Not talking about the dark elf's relationship with Joshua and the devil, Mrs. Caesar had already guessed the identity of Joshua, and then she asked the dark elf a few more questions.
From the conversation, Mrs. Caesar found that this dark elf seemed to be very scruples about Joshua's true identity, as if revealing any identity information about Joshua to her, her head would be at risk.
This is very strange for an organization that specializes in selling intelligence, and it can be said to be a taboo that will affect employer relations.
"Don't you stay and watch the final performance before leaving?"
A large part of the information that Mrs. Caesar wanted to know belonged to the dark elf's silence, and she swore that this was the worst intelligence dealer she had ever met in her life.
But bad attitude is one thing, this dark elf's abilities are another.
The Blackwood family has already been connected with the elves living in the forest, and she doesn't mind recruiting another dark elves.
"I'm sorry, Duchess of Blackwood, I'm not interested in that childish show."
The dark elf accepted part of the remuneration and did not intend to continue to stay too much, and her reply made Mrs. Caesar's inner anger rise by another level.
"A childish performance? Then what kind of performance is considered childish in the eyes of your dark elves?"
While Mrs. Caesar had foreseen the end of the stage play era, the Black Swan troupe's influence was second to none in the world.
Unfortunately, this is also limited to human audiences, and other races are not very interested in this kind of drama of human beings.
"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 written by those screenwriters. I'm past the age of looking forward to this kind of fairy tale."
After performing an unknown etiquette to Mrs. Caesar, the dark elf pushed open 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 remarks had somewhat irritated her.
"Don't go after her, you can't catch her."
Mrs. Caesar quickly controlled the anger in her heart. Which dark elf told the truth, Mrs. Caesar also knew this.
The performance of the stage play is too romantic. Although there are many audiences in the Farosi, it has always failed to attract some "savages" and inhuman races.
The most famous of them 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. Caesar originally thought that "Beauty and the Devil" had a larger audience than the stage play, but in the eyes of some people, it was always a fairy tale that should have been forgotten.
Now Mrs. Caesar can only hope that there is a screenwriter who can write a script that will conquer these "savages".
…
Josh burped.
The World's Fair is worthy of being a gathering of elites from all over the world. The food on the table tastes great, and it is self-service.
The only pity is that the buffet area is a bit far from Nolan's center stage area, and after the Hearthstone demo, Joshua came here to solve the lunch problem.
Of course, the conscientious female knight and Ciri, Joshua's assistant, were also with him.
"Just relying on this chat window can I really learn your... programming?"
Standing next to the dining table, Ciri opened a new chat window that Joshua gave him with one hand. According to Joshua, this "chat window" is open source.
And Nolan's patent council's speaker, the gray-clothed man, defeated the desireless archbishop's reward is this open-source applet.
Ciri, a practical spell caster, was completely unable to see anything useful in this pile of inscription sequences.
"You don't need to understand, you just have 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 magic machine that appeared, and came all the way across the crowd.
"Finally got rid of the troublesome old stubbornness."
The man in gray walked all the way to Qiao Xiu, and the owl standing on his shoulder shook his chubby head.
A few feathers fell from above, and the man in grey grabbed one of them, and took a blank parchment from his sleeve.
"Come... it's your turn to fulfill the contract."
The man in grey seemed to intend to record what Joshua dictated directly on the parchment.
The legacy of ancient civilizations is rarely preserved in the form of books, and most spellcasters believe that this mysterious knowledge is spread by some special method.
"Don't panic, Speaker Rusk, what you want is here."
A pale white crystal appeared in Qiao Xiu's hand, which was the installation package for the open source chat window.
The entire exhibition work of the World Exposition was presided over by the man in gray and a wizard in white robes. His name and position in Nolan were clear even without investigation.
"This is… "
"A small gift." Joshua threw the crystal formed by magic in his hand to the man in gray, and the crystal 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-robed man learned was based on an order system like those of the white-robed mages. When he tried to understand the composition of this form, a series of complex inscription sequences appeared in front of him.
The number of inscription sequences was astonishing, and in his memory, the most complex magic he constructed would not use such a large number of inscriptions.
If these inscriptions were taken apart individually, the gray-clothed people would understand all of them, but if they were arranged in a line, the gray-clothed people couldn't understand them at all.
"Don't think of them as inscription affixes for spellcasting, just treat them as the most basic English letters."
Joshua gave the grey one a hint.
The old man who was almost over 100 years old rubbed his eyebrows, calmed down and continued to observe the composition of these inscriptions, and found that they were only the simplest English words, but the man in gray soon discovered some of the rules...
"Incredible knowledge, I need a while to study, no... a long time!"
The man in gray who got the new inscription method even ignored Qiao Xiu and walked quickly outside the Crystal Palace with his owl.
"He... won't be crazy."
Seeing the old man in gray robe, Ciri asked in a low voice in Josh's ear.
"After all, this is knowledge spanning several eras..."
When Qiao Xiu's words just fell, the stage in the center of the entire Crystal Palace issued a wave of sighs.
Because what is on display on the stage now is a magic machine called a magic energy perpetual motion machine, Qiao Xiu can barely see the magic machine displayed on the center stage from a distance.
The so-called perpetual motion machine is just a gimmick. In Qiao Xiu's view, this magic machine is an improved version of the steam engine, but it only turns the power into magic.
But before you know it, today has become a point of divergence in the world's transition from the Middle Ages to the industrial age.
Volume 3 Web of Magic