Diablo Destruction

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Last time, dozens of H-books were obviously confiscated from Princess Sanwu. I thought this was her last collection.

Unexpectedly, she flipped through it and pulled out another book, and looking at her leisurely and contented energy, she seemed to be able to take out as many as she wanted.

"Little Jasmine, tell me honestly, how many of these books do you still have hidden away?" The book in my hand flashed, and I threw it into the inventory and confiscated it.

Come on, tell me, I'm mentally prepared. Even if you say there is an entire bookshelf... no, even if there is a room full of storage, I can still support it.

Princess Sanwu lowered her head silently, as if she was counting something.

Let this genius child, who can calculate the correct answer to the multiplication of tens of thousands of numbers in two seconds (don't forget that the other world does not have a complete system of scientific multiplication), think for so long...

Are the numbers really that terrifying? Is it really so scary that it takes her more than ten seconds to calculate? ! !

Cold sweat began to form on my forehead.

After a while, she raised her head, her big bright yellow eyes staring at me indifferently, her beautiful pink lips shaped like cherry petals, slightly opened.

"You can have as much as you want."

"What...what does this mean?" The unexpected answer made me swallow hard.

Her fair nose twitched slightly and she took a deep breath. Those of us who knew her well knew that Princess Sanwu's rare speech of more than ten words was about to begin.

"Because all the contents have been engraved in my mind, with my current ability, as long as I have enough paper, I can print two hundred such books a day."

As we watched in stunned silence, Princess Sanwu spoke in one breath in a machine-like tone, paused, and then added another sentence.

"If you rush the work, you can get 300 books a day, 9,000 books a month, 27,000 books a season, 19,500 books a year..."

"That's enough, that's enough..."

I interrupted, holding my forehead with a headache. If she were allowed to continue counting, she might not stop counting for 100 million years.

"So, how much does the master want?"

Princess Sanwu didn't mind being suddenly interrupted and looked at me quietly, like a robot waiting for instructions.

"How much... do you want...?"

I was stunned by Princess Sanwu's question, and my thoughts and concepts were subtly changed. Rogge's stingy consciousness took over. He lowered his head, twirled his fingers and began to think.

If two hundred copies are printed a day according to the normal volume, each copy will cost 50 gold coins. The paper can be purchased directly from the camp at a very low price. A piece of white paper will cost only two silver coins, and a book will cost 100 gold coins. Page up and down, that's two to three gold coins.

If we include the production cost of the hot stamping cover, assuming that the cost is five gold coins, then the net profit will be 45 gold coins.

If we print two hundred copies a day, let me do the math... let me do the math... well, I estimate that I can earn 9,000 gold coins, which is 270,000 gold coins per month, so one year... one year...

"Three million two hundred and eighty-five thousand gold coins, master." Molisa, who was standing by, saw that her master's head was smoking due to the overload, and finally spoke to help.

"Oh, it's three million two hundred and eighty-five thousand gold coins..." I muttered again, and I was suddenly shocked.

Three million two hundred and eighty-five thousand gold coins, what is this concept? I have been working hard for a year and still can't make that much money, but Princess Sanwu is at home and can easily print out the book in her head, and she is a millionaire.

Is this the difference between manual workers and mental workers?

I continued to calculate and calculate, and suddenly I discovered that this princess maid is really a treasure. According to this calculation, after I retire (?) in the future, relying on Princess Sanwu to print h books and sell them, the whole family will have no worries about food and clothing.

More than three million gold coins a year, what is the concept? It is estimated that within ten years, we will be on the list of the top ten richest people in the Dark Continent.

Seemingly seeing through my little idea, Princess Sanwu continued to give a series of suggestions seductively: "The content can be divided into series and sold in sets at a discount. In terms of quality, it can also be divided into three grades: high, medium and low. Release limited collector's editions. If a certain series of books sells well, you can also produce related peripheral products, produce sequels, short collections, extra chapters, or lead to prequels and companion chapters..."

Oh, it turns out it can be like this, a series of H-books? He is indeed a genius child and has a good business acumen.

"Also..." The little ghost on the side also put his little head over.

"If the Holy See is re-established in the future, I, as a saint, can use my power to sell exclusively internally, or bundle sales with doctrines, force believers to buy, and recommend believers to buy..."

Oh, can we still use the power of religion? In this case, it would be difficult to think about underdevelopment.

"How many of you..."

Vilas on the side covered her face and sighed, if the three people really do this, the entire Dark Continent in the future will be even more chaotic than the current hell invasion.

"Ahem, let's not bring up this topic for now, let's continue, continue..." Finally remembering that I came to visit Lena today, I coughed a few times, interrupting this revolutionary discussion.

"What kind of books does Brother Wu want to sell?"

Lena, who was pure in her heart, had no idea what the "strange book" we were talking about was, so she couldn't help but be very curious.

"That... ahem... is a book about how human beings continue to continue... By the way, let's not talk about this. It's rare for you to come. Take a look at the gift I brought you."

I changed the topic while talking nonsense, and sure enough, everyone's attention was focused on my gift.

"When did you prepare the gift?" Vilas, the all-powerful wife, knows me very well, and she clearly didn't see me preparing a gift before she came here.

"Hmph, if you can see through it easily, what's the point?" I hummed proudly, and under everyone's curious eyes, I took out the magic microphone that was almost gathering a layer of dust.

Today, while offering the best gift to my sister, take the first step to conquer the universe with your singing. It is really a way to kill two birds with one stone. This is a victory in terms of IQ. At this moment, my soul is also thinking about my genius idea. And trembling.

"Ahem——"

Whether you are a songwriter or a beginner, you must moisturize your throat before singing. Do you know this is professional ethics...

"Bang bang bang——"

A loud blow cut off my voice.

"What... happened? Brother Wu, I'm looking forward to your gift." Lena, who didn't know what was going on, looked at this side with pale white eyes curiously.

"It's nothing, sister Lena, it's just that Xiaofan, an idiot, forgot where he put the gift, ohhhhhh--"

The culprit of this murder threw himself on the ground. I don’t know whether he was dead or alive. The little ghost I stepped on said with a very fake laugh.

Yep, isn’t it just that you can sing hymns? What’s so great about it?

I squatted in the corner depressedly, looking at the little ghost with eyes full of resentment. This was jealousy, naked jealousy.

"Siruth likes daddy's singing very much." Her young and soft hands gently caressed my lost face, and Sirus said to me with an innocent and pure smile.

Woohoo~~ It’s really better to be my baby girl. At this moment, I was deeply moved...

"Ai Kelu also likes it very much. No matter what song her father sings, Ai Kelu will work hard! Work hard! Listen hard." The twins' heart-to-heart relationship, Ai Kelu, was not to be outdone. I was also moved by her expression.

But does it take that much effort to listen to my songs? And after using three attempts to emphasize the tone in one go, I felt... a little bit slightly uncomfortable.

Forget it, today's plan was temporarily abandoned. At this moment, footsteps were heard outside. I cheered up and strode out of the tent under the curious eyes of everyone. I came back after a while, holding a little lamb in my hand.

Vilas and Sara immediately understood what I meant and couldn't help but smile knowingly and warmly.

The gift I want to give to Lena is a little lamb, a little lamb named Lena.

Since the last lamb incident with Fini, I have completely understood what it means for Willas to raise these white sheep. In a hurry, I bought two more, one named Aikelu and the other named Silus. , in this way, this flock of sheep represents our family.

Giving Lena this lamb represents the acceptance of Lena into our big family.

But, having said that, when these lambs grow up and have children, what should they be named? Just call him Lar, Doug, or Goff...

Forget it, if you take it like this, you will definitely be killed, in every sense...

After knowing the meaning of this little lamb, Lena's face was filled with a bright and moving smile: "Thank you, Brother Wu, this is the best gift I have ever received in my life."

"As long as you like it, it's a pity that you are weak and have to receive Akara's teachings here. Otherwise, we will return to our house together. Vilas has specially reserved a room for you." I rubbed my nose and felt a little regretful. 's sigh.

Regarding Lena's illness, I originally thought that it could be cured by applying a drop of mermaid's blood to Elijah. Who would have expected that the legend that mermaid's blood can cure diseases was simply made up by someone, because it is precious, and because Because it is beautiful, it is natural that it can cure all diseases. This idea is very popular no matter in the world.

In other words, mermaid blood, even golden mermaid blood, has no therapeutic effect, and even the huge energy in it will cause damage to Lena's body.

It wasn't until the evening that we reluctantly left Lena's tent. Lena's quiet and serene temperament, as well as her gentle personality with a hint of vitality, left a great impression on Vilas and the others, and they completely acknowledged it. The existence of this sister.

No, Willas insists on making an extra portion of the three meals for Lena when she is still in the camp. This shows that she also likes this younger sister very much.

Half a month passed in the blink of an eye. I also found some sense of exploring the pseudo-field, and I estimate that I should be able to become proficient in it within three months.

However, I am still a little confused about the hope that the old drunkard and Akara hope that I can become proficient in the pseudo-realm within three months. Why do they say that? Is there anything important happening in three months?

If you can't figure it out, don't think about it. Akala won't hurt me anyway. After I put all the doubts in my mind quite simply, I made a decision - to take Vilas and the others to practice. During the break, I, an experienced person, will take them first. Spend some time in Lugaoyin and get familiar with the environment there.

Before leaving, I have to go to Lena's place to say goodbye. By the way, isn't she studying prophecy? It was just enough for her to calculate, for example, where in the Lugaoyin Desert was the treasure buried, or where was the treasure buried, or where was the treasure buried.

Of course, I definitely did not have this idea because I heard that "the first prediction of a prophet is usually more accurate". It was purely from the perspective of my brother to test Lena's learning results in the past half month. Believe me, Ahem.

"Treasure?"

Lena tilted her head slightly, her sickly and quiet temperament was really endearing.

I closed my eyes and opened them after a while. In an instant, I seemed to see a mysterious and majestic halo spinning in Lena's beautiful pale white pupils. The unattainable divine quality was so fleeting that I couldn’t tell whether it was an illusion.

"The distant desert...the center...under the cemetery...in the molten fire...what you pray for..."

The cold and majestic words were slowly spat out from Lena's lifeless face. This was definitely not her voice. How could that girl with such a quiet and soft voice speak in such a tone?

After saying the last word, Lena seemed to be a different person. The indifferent expression on her face disappeared, and she returned to the quiet and weak Lena. She breathed a sigh of relief, seemed to be a little exhausted, and leaned on the bed. Shaking slightly, a layer of fragrant sweat broke out on his forehead.

"Lena, are you okay?"

I quickly hugged her crumbling body, and the light of the healing spell in my hand slowly spread from her back. I blamed myself in my heart. Damn it. Seeing Akara perform the prophecy spell from time to time, it seems that I have it at my fingertips. , I didn’t expect that it would be such a big burden for Lena.

"It doesn't matter, this is just a low-level prophecy. If you can't handle it, how can you be a prophet in the future?" After a while, Lena's breath calmed slightly, she looked at me softly and said, and then sighed in frustration. A sound.

"It seems that I really need to find a way to train this body in the future, otherwise it won't be able to support even low-level prophecy skills, no matter how powerful it is, it will be useless."

"Well, for sure, don't worry, leave your body to me, brother, and I will definitely find a way to cure it."

I held Lena's hand and gave it a slight squeeze, and said with a firm expression, I don't want the bloody situation in the future where Lena sacrifices herself in order to use the great prophecy technique.

After casting the prophecy spell, Lena's body was very tired. After absorbing the energy of the healing spell, she fell into a deep sleep. I gently covered her with a quilt, carefully wiped the sweat from her forehead, and then tiptoed away. As soon as he opened the tent, he looked at Akara who was smiling.

"Lena's talent is beyond my expectation. She learns quickly and the Great Eye seems to like her very much." She sighed as she walked side by side with Akara on the avenue.

"But her body..." I looked at the sky speechlessly. Maybe it was the wrong decision to let Lena learn prophecy.

"That's right, her body is too weak. No matter how good she is in prophecy, if she doesn't have enough strength to support it, it will be in vain..." Akara pondered and continued.

"But you don't have to worry about this. I think there should be some way to solve it. I have asked people from the Mages Guild to start researching it. I believe a conclusion will be reached soon..."

"Thank you so much."

I responded in surprise. In fact, I had always planned to ask the Mages Guild, but everyone knows how busy the Mages Guild was during this period. Guang brought several research results from Tarasha, including optimizing remote teleportation, energy potions and The mental power potion has made the entire Mages Guild anxious.

After the experiment of optimizing remote transmission was successfully completed, Akara took the initiative to give Farah a holiday, which shows how hard Farah had been for nearly a year. Otherwise, how could Akara, an old vampire fox who is good at exploiting people, take the initiative to offer Let him rest?

Under such circumstances, it is hard for me to ask the Mage Guild to allocate part of its strength to treat Lena. Her disease is not the first in the Dark Continent. There has been no perfect treatment method for hundreds of thousands of years. I want to solve it. Easier said than done?

"Don't be too busy thanking me for now. Even if the medicinal materials are researched and hard to find, I might have to bother you to make a trip." Akara said with a smile.

"No problem, as long as it's to treat Lena's disease, I'll take care of whatever you want." I immediately patted my chest and assured.

While chatting with Akara, we also talked about the possible treasure hiding place that Lena predicted for me.

In the center of the distant desert, under the cemetery, aren't they talking about the seven ancient tombs of the Horadric tribe? And in the molten fire, it should be the one you found after killing Duriel and entering the cave at the back. The lava platform is gone.

I remember there was an altar on the platform, and I also got an inexplicable stone from there, and there was a door at the end. Could it be that the treasure Lena mentioned was there?

I have already mentioned it to Farah about the door with many magic devices. I wonder if he has gone to check it in person? Thinking of this, I immediately told Akara my doubts.

"We have also sent mages to look at the gate you mentioned, but the magic mechanisms there are exquisite magic circles left behind by the ancestors of the Horadric tribe in ancient times. They cannot be cracked for a while, so we can only give up temporarily. .”

"Why give up? There must be a lot of good things right away." I was very sorry to hear such a reason.

"Maybe, but what if the monster above is sealed? It's also possible." Akara glanced at me.

"The key thing is that cracking those magics requires a lot of manpower and material resources. In fact, like that door, our alliance has discovered more than a hundred places protected by magic agencies, but..." She sighed.

"After all, the Mage Guild still doesn't have enough manpower. The things at hand have not yet been solved. How can we spare the energy to study those unknown blessings and disasters?"

Thinking about it, I only know about the seven scrolls that Tarasha brought back, which only researched on optimizing long-distance transmission and energy potions, mental power potions, and the recently discovered resistance potions, and the research on absorbing life energy. The incomplete scrolls of the Mage Guild are really a big deal, and it feels like they won’t be able to finish them even if they study for another hundred years.

Forget it, let Akara, the big boss, worry about this kind of thing. I'd better deal with the next trip to Lu Gaoyin first.

The day after we said goodbye to Lena, our family packed the packages, including our two precious daughters. I also asked for leave from Akara and took them with me. Don’t forget that Lugaoyin is their hometown.

Teleportation is convenient. The two-month journey from the camp to Lugaoyin, which was full of dangers, was reached with just a flash of white light. After the white light, there was a smiling Aunt Sari, and three of Lal and the others.

"Baby girl, I miss you so much."

It was a pity that Lal had the upright and serious face of a paladin and a handsome beard. As soon as he saw Sarah, his whole face was revealed, and he came towards her crying.

"Dad, mom——"

Sarah, whom she hadn't seen for a long time, was also very happy. She shouted excitedly like a little oriole, and rushed forward quickly. She quickly passed by Lar who was rushing towards her, threw herself into the corner of her eyes with tears in her eyes, and stood there with a smile. saree aunty's arms.

"Sarah, wuwu~~, you can't do this to daddy!"

He came up to her excitedly, but was completely ignored by his daughter. La La suddenly burst into tears.

"Look at you like this, why are you crying? Don't you still have a good son-in-law like me?" I smiled wickedly and stepped forward to hug Lal. He cried even more miserably.

"Uncle Lar..."

Two childish voices finally saved Lar's mind, and he picked up the two little angels. The look on Lar's face was serious and firm.

"Okay, from now on you are my daughters."

"I am their father, and I am Sarah's husband. You must be a grandpa too, you bastard!!" I gave him a wry smile from behind.

The two cops, Doug and Goff, seem to have grown a lot after not seeing each other for a year. They are almost as tall as the blacksmith in Rasuk. I really wonder if they will one day be as tall as Quarkes. The height of a giant among barbarians.

Although I haven’t returned to Lu Gaoyin’s home for nearly a year, Aunt Lisa, who lives next door, often comes over to clean when she is free, so the house is still clean, allowing Princess Sanwu to show off her talents. A little disappointed.

Of course, it is impossible for ordinary people to see such emotions from her face. Only people like me and Vilas, who have been with her for a long time, can occasionally glimpse her emotional fluctuations.

"I didn't expect that my precious daughter would also keep up with my pace. Woohoo~~ I'm so touched. Okay, from now on, let us, father and daughter, work together and experience it together."

Then he looked at me with an "excessive" look, and then looked at Sarah: "It's okay if you don't want this stupid boy, dad will find you a better one..."

Before I could say anything, Aunt Lisa's kitchen knife had already flown straight past the kitchen and was inserted into the wall less than a centimeter away from Lal's cheek. The bright blade made Lal afraid to take a bite.

"Sorry, my hand slipped."

Aunt Lisa walked out of the kitchen and laughed. While taking the knife, she also dragged Lar into the kitchen. The door was locked with a bang, and then there were faint and inhumane screams. There was something coming from inside...