A strange world

Chapter 477 Section 134. Advanced Elemental Language

"The March tax in Liberty City is 56 kinnars."

Annan, who was forced into the sofa, was surprised: "So few?"

"Our commercial tax is only 10%, and one-third of the tax is paid by the sailors and guests who come with the merchant ships."

It seems that more than 560 gold nuggets were circulated in March... which is not a small amount for a Free City with only 6,000 residents.

"The trade income of Free City in March was 2,323 kinnars. The trade with Count Ulmit contributed 2,000 jinnars, and the rest was from Fast Pants."

"The revenue from Fast Pants should be getting less and less, right?"

"Well, after all, you can make it with just some scraps of canvas. Many coastal towns are already imitating it, and the price is about the same as us... What's interesting is that they also call them Fast Pants."

"It would be great if Fast was a bard." Maybe the profession can be promoted to one level.

"The income from overseas trade, excluding magic images, is 245 gold nairs, which is basically the income from Diagon Alley."

"Where's the magic image?"

"The lag is too high. The revenue for February, which has not yet been calculated, is 285,000 gold."

Magic Image single-handedly supports Liberty City's expenses.

"Including the Magic Record Stone?"

"Um."

"In the future, the magic recording stone will be included in the trade, which will make it easier to calculate the box office. And... build another newspaper office." Annan had some plans.

"Are we going to publish a magic newspaper?" Ingrid asked.

"not the right time yet."

Smart people can see the role of newspapers in propaganda, and they will start to imitate products like Susan Spinning Machine and Fast Pants, such as the Giant Next Door and the Tatooine Empire.

That way Annan would get nothing but the title of "inventor".

Annan plans to reproduce the magic newspaper at the right time and sell it at a good price.

"I just came up with some merchandise with magical images, such as posters, and text versions of "The Fall of the Wizard's Tower," "Betal's Redemption," and "Annan Potter and the Philosopher's Stone."

For the former, just find a bunch of bards and wandering painters at a low price, and for the latter, add "The Law Breaks the Sky".

It’s time for the phrase “thirty years on the east bank of the Pulani River, thirty years on the west bank of the Pulani River” to ring out in Middle-earth.

"I plan to change it to thirty years on the east bank of the Obiris Strait and thirty years on the west bank of the Obiris Strait," Annan said.

“The Strait of Obiris only has north and south shores.”

Annan said nonchalantly: "Just treat it as artistic processing, and some mistakes will increase the spread."

"I don't understand."

"When a person says something wrong, a second person will accuse him. When the second person accuses him, a third person will speak for the first person, a fourth person will echo the second person, and then a fifth person , and the sixth one...mistakes lead to discussion, discussion leads to argument, and argument leads to dissemination.”

Ingrid wondered where this ignorant lord had learned all this "knowledge".

But it's not enough to fill the gap in the mage tower.

"Why not try to sell the magical images outside the Tatooine Empire and the Principality of Keating?" Itilia said.

Annan sighed: "Magic images have no foundation in those places."

Don’t think it’s easy to make money with Magic Image.

Annan's promotion of magical images was based on his relationship with the nobles. When the nobles paid, the wealthy businessmen would pay, and then the common people would follow suit.

The rest is still the same old problem: don't expect the moral standards of the nobles. Even if the magic image sells for 10,000 gold coins, greed will make it not make any money at all, and even make Annan pay for lost work.

"So unless Annan goes there, you won't be able to make money?" the eldest sister said thoughtfully.

Annan raised his head.

"You have just been back for more than ten days." Ingrid reminded him.

"What? I've actually stayed here for so long!"

No city lord would abandon his territory and run around. Itilia drew Annan's attention: "How is your pursuit of elements going?"

"How can you say bad things about me out of thin air! I...I'm just trying to gain the favor of the elemental beings for the future of Liberty City!" Annan defended anxiously.

"Okay~ So what's the result?"

"I remembered that I don't know advanced elemental language yet."

Annan took out the amulet with a nightcap pattern: "So I plan to learn advanced elemental language."

When Mr. Swaro, dressed in a mage's robe, appeared in the living room, Annan humbly hoped that Mr. Swaro would teach him his mastery of advanced elemental languages.

"There is no such spell." The familiar Mr. Swaro looked down at Annan with a familiar look.

Annan asked in surprise: "Can't magic do anything?"

"But it does not include learning knowledge."

Thinking of the importance of the elemental army, Annan had no choice but to sacrifice: "Please teach me the advanced elemental language."

"..."

The teleported light suddenly enveloped the silent Mr. Swaro. When the light faded, Mr. Swaro disappeared into the living room.

"What happened to him?" Annan asked confused.

"You were deceived by Mr. Swaro. All languages ​​can be learned using magic." Itilia said with a chuckle.

Annan couldn't help laughing, and Mr. Swaro almost dug a hole for himself——

At this time, the teleportation glow suddenly appeared again, and Mr. Swaro came back holding a stack of books.

Annan's smile disappeared.

Now a smile appeared on Mr. Swaro's face.

…

At the edge of the forest mountains, a crow flying from the south landed in front of the forest and turned into a short halfling.

A dozen druids wearing clothes woven from vines and wild grasses gathered here, scars like honors covering their devastated flesh.

"Why are you back?" asked an old elf with rough bark growing on his cheeks.

"I...I got there, but it's different there. We were deceived by humans!"

"There are no humans in the bay?" asked a male elf covered in black feathers.

"Yes...but humans are planting trees!"

The attention of the Druid Avengers was attracted by her: "Planting trees?"

"That's right! They plant trees...magic images...skeleton farmers..." Gema described what he saw in Liberty City incoherently.

"Have your consciousness been eroded by chaos?" The old elf's cane knocked on the ground.

"You scared Gemma."

A gentle half-man deer stepped out of the druid, knelt in front of Gema, and caressed her head: "Speak slower..."

"Those humans were really planting trees, and the tree elves were with them... and they even said they knew druids!"

"who is he?"

Gema suddenly regained consciousness and found that he had forgotten Annan's reminder and hesitantly pointed in the direction away from Liberty City: "Well... they are over there, and their lord is called Annan Potter!"

Gema, who was pointing in the wrong direction, became more and more confident as he spoke. He even gestured with his head and said, "He still has a scar on his forehead!"