Chapter 0420: Between Good and Evil
The Imaska civilization is so old that there are only a handful of records that have remained in history. This civilization is so sad that it is destroyed by its own slaves.
The evil insect Cayworth sent an Abyssal Priest to Coldwind City to collect the fragments of Imasca, and the ancient evil script left behind by him, along with the oracle bone inscription, became Sophia's key to deciphering the Imasca's script.
Recall the two words revealed before the Abyss Sacrifice was exterminated - 'search' and 'plane'.
Zhou Qingfeng felt a little uneasy, and always felt that there was some secret behind this matter. However, the direct benefit of obtaining the Imaska script for him was the reduction of the tuition fees for the 'Gate of True Knowledge'.
The trick that was originally worth 1,000 bonds now costs only 100 bonds. The level 1 arcane of 10,000 bonds has now been reduced to 5,000.
Sophia was also interested in the ancient script, and she modified the existing arcane spells with hundreds of imasca scripts through a series of permutations.
"Master, your bloodline has a strong amplification effect on Imascalvin.
I would like to borrow your body to unleash the first-level prophecy arcane 'fuzzy intuition', which may solve the difficulty of finding people in your world. ”
The arcane technique of 'fuzzy intuition' is simply for the Divine Stick, and its effect is to give the caster an indeterminate indication.
For example, if you are looking for an object that you don't know where it is, your 'vague intuition' has a chance to tell you that the item is in that direction.
For example, 'in the east'.
As for where exactly the item is on the east side? How far, how deep, and in what state?
Sorry, I don't know.
Take your time.
Sophia can cast this magic stick arcane. But she's only level four at the moment, and the accuracy of using this arcane to get information is low. The information obtained in a row may even be the exact opposite.
However, if the improved version of 'fuzzy intuition' is performed by Zhou Qingfeng, the accuracy will be greatly improved. So he returned to the real world with a vote of maids.
The time in the real world is still the night after the oriole's warning.
"Master, this skill may not be of much use in Faerun, but it is different in your world."
The Mechanical Maggie has learned a lot of science, and now it's time for her to put it into play. Arcie first took Zhou Qingfeng back to the suburban villa and found a large-scale map of Tianyang City.
"Pheren didn't have an accurate map, let alone the means to locate accurately, and it was difficult to move quickly for a long time. So 'fuzzy intuition' is of little use to Faeron.
But in the world of technology, none of this is a problem. ”
Using 'fuzzy intuition' was Alsie's suggestion. She pointed to a dot on the map, "The effective range of this arcane is ten kilometers. If the target is in Tianyang City, then it is not difficult to find him. ”
Zhou Qingfeng had eight first-level arcane spell slots every day.
According to Alsie's idea, he only needs to take a car and move quickly around a few points in the city, and through directional comparison and triangulation, he can know where the reporters from the imperial capital are.
"It's night, and at this point the target should be asleep and won't move. It's easier for us to find it.
As for the issue of accuracy, even if you make a mistake, just try a few more times. ”
Arcie gently hammered the table and said with certainty: "Master, do what I say, you will definitely succeed." ”
Oops...... it's still our witch queen who is the most intimate.
The mechanical magic queen was so confident, Zhou Qingfeng was very relieved. He said to the other strange maids, "Look at the people Alsie, this is the attitude of serving the master." ”
Seven goblins were jumping around on the map, the black cat was dozing off in a corner, and Sophia, the book charmer, pouted at Zhou Qingfeng.
Only the tree spirit Erin asked aggrievedly: "Master, are you talking about me?" ”
Stop ...... and don't use charm on me. I don't eat this set.
At four o'clock in the morning, Arcie turned into a motorcycle, rushed out of the suburban villa with Zhou Qingfeng, and headed to the city center at a gallop.
Sprinkler trucks pass by the street, and the cleaner's broom rattles the ground. It was just before dawn, and there were no people or cars in the city center.
Sophia uses Zhou Qingfeng's body to perform the first 'fuzzy intuition' here, and depicts the target she is looking for as accurately as possible.
But Zhou Qingfeng actually didn't know the specific identity of the person he was looking for, only that he knew that he was a reporter who came from the imperial capital to investigate the smuggling problem.
Luckily, 'fuzzy intuition' gives a general direction, which suggests that the target is indeed within Tianyang City.
East.
As for the east, I don't know.
Zhou Qingfeng spread out the map, found the location of the city center where he was, and drew a fan in the direction given by the 'fuzzy intuition'.
Arcie slammed the throttle, and the 'Jialing' motorcycle drove east at great speed again. After driving about ten kilometers in ten minutes, Zhou Qingfeng cast the spell for the second time.
South.
The second fan is drawn on the map, and the two sectors intersect to create an overlapping area.
"Could it be that the target is at the Tianyang City Government Guest House?" Zhou Qingfeng stared suspiciously at a location in the overlapping area.
"Hosts, better try a few more times. Although your bloodline has a strengthening effect, but you are not of a high level, there is a certain probability that this arcane will go wrong. Arcy reminded dutifully.
So Zhou Qingfeng ran to the third point to cast the spell, and the overlapping area was deviated. Now it's troublesome, and I have to run the fourth point.
By the time the eight casting slots ran out, the map was painted like graffiti. Five or six overlapping areas, I don't know where to go.
"There's no way, let's find them one by one." Zhou Qingfeng was also helpless. But the current situation is better than having no clue.
At this moment, the middle-aged man who was investigating the smuggling situation in Tianyang was lying in a single room in a small hotel, and his mind was dizzy and fell into a dream. In the dream, he has been conducting in-depth research for half a month.
Tianyang does have a large number of 'smuggling' household appliances, furniture and even clothing, and the number is particularly large. But it's hard to say how harmful these things are.
It's not that they bully men and women, do evil, and commit illegal acts, but the people of Tianyang praise these 'smuggled goods' and enthusiastically buy them.
There were also a number of 'anomalies' in the investigation.
For example, why do hundreds of rural households in rural areas send their children to school? How can a low-interest loan of hundreds of dollars alleviate the poverty at the bottom? How does 'harmony' improve employment?
This kind of good deeds spread to hundreds of villages and towns at the bottom of Tianyang, thousands of households, and tens of thousands of people benefited. It doesn't cost much, but the impact is huge.
As long as this persists for two or three years, the enrollment rate of primary and secondary schools in the whole region can increase significantly. I don't know how many peasant children will change their fate.
"Who am I to interrupt this change?"
The middle-aged man suddenly woke up from his dream, sweating profusely. He sat up from the head of the bed and asked himself as he faced the dark room.
For what Zhou Qingfeng did, how much money he made was secondary, and the middle-aged man was surprised to find that 'Holy Light Machinery' had been engaged in charity while making a lot of money.
A large number of children are able to go to school because of the Light. Whether this matter is a fame or a conscience discovery, the benefits are real and far-reaching.
After waking up, the middle-aged man's heart was extremely painful. He was sure that he would poke the problem of Tianyang up, attract the attention of the upper echelons, and send an investigation team.
But what happens after the stab? I don't know anything else, but it's true that at least two to three thousand rural children are dropping out of school.
The middle-aged man himself came from the countryside. In a career spanning more than two decades, he has focused on the dark side of society. He knows too well the suffering of the people at the bottom.
In these years, the cost of a rich person's dog a month can provide for a dozen children to go to school for a year.
Media reports focus more on foreign countries and cities, but how many people are willing to focus on the poor who have no right to speak?
The middle-aged man sighed and sighed, wondering for the first time if he was wrong in this investigation?