Chapter 100 Changes of the Times

Mrs. Caesar had already guessed about Joshua's identity because the dark elf kept quiet about Joshua's relationship with the devil, and then she asked the dark elf a few more questions.

From the conversation, Mrs. Caesar found that the dark elf seemed to be very scrupulous about Joshua's real identity, as if revealing any information about Joshua's identity to her would destroy her mind.

This is very strange for an organization that specializes in selling intelligence, and it can be said to be a taboo that will affect the relationship between employers.

"Aren't you going to stay and watch the final performance before leaving?"

A large part of the information that Mrs. Caesar wanted to know belonged to the category that the dark elf kept silent. She swore that this was the worst intelligence dealer she had ever met in her life.

But a bad attitude is one thing, the ability of this dark elf is another.

The Blackwood family already had contact with the elves living in the forest, and she didn't mind recruiting another dark elf.

"I'm sorry, Duchess Blackwood, I'm not interested in that kind of childish performance."

The dark elf accepted part of the reward and did not plan to stay any longer, and her reply made Mrs. Caesar's inner anger rise to another level.

"A childish performance? Then, in the eyes of you dark elves, what kind of performance is considered childish?"

Although Mrs. Nishizawa has foreseen the end of the stage play era, the influence of the Black Swan Theater Company is second to none in this world.

It's a pity that this is only limited to the human audience, and other races don't have much interest in this kind of human drama.

"I'm not targeting your troupe, Mrs. Caesar. In my eyes, "Beauty and the Devil" is also very naive, because I deeply know that the real world is far more cruel than those script writers wrote, I'm past the age of dreaming of fairy tales like this."

After the dark elf performed an unknown etiquette to Mrs. Caesar, he opened the door and left Farosi's exhibition hall.

"lady."

The guard who had been standing beside Mrs. Caesar stood up. The expression on Mrs. Caesar's face was not as approachable as before.

The dark elf's unkind speech had already irritated her somewhat.

"Stop chasing her, you won't be able to catch her."

Mrs. Caesar quickly controlled her inner anger. Which dark elf was telling the truth, and Mrs. Caesar knew this very well.

The performance of the stage play is too romantic. Although there are many audiences in Faluoxi, it still cannot attract some "savages" and non-human races.

Among them, the most well-known is the iron-blooded prime minister of the country of steel. Which prime minister once said in public, 'This is just something to deceive little girls. '

Mrs. Nishizawa originally thought that "Beauty and the Devil" had more audiences than stage plays, but in the eyes of some people, it was always a fairy tale that should have been forgotten long ago.

Now Mrs. Caesar may only hope that a screenwriter can write a script that can conquer these "savages".

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Joshua burped.

The World Expo is indeed a gathering of elites from all over the world. The food on the table is delicious, and it is self-service.

The only regret is that the buffet area is a little far from Nolan's center stage area. After the presentation of Hearthstone, Joshua came here to solve the lunch problem.

Of course, there was also a hard-working female knight and Joshua's assistant, Ciri, who came with her.

"Can you really learn your so-so...programming just by relying on this chat window?"

Ciri stood by the dining table and clicked on a new chat window that Joshua gave him with one hand. According to Joshua, this 'chat window' is open source.

And the reward for the speaker of Nolan's Patent Council, the grey-clothed man for defeating the desireless archbishop, is this open-source applet.

Ciri, a practical spellcaster, couldn't see anything useful in this bunch of inscription sequences.

"You don't need to understand, you just need to think it's amazing."

While Qiao Xiu was finishing his lunch, the man in gray, who was the chairman of the patent council, also completed the appraisal of the last magical machine that appeared on the stage, and came here directly across the crowd.

"Get rid of those troublesome old stubbornness at last."

The man in gray walked all the way in front of Joshua, and the owl standing on his shoulder shook its round head.

Several feathers fell from above, the gray-clothed man grabbed one of them, and then took out a blank parchment scroll from his sleeve.

"Quick...it's your turn to fulfill the contract."

The man in gray seems to be planning to record what Qiao Xiu dictated on the parchment.

The properties left over from ancient civilizations are rarely preserved in the form of books, and most spellcasters believe that this mysterious knowledge is transmitted by some special method.

"Don't panic, Speaker Rursk, what you want is here."

A pale white crystal appeared in Qiao Xiu's hand, which was the installation package of the open source chat window.

The exhibition work of the World Expo was presided over by the man in gray and a mage in white robes. His name and position in Nolan were clear even without investigation.

"This is……"

"A small gift." Joshua threw the crystals gathered by magic power to the gray-clothed man, and the crystals dissipated in his forehead.

When the man in gray opened his eyes again, he found a white window in front of him.

The magic that the gray-clothed man learned was the same as that of the white-robed mages, which was based on the order system. When he tried to understand the composition of this form, a series of complex inscription sequences appeared before his eyes.

The number of inscription sequences is astonishingly large, and in his memory, the most complicated magic he constructed would not use such a large number of inscriptions.

If these inscriptions were taken apart individually, the gray-clothed person would understand them all, but if they were arranged in a row, the gray-clothed person would not be able to understand them at all.

"Don't treat them as inscription affixes for casting spells, just treat them as the most basic English letters."

Joshua gave the man in gray a hint.

The old man, who was almost over a hundred years old, rubbed his brows, calmed down and continued to observe the composition of these inscriptions, and found that they were only the simplest English words, but the gray-clothed man quickly discovered some of the patterns...

"Unbelievable knowledge, I need a while to study, no... a long time!"

The gray-clothed man who got the new method of using the inscription even ignored Joshua directly, and walked quickly towards the outside of the Crystal Palace with his owl, muttering something in his mouth when he left.

"He...wouldn't be crazy."

Shirley looked at the old man in gray robe, and asked in a low voice in Joshua's ear.

"After all, this is knowledge that has spanned several eras..."

As soon as Qiao Xiu's words fell, the entire stage in the center of the Crystal Palace erupted like a wave of exclamation.

Because what is on display on the stage now is a magical machine called the magic perpetual motion machine, standing here, Qiao Xiu can barely see the magic machine on display on the center stage from a distance.

The so-called perpetual motion machine is just a gimmick. In Qiao Xiu's view, this magical machine is an improved version of the steam engine, which just turns the power into magic power.

But before you know it, today has become a branch point where the world has entered the industrial age from the Middle Ages.