Chapter 146.Chapter 146 – You’re a piece of trash.
Chapter 146: You’re a piece of trash
Heine even thought of mass production and the beginnings of a “spirit factory”.
The best result would be to save him the step of learning the rune set, after all, there is a specialized “skill trainer” here, it would be a waste not to use it.
However, at present, there was no connection between the five spell formations, so he could only rely on himself to travel back and forth, which was only an idea.
He knows that you have to eat one meal at a time, after all, he has already seen a bright future.
Don’t be in a hurry, take your time!
After organizing his thoughts, he looked at the jittery Karl.
“Alright, tell us about your past.”
Carl nodded with complicated eyes.
Then pontificated.
…
Carl is forty years old and had a happy family.
But now his wife has contracted an illness and died, and his daughter has left home and is nowhere to be found.
The source of it all is his research.
His biggest mistake wasn’t pointing out that he had to learn from necromancers.
Rather, he mentions that “mages are enslaving the spirits”.
The word “enslave” was Veritas’ biggest pet peeve.
The pride of the mages was that they were different from other “casters of energy”.
They call themselves engineers of energy.
In other words, what makes a spell a truth in this world is that it is part of the Law.
It is because it does not “dictate”, but is a part of nature, like wind, rain, thunder and lightning.
A mage never absorbs and produces energy, but is a mover of energy.
So they don’t pollute the energy.
Therefore the House of Truth is above the four kingdoms and looks at those backward kingdoms as if they were barbarians.
So Carl, who had committed a major offense, lost his job and no next family dared to take him.
Any company that took him on was targeted with withdrawals, complaints, and denunciations.
Under the pressure, he decided to write a book, hoping to “rely on personal strength to defend the truth, and finally turn the tide”.
As Veritas publicized the story:
“If you hold the truth in your hand, everyone will bow to you.”
As a result, the books he wrote under the auspices of his fan base became jokes, and even their publication and distribution became part of the fun.
In the end, his wife was separated and he was in debt.
…
“It’s all true this time?” Heine asked.
“A thousand times true!”
Karl was close to dropping to his knees.
Heine didn’t press the issue any further; he couldn’t ask for proof anyway.
The other party was under a blood curse, so whether he came here to hide his debt or fight for his life, it didn’t matter.
“From today onwards, you are responsible for teaching me runes, do you need a textbook or something? How long does it take to master the 37 basic runes?”
Carl froze, “No, it’s not needed, and you can’t buy textbooks here. Just mastering the basic runes would be enough for two months at most.”
“Alright then, let’s go back to the airship and take lessons.”
“Yes, my lord.”
……
At dusk the next day, the southern outskirts of Granite Town.
“This is it.” Simon said.
“Here?”
Mark, who had come with him from the south, looked around suspiciously.
It was nothing but trees, with some wooden fences looming in the distance, and no idea what they were enclosing.
“Unloading here?”
Mark, who was born with a sharp tongue, raised his eyebrows as if to provoke.
If Simon didn’t know him well, he would have swung his fist at him by now.
“This is it, you unload at ease.” Simon urged, “Don’t let the hicks see it.”
Hearing him say that, Mark snorted twice before walking towards the open space.
He pointed his hand into the air, and four 2*2*5 wooden crates appeared out of nowhere, neatly stacked and stacked together.
At the same time his backpack deflated.
“Done.”
He sighed in relief, his whole body felt like it had been drained, sweating profusely, his temples wet with sweat.
Simon looked at the tufts of gray hair at his temples and couldn’t help but frown:
“Have you been using woo powder again lately?”
“Don’t mention it.” Mark waved his hand, a look of obscurity on his face:
“I don’t know what’s wrong with me lately, it’s especially hard to use the Void Sac, I used to be able to load and unload it twice a day, but now it’s hard to do it even once, so I can’t really do the work without a couple of mouthfuls.”
Finished, he said with interest: “What kind of business are you in, so generous? This is the first time I’ve ever shipped grain and vegetables, and this is enough to get at least one or two thousand people through the winter, right? This is too extravagant.”
Simon coldly said, “Don’t ask too much about what you shouldn’t inquire about, are you still forgetting a process?”
Mark froze, then slapped his wet forehead.
“See I forgot, check for corrosion.”
He reached into his backpack and pulled out a white-glowing carrying lamp, and flew it around the crate in a careful circle with his mage hand control.
A sliver of the white light from the lamp was siphoned off, seemingly filling the deficit on the chest, and when it returned to his hand it was noticeably dimmer.
“That’s a big loss for this trip? You’ll have to credit me for this energizer stone haha.” He muttered.
Simon was helpless, “Okay, I’ll give you another 15 gold coins, is that okay?”
“Hahaha cough …… cough, generous, too generous.”
The man was overjoyed and laughed so hard that he coughed.
Job done, he said goodbye to Simon and left quickly towards the south.
It didn’t take long for Red to arrive from the direction of the fence with the catching sheep and a bunch of Cornu.
Simon’s eyes bugged out when he saw that Red was still alive and had become “one of us”.
He violently thought of a possibility and lost his voice, “Could you ……” A gloved cold palm blocked his mouth.
Warm holy light seeped out from between the cracks of the helmet.
Simon had the sense not to ask more questions.
The supplies here were quickly removed, leaving only three people.
It was then that Red, or Duo, spoke up.
“It’s what you think, I’m just playing Ryder and have inherited all of his memories.”
Heine had given her instructions on how to deal with Simon before, and Catching Goat had added to it.
Now she knew Simon well enough.
She stood on a rock looking levelly at the other woman, her arms wrapped around her.
Simon’s heart stuttered and his hands and feet went cold.
The nightmares of these days seemed clearer.
That’s when a word came out of Catch the Sheep’s head:
“Don’t you be afraid.”
Simon smiled bitterly: “How can I not be afraid ……”
He suddenly had a jolt and looked at Catching Sheep in shock:
“You ……”
“What’s wrong with me.”
“You, you can understand my words? No, no, someone is controlling you!?”
He looked around to no avail and turned his attention back to Catch the Goat:
“Someone is hiding in your body isn’t it?”
“No, Heine is in the eastern suburbs.”
“Then what did he send you for?”
“I’ve come to fix you…”
Simon’s legs gave out and he almost fell.
“…troubles.”
“……” he said without a word, “Can you finish in one breath next time!”
“I’m sorry, that’s a difficult word, and I’m not proficient in spelling it yet.”
After a pause, Catch the Goat typed:
“The next words are important, so take it easy.”
Simon nodded and waited for him to “speak” slowly.
“You’re a piece of shit.”
Simon: “You’re ……”
“Take it easy.”
Simon takes a deep breath, “Okay, take your time.”
Then he saw the other man repeat the previous sentence.
“You’re a piece of shit…”
“……”
“…and therefore don’t deserve to be dealt with in this manner.”
“That’s the lesson Heine learned with Naga.”
“The man who replaces Red is intrinsically a better businessman than you.”
“That’s why this is Heine’s final solution for you, to regulate rather than replace.”
“Because the only redeeming feature in you is a reasonably flexible brain.”
“He didn’t want to waste it when his resources were limited.”
The golden text broke off, standing out against the dim sky.
It seemed to carry a shocking power that didn’t disappear, but was burned into Simon’s heart.
…
Duo: “So why won’t Heine let me talk about it?”
Catch the Goat: “The power of words depends on tone, demeanor, and personal aura; I’m a skeleton almost two meters tall and wearing armor, so I have a huge advantage in terms of aura, and as for the rest, he’ll be brainstorming in the direction of awe because of the aura.”
Duo: “What do you mean? Is it that I’m too short?”
Catching Goat: “That’s not what I said, it’s what old man Wei said. He said that you are one meter four eight in reality, and you are a loli in the game, you have never been a tall person in or out of the theater, and this time you have possessed a Cornu person, this life is here, and you are taller than you in Zhangqiu when you pick up any random onion.”
DuoDuo: “Ah? Wei! Temple! Iris!!!”
…
Simon took a deep breath of cold air, then exhaled slowly.
Straight ball insults hurt, but they worked.
Especially with the combination of these two.
Ryder was telling him what the other guy was saying was true.
Skeletor, on the other hand, was showing off his skills, as well as shocking him with force.
The other party had mastered techniques that even the House of Truth had never gotten their hands on.
This was the capital to fight against that group in the future.
Although he was bitter in his heart, he unconsciously clenched his fists and his palms glowed.
The nightmare dissipated.
“You’re saying he’s a better businessman than me?”
Simon looked to Ryder with skepticism in his eyes.
“Yes.”
Duo smiled.
…
Catch the Goat: “Look, it’s hooked.”
Duo: “Okay, that’s a good thing. That dwarf named Tower who’s been looking at me suspiciously all day can finally stop.”
Sheepcatcher, however, sighed.
With this one gone, where would he find a living dictionary?
(End of chapter)