On Alfalfa Street, Andy is looking through the books accumulated by his father.
It's not impossible to do this kind of thing in simulation, but simulation requires you to think about the method first before taking action. Once you don't think about it in advance, it is easy to overlook some places.
So Andy still read it himself to check it out.
Almost all of them are long poems. When Andy was in high school, he did a lot of copying modern poems to chase girls, so he can barely be considered to have some taste.
Most of the poems are extremely beautiful, and I think so. In a world where the culture of long poems has been developed for thousands of years, there is certainly no shortage of excellent works, not to mention high standards.
But these are not what Andy wants to see. What he wants to know is whether there is another type of work.
Poems cannot all be written by masters, there must be apprentices. Works that are worthless in the eyes of masters may hide the door to a new world.
"Dad, why are they all like this and not that?" Andy dropped the book in his hand and said, he couldn't learn this kind of thing.
Dad put down his pipe and said angrily: "What kind of things are there, only this kind."
"Really? I saw you looking at me that day."
The old man choked on the cigarette and coughed repeatedly.
Andy hurriedly went over and patted him on the back, "It's okay to guard against children. Now that I'm an adult, why should I guard against him?"
"What are you doing, sir? You just turned 16 in February this year."
"It's not important, but the book is very important. Dad, please take out your collection and show it to me."
The father sighed, slid down from the chair and stood up, "In principle, these poems are not recognized by the city. If you read them, don't talk about them everywhere. If you are targeted by people from the city, it will be very troublesome.
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School? Andy glanced at the girl next to him with a very low sense of presence, and heard her whisper: "The topmost force in the speculative system, but there are also scholars and masters from other systems. It is bigger than the Lang family, but there are many internal systems
With the combined forces, the profession of bard falls under it."
Andy nodded, feeling that it was a bit tricky. With such a giant controlling the publishing sector, it wouldn't affect his plan.
I followed my father into the dark little house, and saw him stopping in front of an object that looked like an oil lamp. He lit it for a long time, slapped it twice, then turned around with a curse and went back to the house.
"You wait first."
Only then did Andy realize that it was not an oil lamp, but something with a rather delicate shape, similar to a gas lamp.
Andy whispered: "What is that?"
"The core of the creation of the magic machine system is the material-energy conversion device. The advanced one can convert materials into each other. Like this, it should convert ordinary energy into light energy."
Andy didn't quite understand, because what Noah said sounded more like something from science fiction.
Dad came back soon, holding a shimmering stone in his hand, stuffing it somewhere in the belly of the lampshade, and patted it twice. This time the lamp finally lit up with a gentle white light.
"You can read it yourself, and I'll pack some food for you." After saying that, Dad waved his hands and went out.
Andy squatted down and flipped through it, and found that there was indeed what he was thinking of. Although the world is different, as long as people are still there, the things created will probably not be much different.
If the quiet and beautiful poem outside is a fragrant and pleasant garden, then this place is simply a smelly toilet. The two are completely different.
Perhaps due to the suppression of the school city, these works are rarely circulated in the world, so that except for the occasional one or two where you can see some skills and techniques, the others are simply display manuals of the Eighteen Forbidden Periods.
And because the genre is all long narrative poems, it is even more confusing to read.
After flipping through a few more books, Andy turned around and found that Noah was also flipping through a book.
As he walked in, he saw the girl's elf ears twitching slightly, and she hid the book behind her with a screeching sound.
Andy's heart moved, he looked behind Noah and shouted: "Dad?"
The girl did not look back. Instead, her eyes widened and she took two steps back.
Oops, I made a mistake, I forgot to hide my inner thoughts.
Andy, who had lost Noah's trust, spent a lot of time trying to figure out what Noah was looking at.
But judging from her red eyes and the type of book here, it's probably not a good book.
While he was turning around, the girl threw the book back into the pile.
Andy shook his head in amusement.
While having lunch, he asked: "Dad, the books you collect should not only be for reading, but also useful places for reading?"
The father nodded, "Those things in the school city are not for us people to talk about, because they can't attract customers at all. The main money is made by those inside. As long as we are careful, no one will care about us little people."
Seeing that it was exactly what he expected, Andy breathed a sigh of relief. Since there was a demand, it meant there was nothing wrong with his idea.
So after eating, he took Scarlett, who had been playing with little Jasmine all morning, back to Wolf Castle.
First, I used a miracle seed to increase the harmony of my environment.
The Miracle Seed is consumed very quickly, and it seems that it only lasts for a month. Fortunately, judging from the digestion progress, it is enough for him to level up.
After that, Andy started to set the direction for the simulation while practicing.
The content on the fate simulation page is still the same as the last simulation.
After Andy thought everything through, he resumed the simulation that was paused last time.
[That day, when you visited your father, you learned a lot of information from him.
The structure and structure of the "storytellers" in this world are very complete, and there are enough potential users. It can be said that there is a very strong atmosphere of listening to books. However, because the upper levels are controlled by sublimators, the genre of books is too single, with only poetry.
Limited to genre, its narrative has great flaws.
A bold idea pops up in your mind. You might be able to bring novels and storytellers into the world.
If successful, as a pioneer, you will be able to gain a lot of benefits, such as improving your reputation, increasing your source of power, guiding public opinion, and fulfilling your adopted son status.
Just do what you say, you find Noah and start working as a translator from another world, but Noah tells you that the reputation caused by fabricated things will not increase your source of power.
You smiled and said, "Although I don't understand Yuanli, I understand reputation. It's no problem if I need to tell the truth. I can write about anything."
So you painted your experience of fighting against the Night Cult believers, painted it with colors, put it on a bracket, and finally put it in a layered, desire-inducing box.
What can be finished in 30,000 words is to prepare you to write 300,000 words.
From the analysis of Noah's eyes gradually widening and staring at you from time to time, she must be shocked, so you are very confident in your work.
That night, after you coaxed Noah to leave, you secretly wrote the beginning, "Xiao You's cultivation talent is not ideal."
This is because Noah mentioned during the day that afterglow and first nightmare sources correspond to positive reputation and negative reputation respectively. Neutral reputation applies to both, and you master both sources at the same time, and both of them need to be improved at the same time.