Chapter 481

In the dim living room, a cluster of weak flames danced gently on the candle wick.

The candlelight brought a ray of light to the room and also reflected the heroic face of the young man.

He lay on the table, staring at the candlelight motionlessly, with no emotion on his face, like a statue.

Suddenly, the candlelight in front of him changed. It no longer danced gently, but began to rise, but at the same time the flame was also thinning, like a small dough being pulled into noodles by a chef.

The face of the young man staring at the candlelight changed slightly. His brows wrinkled slightly, his eyes became sharp, but he still stared at the light in front of him.

The "pulled thin" flame changed again. It actually bent, and the upper part tilted slightly to the left of the young man, then tilted to his right, then to the left, then to the right... Over and over again, in a cycle.

If there was another person at the scene and observed carefully, they would see that the young man's eyeballs were moving, and the direction of the flame tilt was consistent with the direction of movement of his pupils.

It seemed that the young man was controlling the flame in front of him.

The flame tilted left and right faster and faster, but at this moment, the door opened with a creak, and the tilting movement of the flame on the candle stopped abruptly.

Then there was a slight bang, and the candle flame turned into a ball of sparks that spread in the air and quickly disappeared.

The hall immediately fell into darkness, and the candle did not rekindle.

"Damn it, Edward, I feel that my control over the flame is about to reach a higher level. It is not an exaggeration to describe it as a breakthrough. Now the good situation is interrupted by you! Can't you knock on the door before you come in?"

The young man who controlled the flame just now said in a very unhappy tone.

Then he snapped his fingers, and the candle that had just been extinguished suddenly burst into a ball of fire, quickly burned half of its original length, and finally returned to the normal candle flame.

The young man looked at the candle that was only half the length left and sighed sadly.

"Shut up, Nathan. You usually fail even if you hear the slightest noise. Is my knocking noise too small?"

The man called Edward was a man with sharp eyes like an eagle, but his tone was a bit frivolous.

"It's different this time. I'm just one step away. I have confidence... Forget it, let's not talk about this for now."

The young man called Nathan shook his head and asked, "How is it? Did you bring back the books?"

Edward picked up the kettle on the table and gulped down several mouthfuls. "There were some twists and turns, but fortunately they were all brought back. Sanel is supervising the unloading at the dock. But..."

"But what?" A female voice came, and then a woman walked down the stairs.

She looked less than 30 years old, but she exuded a mature charm. She had a dignified and beautiful face and a graceful figure. She had an impressive, almost dazzling red hair. Against the backdrop of milky white skin, it was like a raging flame. Her hair was combed neatly and tied into a beautiful bun behind her head, with a strand of hair hanging down in front of her shoulders.

If you look at the woman's face, you will find that even her pupils are almost red, which is an extremely rare eye color on the continent.

"Mom!" This is what Nathan called her.

"Ms. Marianna!" This is what Edward called her.

If there was an unrelated person present, Nathan's address to the woman would make him confused, because the lady looked more like a brother than a mother and son with Nathan, and she was too young.

Unlike Nathan's casual address to his mother, Edward's address to her was full of awe.

Because Ms. Marianna was a powerful female spellcaster, and she also had another identity - one of the ten members of the highest institution of the Secret Society.

Edward also learned the lady's name not long ago - Marianna. He had always been told to call her the Red Lady, probably because of her dazzling red hair.

He immediately answered the lady's question, "Our supplier has raised the price for subsequent orders, and each book will cost an additional 200 Ordo copper shields."

"Why?"

Edward explained: "According to Sanel, the local church has exerted influence on the lord, and now they can only transport it out through some special means... Well, similar to smuggling, anyway, they can't deliver it to us openly."

Marianna immediately asked: "How did the local church exert influence? Did it embarrass the lord there?"

"No, ma'am, as far as we know, the church people just took the book to the lord and mentioned it, and then the lord ordered a ban This book."

Marianna continued to ask: "If our supplier continues to use his [special means] to provide us with goods, will it cause trouble to the lord there?"

Edward replied: "Ah? Trouble? Of course there is, for example, it is impossible to collect taxes from these goods."

"I mean his relationship with the church."

"That's not the case. Which lord is capable enough to control all the lawless elements in his territory? Everyone knows it well. The local church probably just wants to express an attitude. "

Ms. Marianna seemed to be lost in thought. Edward noticed that a trace of worry flashed between her eyebrows.

No mistake, one post, one content, one book, one forum, one 6, one 9!

But only for a short while, the lady said: "Okay, Edward, regarding the supplier's price increase, this is not a problem. Just meet their requirements. Now is not the time to care about petty profits."

Edward nodded and said, "Yes, ma'am."

"Also, this is a sample book for this batch."

He took out a book and handed it to Mariana in even numbers.

The lady slowly touched the brand-new book that still smelled of ink with her hand. On it was written "Record of Grievances" in large fonts in Jiaowan dialect.

After a long time, she said in a sighing tone: "I still don't understand how our supplier did it - the fonts and handwriting of almost all books are exactly the same. Are they copied by the same person? But It is obviously impossible for one person to complete such a large amount of work, and even if it is copied by the same person, it is impossible for two consecutive copies to be exactly the same.”

Edward immediately said: "Oh! Madam, maybe I can answer something about this question."

"you?"

Mariana looked at him.

"Yes, I also heard about it from Sarnell, who took a look at it from a distance when he was in the Northwest Bay - how this book came out."

There was an incredible expression on Edward's face, "Amazing, so amazing. It was not transcribed manually, but came out of some kind of machine."

Nathan on the side asked him doubtfully: "Are those books made by machines?"

"Yes, I originally thought that those books were hand-copied by a large number of people, and I was also very confused as to why the handwriting... and even the arrangement of the letters in each book were exactly the same, but Saner's description made all my doubts clear. Got the answer. You mean manufacturing? No, no, the professional term is [printing].”

Edward corrected Nathan's misnomer.

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