holding the empty wooden cup and remained silent. The old man seemed unaware of the changes in the Younan Document, let alone that the "Younan Document" in his mouth had become "Yolandir"
". But Su Zuo doesn't find it strange. The name Yolandil is so difficult to remember. In addition, this book has been passed down for countless years, and the real name has gradually been lost in the long river of history. It's not surprising.
It's not unimaginable.
However, from the old man's words, Su Zuo confirmed one thing, that is, "even the old man himself cannot open the magic book." The old man could not see the text on the title page, and it was even less likely to know the magic book.
All kinds of magical abilities.
After confirming this, Su Zuo did not tell the old man about the changes in the grimoire. He did not even tell the old man about the battle that took place in the New District Police Station.
Yes, although in that battle, Su Zuo had realized the shortcomings of his abilities. In order to protect himself and the people he valued, he had to face up to the power issue that he had ignored before, but he was still unwilling to suffer because of it.
Disturb the old man.
After staying in the peace of his previous life for too long, Su Zuo has become accustomed to using his wisdom and interpersonal skills to solve problems. It was not until the battle three months ago that Su Zuo realized for the first time that this kind of arrogance is ubiquitous in the other world.
The unreasonable law of the jungle——
"No matter how powerful you are and how much money you have, as long as I am stronger than you, I can still kill you with one punch and beat you to the point where you have no temper at all."
No matter how smart you are, no matter how powerful you are, you will only be better at leveraging strength to gain strength, and taking advantage of situations to gain momentum. But even if you can use four ounces to move a thousand pounds, you must have the strength of four ounces as the basis.
What's more, out of interest, Su Zuo had studied Chinese martial arts (martial arts) for a period of time in his previous life. Therefore, he knew very well that the so-called four ounces can equal a thousand pounds. In real actual combat and life and death games, it is more like a thousand pounds equal to four ounces.
The old man has his own things to do, which is to complete the creation of the "Far South Document" he calls; and since Su Zuo is his apprentice, he should uphold the teaching of respecting the teacher and try his best to share the teacher's worries.
It's too late, why bother bothering the old man with asking for advice on fighting and getting slapped in the face by the alchemist?
The battle with the alchemist, at best, is a combination of practice and learning. At worst, it is just a matter of fighting with others when you are not good at learning, so you are beaten to the point of crawling.
Can't get up.
After seeing the old man immersed himself in his creative work again, Su Zuo estimated that the time was almost up, got up gently, and left quietly.
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PS: Due to exams, the author’s plot outline has not yet been completely sorted out.
So the attentive readers may have noticed that I have been writing about my daily life for the past two days. While writing about my daily life, I also sorted out and explained some of the previous plots. Well, it may be a bit confusing, but I tried my best to keep the style and focus of the four articles.
When it comes to being different, it shouldn’t be too ugly... (A guy who has no confidence in daily life and transition...)
Today is 5,000 again, divided into two chapters of 2,000 and 5, so don’t miss the previous chapters. Even if you read them out of place, you probably won’t have any impression.