Chapter 477 134. Advanced Elemental Language
“The March tax in Liberty City is 56 gold.”
Annan, who was forcibly pressed into the sofa, said in surprise: “So little?”
“Our commercial tax is only 10%, and one-third of the tax is the expenses of sailors and guests who come with the merchant ships.”
It seems that 560 gold naars were circulated in March The above... This is not a small amount for a Free City with only 6,000 residents.
"The trade income of Free City in March was 2,323 kinnars, and the trade with Count Ulmit contributed 2,000 jinnars, and the rest was from Fast Pants."
"Fast Pants The income should be getting less and less, right?”
“Well, after all, it can be made with just some scraps of canvas. Many coastal towns are already imitating it, and the price is about the same as us... What’s interesting is that They also call them Fast Pants."
"It would be great if Fast was a bard." Maybe he could be promoted to one level.
“Overseas trade income, excluding magic images, is 245 gold, which is basically the income from Diagon Alley.”
"Where's the Magic Image?"
"The lag is too high. The revenue for February, which has not yet been calculated, is 285,000 gold."
The Magic Image supports it by itself. cost of Liberty City.
"Including the Magic Record Stone?"
"Yes."
"In the future, the magic recording stone will be included in the trade, which will make it easier to calculate the box office. And... build another newspaper office." Annan had some plans.
"Are we going to publish a magic newspaper?" Ingrid asked.
“It’s not the time yet.”
Smart people can see the role of newspapers in publicity, and they will start to imitate them like Susan spinning machines and Fast pants, such as the ones next door Titans, Empire of Tatooine.
That way Annan would get nothing but the title of "inventor".
Annan plans to reproduce the magic newspaper at the right time and sell it at a good price.
“I just came up with some merchandise with magical images, such as posters, and text versions of "The Fall of the Wizard's Tower," "Betal's Redemption," and "Annan Potter and the Philosopher's Stone."
For the former, just find a bunch of bards and wandering painters at a low price, and for the latter, add "The Law Breaks the Sky".
It’s time for the phrase “thirty years on the east bank of the Pulani River, thirty years on the west bank of the Pulani River” to ring out in China.
"I am going to change it to thirty years on the east bank of the Obiris Strait and thirty years on the west bank of the Obiris Strait." Annan said.
"There are only north and south shores of the Obiris Strait."
Annan said nonchalantly: "Just treat it as artistic processing, and some mistakes will increase the spread."
"I don't understand."< br>
“When a person makes wrong remarks, a second person will accuse him. When the second person accuses him, a third person will speak for the first person, and a fourth person will echo the second person, Then the fifth, the sixth... Errors lead to discussions, discussions lead to arguments, and arguments lead to dissemination."
Ingrid wondered where this unlearned lord learned it. of these "knowledges".
But it's not enough to fill the gap in the mage tower.
“Why not try to sell the magical images outside of the Tatooine Empire and the Principality of Keating?” Itilia said.
Annan sighed: "Magic Image has no foundation in those places."
Don't think that Magic Image can make money easily.
Annan's promotion of magical images is based on his relationship with the nobles. When the nobles paid, the wealthy businessmen would pay, and then the common people would follow suit.
The rest is still the same old problem: don't expect the moral standards of the nobles. Even if the magic image sells for 10,000 gold coins, greed will make it not make any money at all, and even make Annan pay for lost work.
"So unless Annan goes there, you won't be able to make money?" The eldest sister thought thoughtfully.
Annan raised his head.
"You have just been back for more than ten days." Ingrid reminded him. "What? I've stayed so long!"
No city lord would abandon his territory and run around. Itilia drew Annan's attention: "How is your pursuit of the elements going?"
"Why did you say bad things about me out of thin air! I...I just I am trying to gain the favor of the elemental beings for the future of Liberty City!" Annan defended anxiously.
"Okay~ So what's the result?"
"I remembered that I don't know advanced elemental language yet."
Annan took out the amulet with a nightcap pattern. : "So I plan to learn advanced elemental language."
When Mr. Swaro, dressed in a mage's robe, appeared in the living room, Annan humbly hoped that Mr. Swaro would teach him how to master advanced elemental languages.
"There is no such spell." The familiar Mr. Swaro looked down at Annan with a familiar look.
Annan asked in surprise: "Can't magic do everything?"
"But it does not include learning knowledge."
Thinking of the importance of the Elemental Legion, Annan I had no choice but to sacrifice: "Please teach me the advanced elemental language."
"..."
The teleported glow suddenly enveloped the silent Mr. Swaro. When the glow faded, Mr. Swaro disappeared into the living room.
"What happened to him?" Annan asked puzzled.
"You were deceived by Mr. Swaro. All languages can be learned using magic." Itilia said with a chuckle.
Annan couldn't help laughing, and Mr. Swaro almost dug a hole for himself——
At this time, the teleportation glow suddenly appeared again, and Mr. Swaro came back holding a stack of books.
Annan's smile disappeared.
Now, a smile appeared on Mr. Swaro's face.
......
On the edge of the forest mountains, a crow flying from the south landed in front of the forest and turned into a short halfling.
A dozen druids wearing clothes woven from vines and wild grasses gathered here, scars like honors covering their devastated flesh.
"Why are you back?" asked an old elf with rough bark growing on his cheeks.
"I...I got there, but it's different there. We were deceived by humans!"
"There are no humans in the bay?" asked a male elf wearing black feathers.
“Yes…but humans are planting trees!”
The attention of the Druid Avengers was attracted by her: "Planting trees?"
"Yes! They plant trees...magic images...skeleton farmers..." Gemma described the people of Liberty City incoherently. knowledge.
"Have your consciousness been eroded by chaos?" The old elf's cane knocked on the ground.
“You scared Gemma.”
A gentle half-man deer stepped out from the druid, knelt in front of Gemma, and stroked her head: “Speak slowly. A little..."
"Those humans were really planting trees, and the tree elf was with him... and said he knew the Druid!"
"Who is he?"
Gema suddenly regained consciousness. , realizing that he had forgotten Annan’s reminder, he hesitated and pointed in the direction away from Liberty City: "Well... they are over there, and their lord is called Annan Potter!"
Pointing to the grid in the wrong direction. The more Ma spoke, the more confident she became. She even gestured with her head and said, "He still has a scar on his forehead!"
(End of Chapter)