The next morning.

Sir Brevac's publicity work will take about two days to prepare, during which time no one knows about the official release of Beauty and the Devil in the theater.

Joshua took advantage of this time to take Ciri and Herlan to Nolan's patent council.

It's a building that's only been around for just over a decade, and it looks more like a museum than a state administration.

Although the Patent Council was crowded but not noisy, magicians in various robes hurried through the hall with a large amount of paper, and some foreign visitors of different skin colors were also infected by this orderly atmosphere, and spoke in a whispered manner.

"This way."

It wasn't the first time Herlan had been here, and she had taken Josiu to the registration window, behind which sat a woman with wooden-rimmed glasses, and she looked surprised when she saw herland.

"Herland, is your work finally finished? Finally, I don't need to listen to that professor every day in the future. ”

"Far from it, Sansa......"

Herlan shook her head and denied her speculation that the woman sitting behind the registration window was Herland's classmate at the Academy, a friend who had a very good relationship but sometimes gave Herlan a bit of a headache.

"Haven't finished it for so long? Herland, you still go to the academy to show your face recently, not only the professor but also many boys are thinking about you, speaking of which, today Riccard got four tickets to the National Theater, which is the flower of Falosi, the country of art, Falosi, have you heard of it? It is rumored that where the girl is the most beautiful in the world. ”

“……”

Herlan didn't remind his friends, 'You're a girl, too. She just didn't want to dwell on the subject.

The news that the Nolan National Theatre has recently settled in the Black Swan Theatre Company has also been heard by Herlan a little, because their publicity efforts are so great that Herlan can see several flyers about this troupe every day when he goes out to clean the yard of the alchemy workshop.

At first, Herlan was still a little interested, but since watching Beauty and the Devil, what little curiosity she has about stage plays has disappeared.

The man who has tasted more delicious food will never be nostalgic for the coarse tea and light meal he used to eat, and the stage play is indeed a form of artistic expression that deserves to be recorded in history, but it is still far less interesting than the movie.

"I'll talk about that later, I'm here today to introduce this gentleman who has a brand new invention and wants to apply for a patent registration."

In this way, Herlan quickly ended the topic.

"Patent registration? Please wait a minute. ”

She pulled out a piece of paper from behind the counter that should have an unknown wax mark, and the paper was surrounded by a series of inscriptions, and a vague magic flowed freely on the surface of the paper.

This is a special registration form, Qiao Xiu took this agreement and glanced at the content on it, basically some of the most basic personal information, Qiao Xiu filled in the above information in turn, the name column only wrote his name but did not write the surname, the country column Qiao Xiu thought for a while, but still did not reveal his true identity.

At the end, a country called 'Great Xia' is written.

The ink paintings seen in the White Vitex Theater yesterday can prove that there is indeed some kind of country in this world that is similar to China, and the name is Daxia.

"Room 372, just stand on the teleportation array over there with this badge."

It may be that she was in a hurry to chat with Herlan and did not carefully check what Qiao Xiu had filled in, and she did not even check some relevant documents.

Qiao Xiu held the badge marked 372 in his hand, and in order not to delay the time and not continue to disturb Herlan and her friend to catch up, he asked Ciri to follow him to the teleportation array engraved by the inscription on the side of the window.

The badge flashed pale white inscriptions, and after the momentary weightlessness vanished, Qiao Xiu found himself standing in a cluttered office.

The documents were randomly stacked on the desk in the office, and the surrounding bookshelves were also cluttered, and the most striking thing was an owl standing on the bookshelf, its pupils were staring motionless at Qiao Xiu who suddenly appeared in the room.

Qiao Xiu knocked on the door to signal that a guest was visiting, and the owner in the office also heard Qiao Xiu's knock on the door and suddenly came out from behind the desk.

It was an old man who looked to be over seventy years old, wearing a gray robe that looked a little dirty, and he had the demeanor of Gandalf, the gray-robed mage or melee mage in The Lord of the Rings.

"Ahem, I'm here to apply for patent ownership." Qiao Xiu broke the silence in the room in advance

"Apply? Wait a minute, I'm looking for a letter. ”

He rummaged through the clutter of books on the shelves, and had just pulled out one, when the remaining books poured down like dominoes, directly crushing the poor old man underneath.

Suddenly, pale white inscriptions appeared in mid-air, and the books that had fallen to the ground were shrouded in the same light, and then they floated directly to the far corners of the room.

"These damn books are crushing my old bones." The gray-robed mage stood up from the ground and rubbed his forehead.

The owl standing on the bookshelf seemed to have lost any of it, and flapped its wings and grabbed a piece of paper on the ground with its talons entitled "Can the Inscription of Order Construct the Magic of Remote Communication?" —Letter from the Seventy-second Agenda of the Owl Pen Ppals was placed on the table.

"Here... After two days of searching, I finally found it! ”

The gray-robed mage patted the dust on the letter in surprise, put on his glasses, flipped through the letter, found one of the lines, picked up the quill next to him, wrote the latest answer on it, and rolled up the letter.

The owl next to him jumped on the table, picked up the slightly worn letter and flew out of the window, and the gray owl had not been flying out for long, and a white owl landed by the window again and placed a letter on the table.

Which mage opened the letter and skimmed through it.

"Nonsense! There is no point in constructing a teleportation inscription like this! ”

Angrily, he picked up his pen and wrote a paragraph on the envelope, and then let the owl take the envelope out.

Qiao Xiu, who had witnessed the whole process, finally figured out what the gray-robed mage was doing.

To put it simply, it's 'brushing posts and scolding the landlord for being mentally retarded'.

Qiao Xiu could see the handwriting on the letter clearly in an instant, all the handwriting was different, obviously from the handwriting of different people, who wrote their thoughts on the letter and passed them on to each other through owls, so as to achieve the purpose of discussing without leaving home.

Maybe Qiao Xiu should find a time to write a program for the 'Spellcaster Forum'?