Lu Bai accelerated the arrangement of the divine battle in Famor, day and night. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The various rare materials obtained from the fish god Ramos, the goblin pseudo-Divine Cyr, and the two preparatory female popes who had worked hard to collect were consumed by Lu Bai like flowing water.

Lu Bai used it with a lot of liver pain, but there was no way-

The divine war with the spirit of the twin demons may break out at any time.

And Lu Bai knows very well that if he can't settle the situation in one battle, the follow-up troubles will only increase, and will definitely not decrease.

But in his busy schedule, Lu Baiye got unexpected good news.

The secret paper workshop, which Lu Bai had high hopes for, finally came up with paper products that met Lu Bai's requirements.

White paper, yellow paper, and even hand paper!

It's just that, unlike Lu Bai's original design, these paper products that have finally been manufactured are no longer just using manpower and equipment, but still use fantasy power, or to be more precise, use magic skills.

Ivy Fryn is really a genius, she actually creatively used Lu Bai's transformed Divine Power Cleansing Technique to continuously separate the thickness and fineness of the papermaking pulp, and used the Divine Power Vortex Shield with the Divine Power Water Element to continuously grind and stir the pulp.

There were also two paper-making craftsmen who made something suitable for papermaking.

In the end, all kinds of paper that Lu Bai needed and didn't need were created in a steady stream.

"Very good, very good!"

After experimenting with the yellow paper, and was pleasantly surprised to find that his enchantment talisman technique could finally enter the formal research and development stage, Lu Bai was overjoyed.

After all, although he had hoped, after experiencing the failure of various experiments at the beginning, Lu Bai thought that the enchanting talisman technique he wanted to develop would go through hundreds of failures like Edison looking for a light bulb silk in order to get the beautiful result he wanted.

I didn't think it would happen, but it was done once!

Since this was the case, Lu Bai did not hesitate to make persistent efforts and continued to study his enchantment talisman technique in depth.

For example, to test the limit of the amount of power that can be stored in the Enchantment Talisman.

For example, to test the type of mana that can be stored in the Enchantment Talisman.

Lu Bai, who has the greatest magic talent, doesn't even need to ask for help from others at all, and does all the work alone.

It's just that in Lu Bai's palatial new home, explosions soon came out one after another, and the most violent one even directly destroyed most of the house.

Fortunately, Lu Bai didn't have a little defense, so he killed his younger brother and disabled his father's Nobel Prize, so although the house was blown up to slag, Lu Bai tried his best to ensure that everyone was safe and sound.

However, in order not to cause a riot, after asking Ivy Flynn and Diana to pacify the crowd, Lu Bai relocated the laboratory to the wilderness.

The explosion lasted for three whole days.

Three days later, in Lu Bai's wilderness laboratory, which had been bombed into a big pit, there was a hoarse voice and an earth-shattering laughter.

The sound of wild laughter, of course, belonged to Lu Bai.

It's just that he didn't know what Lu Bai was laughing at, it was a secret that he didn't tell anyone.

As everyone knows, just after Lu Bai laughed wildly, whether it was the old town of Famore or the new town of Famor, on both sides of the gate of every house and on the big tree at the entrance of the alley, there were yellow notes like ghostly drawings.

The clergy of the Six Dao Sect who pasted these yellow notes told the people that these were gifts from the gods, and that sticking them to their homes would turn evil into good fortune, peace and joy, and that they were extremely valuable runes.

Of course, the pasted runes cannot be moved, and if they do, they will become invalid.

The families of the believers of the Six Dao Sects were extremely happy and honored to accept these gods, and even some families carefully carried out various protection and reinforcement around the "Divine Rune".

The runes given by the Lord must be good!

The Six Daoists all think so.

What a good thing this man who walks under the crown of the world is to say good things to the people he shelters!

The other people who live in the new town of Famor, but do not believe in the six true gods, look at those yellow paper runes with envy in their eyes, who would not know that the door of their houses can be pasted with yellow paper runes by the way, just because they are lucky to have their home in the new town of Famor?

But there is always someone who is different.

For example, the bard Honoré Balzac, who fled from the small town of Hadacán, was keenly aware of what others had not noticed.

This never-before-seen thing called yellow paper turned out to be, unexpectedly...... Can be used for writing?!

Honoré Balzac was a bard, and bards are arguably one of the few professions that most habitually deal with words other than spellcasters.

As a bard, Honoré Balzac, in addition to his instrument, the mandolin, carried on his back the most valuable treasure that Balzac's family had accumulated over several generations—twenty-six parchment scrolls full of words.

Most of the parchment scrolls contain musical scores, and a few of them contain anecdotes and anecdotes...... The story of Balzac's fathers and his own creation.

These parchment rolls are no ordinary parchment rolls.

In order to be able to preserve them for a long time, to prevent insect bites, water immersion and fire, these parchment rolls are specially treated, and the ink used is also very expensive magic ink!

No way, the parchment rolls are really not that easy to carry.

So this new writing medium, called yellow paper, which had never been seen before, easily attracted the attention of Honoré Balzac.

It's thin! It folds!

Unlike sheepskin, which can only be made into rolls by roll!

Not...... I don't know if this yellow paper is expensive or not.

No way, although Honoré Balzac is in his early thirties, he is still only a very unprofitable non-famous bard because of his obsession with creating stories.

Luckily, here in Newtown Farmor, the competition for the bard industry is not fierce, and the Six Paths Order is surprisingly fond of finding all sorts of reasons for the people to come together and have fun.

Tonight, for example, Honoré Balzac will sing as a bard in the Grand Place of the 2nd arrondissement.

The new town of Famore is divided into four streets, and in the center of each district is a large square with lush vegetation and a small lake.

When night falls, people gather spontaneously in the large square where the street lamps are lit, or to eat and take a walk, pass the time or stay up.

The bard performances that take place from time to time in the main square also increase the probability that the residents of Newtown will visit the main square.

So gradually, some people began to set up stalls in the big square after dark, occupying the feng shui treasures under the street lamps, or selling all kinds of small items, or making some food on the spot, for people to buy to support their families.

Today's new town of Famor, plus the floating residents, including the business travelers passing by, already has 80,000 people, and the consumption potential is not small.

After relaxing in the main square, most of the people returning home will be able to sleep well, and the next day will be able to welcome a new day and ...... Duplicate work.

These are undoubtedly Lu Bai's designs and requirements.

First, Lu Bai didn't want his territory to have only screws and no one.

The work efficiency will be different depending on the mentality, isn't it?

Of course, because of his location, the bard Honoré Balzac didn't think as much about Lu Bai, and he only expressed a moderate amount of gratitude to Lu Bai for allowing him to live in peace in the present - every few days, he went to the Temple of the Six True Gods to pray.

As a bard, Honoré Balzac, the god of poetry must of course be served, but also because of being a bard, Balzac could offer the power of faith to other gods who could help and shelter him, which is a legitimate practice that even the god of poetry advocates.

Even in bard circles, there is a technical term used to refer to this additional sacrifice – worship.

Because there is no need to make too many offerings, most bards choose to pay homage to other gods who help every seven days.

Originally, Balzac didn't plan to go to the Temple of the Six Paths today, he had already done the worship of this week, but after seeing the yellow paper runes posted everywhere on the street, he suddenly changed his mind.

Balzac, who had planned to go straight to the main square of the second district, turned a corner and arrived at the nearest temple.

It was a small temple in the neighborhood, with a floor area of only twenty or thirty square meters at most, that is, it could accommodate the statues, pulpits, and benches that each temple must have.

Stationed in the temple of this block was a mixed-race dwarf probationary priest about the same age as Balzac, this priest had a terrifying height far beyond that of a normal dwarf, even a little taller than Guo Xiaosi!

Seeing the half-race dwarf priest, Balzac secretly breathed a sigh of relief - fortunately, I was quite familiar with this priest, and I really didn't know how to open my mouth to find out the news of the yellow paper when I changed other priests.

"Monsieur Balzac, come to worship again?"

Seeing Balzac walk into the temple of the block, because there happened to be no other believers in the temple, the half-breed dwarf probationary priest who was doing nothing greeted Balzac with a smile.

Seriously counted, this half-breed dwarf trainee priest was one of the few fans of Balzac's bards.

"Mm-hmm, Leon, you're right, I'm here to worship. ”

Balzac replied with a push, and then he really prayed for a moment with his hands clasped to his chest in front of the six roulettes in the temple.

Here, after all, it is the temple under the crown of Tyrrell Kaspersky, and Balzac, as the indigenous people of this world, does not dare to even worship the gods, so he asks things first.

But after the service......

"Leon, on my way over, I saw a lot of priests of the Six Dao Order, posting the guardian yellow paper runes given under the crown of the Six True Gods along the street, why didn't you go to help?"

Balzac asked seemingly casually.

"I want to help, those are all runes made by my lord himself, but the problem is ...... I happened to be on duty today. ”

It's okay not to ask, but when he asked, the face of the half-race dwarf trainee priest Leon immediately drooped listlessly.

"Oh, then you're not lucky, but you don't have to worry too much, I guess since this God-given grace has a first, then there must be a second and a third, after all, everyone knows that our crown is both merciful and generous. ”

These words were Balzac's words of comfort to the trainee pastor he knew well, and they were also his sincere words from the bottom of his heart.

After all, when Lu Bai lit the divine fire, Balzac was lucky to witness the whole process of the grand hot pot sacrament, and also shared a bowl of hot pot sacrament that made his body much better!

It was because of that hot pot communion that Balzac, who had originally planned to take refuge in Citizen City for a while, and then try to wander to other safer cities, that he changed his mind and settled in the new town of Famor.

"Yes, yes, my lord's generosity and kindness surpass all gods! This glorious devotional for my lord will have a chance in the future! Oh yes, I almost forgot what I was doing, Balzac, you can write, right?"

Balzac's words of relief reinvigorated the melancholy clerk-by-storey, and he soon remembered another thing that could share the sorrow of the Lord.

"Of course I can write, in fact I am proficient in writing universal, elven, and dwarven scripts...... Leon, why are you asking this all of a sudden?"

By saying this, Balzac brought out one of the natural skills of a bard – bragging.

In fact, Balzac was able to write fluently only in the general language, and he didn't know much about the elven script and the dwarven script, that is, he could only know one or two baskets of the big characters.

"That's great! Wait for me!"

The trainee priest Leon believed Balzac's words, and he turned away with joy.

After a short rest, the probationary priest returned to Balzac, only to have a thin stack of snow-white paper in his hand.

"It's ...... What?"

Balzac asked uncertainly, he actually felt that these snow-white white papers were somewhat similar to the yellow paper runes posted on the street, but he was not sure after all.

"This is a blank piece of paper! a white piece of paper for writing, a special creation of the great and divine Lord for all the writers of this world!"

The trainee priest, Leon, announced loudly to Balzac with great pride.

Balzac listened in awe, and he even straightened his spine involuntarily, after all, he did feel a glimmer of divine power from the white paper that Leon was holding—although it may be the reflection of the white paper.

"Monsieur Balzac, our lord has sent down an oracle that we, lowly shepherds, may give a small amount of this blank paper to some of the scribes in the new town, that you may write in a new way, and create a new ...... History!"

Balzac's awe-inspiring attitude made the tone of the trainee priest Leon more and more proud, or rather arrogant.

Fortunately, Leon did not just talk and practice, and while speaking, he also handed the pile of white paper he was holding in his hand to Balzac.

There are not many blank sheets, only ten sheets, and the size is only equivalent to a piece of A4 paper.

But these ten pieces of paper, as Leon said, are about to be opened...... A new history!

As long as Lu Bai, who created the white paper and sent down such oracles, did not fall before the white paper was spread.

---Secant---

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(To be continued.) )