Something's wrong with my undead

[Langdon]: No problem! I trust your writing, Roger. But hasn’t that newspaper gone bankrupt?

[Roger the Bard]: This guest said he has a way to get the newspaper back in circulation, but your story is not enough. We need other things to fill the gaps... The big guys are thinking of something to write, and you too Let’s think about it together.

Fill a newspaper?

Langdon recalled what the newspapers used to write—

The product list of the Silver Market, today’s special offer at the Lion Trading House, another person died in the haunted farm, and the lord’s cat was lost...

He suddenly realized that newspapers in the past were filled with such boring and meaningless things.

No, this is such a waste of life!

How could McCalla write these things in the newspaper today! ?

[Langdon]: How about writing down how we earn contribution points?

……

"Landon said... let's write down all the ways we used to earn contribution points."

In the tavern, Roger said to everyone.

Heine was really surprised.

If they really plan to do this, then this should be the first guide in the hands of the aborigines, right?

He had a panoramic view of everyone's reactions——

Unsurprisingly, those who have not yet received the beta code are looking forward to it.

But the focus still lies on Langdon and his brothers who have accumulated enough contribution points early.

Will they be willing to share?

"Langdon is still smart!"

One person laughed and said, "People keep asking me. I have said it three or four times. If I say too much, they can't remember it. If I say too little, it's incomplete. I might as well publish it in the newspaper!"

"No problem, just do it!"

Everyone agreed.

"it is good!"

Without any hesitation, Roger slapped the counter.

"Our tea room is finally going to be lively!"

His words were echoed by everyone around him.

This pure desire to share, without any impurities, truly infected Heine and made him stunned for a while.

He then smiled mockingly to himself, feeling that he was worrying too much.

He was originally worried that these guys would hide their secrets and would immediately think of copyright, profit distribution and so on.

But they didn't.

It all has just begun, full of the wildest and most primitive impulses, and no rules have evolved.

At least not yet.

"Hey, can you really help us get rid of that closed newspaper?"

Roger looked at him and asked.

His enthusiasm cooled slightly and he considered practical matters.

"And don't we need to prepare anything? For example, contracts or something. I used to hear the Lion King guys talking about this. And printing newspapers costs money, right?"

"You will know this by then."

Heine waved his hand: "Write the manuscript tonight, and we'll meet at the door of the newspaper office tomorrow."

There is no paper mill in McCalla, but the Velitas used void capsules to transport enough raw materials to run a newspaper for three years, and now they are piled in the warehouse to gather dust.

Only the ink needs to be obtained by the Lord's Mansion, but this is not difficult. Just purchase it from the alchemists in the Silver Market.

Seeing Roger's hesitation, Heine flashed the name strip above his head.

The name is a silver mosaic.

But in front of the name is a small purple dagger.

His name strip can be DIYed at will. After all, the "program" was written by him, so he can edit it however he wants.

"McGob's people?"

Roger was in awe.

Maybe this person is his boss.

In McCalla, the presence of McGraw isn't a secret, its members are.

Of course, except for Teacher Xia - he wants the whole world to know that he is the founder of Magb.

Although no one except the brothers can understand the spoof of this name, but because of this, the more people who don't realize it, the more fun it is.

"Any more questions?" Heine asked.

"No, we'll see you tomorrow!" Roger promised.

After watching Heine leave, he quickly conveyed the good news to Langdon, and then reread Langdon's experience at the request of everyone.

In the tavern, every face was full of curiosity and excitement. Listening to the first-hand news from outside McCalla, they sketched out their understanding of the "outside world" bit by bit.

...

Early the next morning, after staying up all night, Roger and a few friends went to the "Ebony Town Daily" located at the end of the Silver Market.

However, when he saw the person standing at the door clearly, Roger couldn't help but be startled:

"Sir, Mr. Staff?"

Heine was present at several of George's major speeches.

In addition, his skeleton has long been rumored to be magical, so many people know him.

Heine nodded: "Come in and talk."

Several people entered the room and found that the place had been cleaned. A machine with a silver shell was placed in the corner of the room. It covered an area large enough to fit a long table for ten people.

The mechanical principle of this machine from Manroland is very simple. Inside are several magic quills fixed by a metal structure.

Under the control of a three-core rune group, these quills will write simultaneously according to a template, with no technical content.

But this crappy thing that was said to have been eliminated thirty years ago was sold for 1500 gold coins in McCalla.

It was the biggest deal the old lord Qi Ye made when he was alive.

咣咣

Heine clapped twice.

"The core and most valuable component of this machine was taken away by the Velitas. According to Langdon, it should be in some unknown wild corner at the moment.

“So we made some modifications to it. The original functions are still there, but it can only be driven by using charging stones, or mental power.

"Just like when you were working in Yuanling Factory, but you still have to solve the typesetting problem."

"No problem, Mr. Staff."

Roger patted his chest and said, "I know the former editor here. He knows how to typeset. You can just leave it to us."

"It's just...what price do we have to pay to use it?" another asked.

"Yeah, you haven't talked about it, and we're all worried."

"That's the main reason why I'm interviewing you."

Heine smiled: "The Lord's Mansion advanced 240 contribution points on your behalf, 'bought' this machine, and then lent it to you for use.

"This is equivalent to a loan, without interest, and you can only repay it by selling newspapers. In addition, there are some requirements:

"The newspapers you produce every day belong to the lord's palace, but the lord's palace will take 15% of the sales, 10% of which will be used to repay the debt. When it is completely paid off, only 5% will be needed in the future. This is the material for paper and ink cost.

“As for the content in newspapers, the Lord’s Mansion has only one rule: seek truth from facts.

"As long as you live up to your own conscience, there are no other requirements, including the selling price of each newspaper - it can be gold coins or contribution points, it's up to you.

"Finally, some personal suggestions - with your mental strength, one person can produce two hundred newspapers a day, but this is too extreme, and you may not be able to use so many, so I suggest you hire a few more people. "

"Is that all?" Roger asked in shock.

Heine: "That's all."

Roger and others looked at each other.

It's not that the conditions are harsh, but that it's a bit too generous...

Roger asked carefully: "How will the money earned from selling newspapers be distributed..."

"You can allocate this freely." Heine smiled and said, "Similarly, the lord's palace will not interfere in matters not mentioned. My advice is still the same: just make yourself feel at ease."

"Okay, my lord."

Roger took a deep breath and suppressed his pounding heart.

He suddenly felt a pressure.

Peace of mind.

This seems to be the simplest, but also the most difficult thing.