Become a wizard lord with a copy system

Daniel Hawkins wrote one of the stories of One Thousand and One Nights in a rented house in the slums last time, and this time he continued to write.

After all, he was idle anyway, and the whole competition would end, plus the rest time, he would stay here for almost a month, although he couldn't finish all the stories of One Thousand and One Nights in this month, unlike the computer, because he used a "feather pen" to type.

Moreover, there are many versions of One Thousand and One Nights, and he even read a version with more than four million words before crossing. Hey, as long as he read the books before crossing, he remembered them, it didn't matter, so he found a more popular version in his memory, but that was also four or five hundred thousand words.

Anyway, there was nothing to do, there was wine and time, so he copied slowly, and while copying, he thought about how to realize these stories in this world. He thought of organizing a group of actors, setting up a stage, and then touring, but he had to run with the troupe, no, it would be too tiring and annoying, and it would also go against his original intention.

Then build a theater, but seeing that there are almost no theaters in this world, he has never seen a serious theater troupe when he performed the levitation technique in the city center of Dawn Town for so long. It must be that there are very few people engaged in this business.

He also asked his cousin Henry once by chance, and his cousin said that such a "theater troupe" only exists in the court of Locke Kingdom, and even most nobles do not have it.

Because the overall situation seems to be very peaceful now, but now the nobles in the entire Locke Kingdom are actually ready to move. Not only that, but the foreign races outside the country are eyeing Locke Kingdom, so no one has the leisure to watch these so-called dramas. Even if there are, these dramas are not very popular.

As for the civilians, whether in the richer or poorer areas, not to mention the famine areas, they are all working hard for survival. Where do they have time to watch "dramas"? Watching a play costs money. If they have that money, wouldn't it be better to buy two more loaves of bread?

As for the wizards, they are all studying magic with great difficulty, and the warriors are also studying tactics and improving their physical strength.

Everyone is busy, so naturally no one cares about the drama.

Henry's analysis of the drama is indeed one of the reasons, but Daniel thinks that there is probably another most important reason, which is that there is no good drama in this world.

Forget about it for now, Daniel thought, jerky with beer, the more you drink, the better, write it down first.

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The Dawn Wizard Academy and the Morning Light Wizard Academy are not at the same level at all, which can be seen from the odds.

Therefore, the two players of Dawn, Joey and Chandler, did not take the players of Morning Light seriously at all.

Joey and Chandler had seen the chicken-pecking quarrel between Mario Hawthorne and Tom at the beginning, and this time they played against them, just thinking that they were lucky and could easily advance.

"If we win this round." Joey said.

"What do you mean by if..." Chandler said.

"Ah, right, right, there is no if. If we win this round, then the next round will be between you and me." Joey said.

"Hey, we've been buddies in the academy for so many years, and we can finally compete with each other." Chandler said.

"Be prepared, I won't show mercy, you big fool." Joey said.

"I won't show mercy either, you little bastard." Chandler said.

Hahaha, after they drank a glass, they continued: "Anyway, after we advance tomorrow, our scholarships will be settled."

"Yes, yes, playing against Dawn Wizard Academy is like giving us money for free."

...

Mario Hawthorne felt strange. It was almost time for the game, but why didn't Daniel come to discuss tactics with him.

As the leader of this game and Daniel Hawkins's senior, he couldn't let himself go to him.

So he waited for a few more days, until there was only one day left before the game, he finally couldn't stand it anymore, ran directly to Daniel's room door and knocked heavily on his door.

Could it be that he is studying the strategy by himself, Mario Hawthorne thought, humph, he just won a game and thought he could rely on himself, he is really arrogant.

Mario Hawthorne knocked on the door for a long time, but no one responded. What happened? Could it be that he ran away? But it was already this time, and dinner should be over. Besides, almost all areas of Seraphia Academy were closed, where could Daniel go?

So Mario Hawthorne knocked a few more times, and seeing that no one opened the door, he simply opened the door.

The moment he opened the door, a very strong odor came to his nose, and he quickly covered his nose with his sleeve. A strong smell of alcohol, sweat, foot odor, and ink were mixed together and concentrated in the room.

Mario Hawthorne could even see the turbid air floating around. He looked down and saw Daniel Hawkins with a scruffy beard and bare feet. His robe and mouth were covered with ink. He was holding a pen in his right hand and lying on his back on a pile of papers full of words, sleeping soundly.

Oh my God, what is going on? Is Daniel Hawkins soaked in wine?

Mario Hawthorne covered his nose and kicked Daniel's thigh with his foot. After kicking several times and increasing the strength, Daniel finally woke up.

Daniel stretched out on the ground, yawned, squinted his eyes and looked at Mario Hawthorne, and said lazily: "Hey, Senior Hawthorne, you are here."

After that, he pointed to a chair in front of the desk and said: "Sit down."

Mario Hawthorne was really angry when he saw him like this: "What have you been doing all this time." After that, he picked up a piece of paper on the ground and looked at the unfamiliar words on it: "What kind of spell is this?"

"Uh... Simplified Chinese..." Daniel sat up from the floor and patted his dizzy head and said.

"Simplified Chinese, what is that?" Mario Hawthorne was still angry, but when he saw the "Simplified Chinese" on the ground, he suddenly thought, could it be that Daniel created some new spells? Thinking of this, his tone became more restrained, and he only heard him say: "Why have I never seen this font, what kind of spell is this?"

Daniel then remembered that something was wrong. He wrote in simplified Chinese just to prevent his story from being leaked. At least when he earned the first wave of money, at least he couldn't leak it. When he needed it, he would translate it into the common language of this world.

"Spell?" Daniel said: "This is not a spell, I just wrote it for fun. After all, this place is too boring, and I was thinking about whether I could invent a new character."

"Oh, is that so?" Mario Hawthorne asked tentatively: "Then do you mind if I take a few away?" Then he grabbed a handful of paper on the ground and prepared to put it in his pocket.

Daniel smiled and said, "If you like, you can take them all."

Mario Hawthorne looked at Daniel's calm and indifferent tone, so he believed Daniel's words. Humph, this kid is really boring and unreliable. When he thought of this, he was so angry that he threw the manuscript in his hand at Daniel's face and cursed, "Go take a shower and come to my room."

"Um..." Daniel just agreed, but suddenly felt that there was something strange about this conversation.