You will also encounter Shura Field after exile [Greek Mythology]

"Burn them all." Someone ordered, "These pagan books should be burned regularly."

"Otherwise they will instigate young people to live a lawless life." The priests said, carrying out all kinds of books, stacking them on the square, and taking out flints to ignite them all.

The flames shot up into the sky. The girl stood by the sea and looked at the flames in the square. The white seagulls fell aside. She stared at the jumping flames and ate an apple in her hand, seemingly indifferent to it.

"Maybe go for squid ink risotto," she said with a smile, and the doctor looked taken aback. "Squid ink."

"I heard that the squid ink noodles here are quite famous." The girl said with a smile, "Since you have been to Venice once, you must go and see it."

The doctor looked at the raging flames, and turned his head to look at the girl who was devoting herself to eating the apple. "So many books have been burned." He sighed softly.

"Yes." The girl said softly, "It would be too wasteful to burn it at this time. Even if you want to burn it, it's best to burn it in winter, and you can keep it warm."

The doctor was silent.

"Sometimes I feel like I'll choke to death when I talk to you." The doctor couldn't help but said.

"Then, I apologize." The girl raised her hand and tapped it on the head, her brows and eyes crooked with a smile.

She is really an incomprehensible woman.

She was wearing an ordinary white shirt, the cuff buttons were not buttoned up, revealing a white and slender arm with mottled pink scars, her hair was hidden in the hat, and the trousers were clearly raised , the same thin ankle also clings to a pink bug-like scar.

She looked like a milkman or a chimney-cleaner.

The doctor couldn't help thinking, how could there be goddesses like this in the world, he had seen the goddesses in the old days, and he only thought they were beautiful and noble.

But this young girl is dangerous, mysterious, unpredictable, and ungraspable like quicksand between fingers.

"I really don't understand you." The doctor turned around and followed her to find the so-called cuttlefish noodle restaurant. "Or what kind of future do you see?"

"When a book is written, it only has a small half of its life, and the other half of its life is being read." The girl smiled and said, "So these books that no one has read for a long time will be burned if they are burned. gone."

She looked at the boss's face in the restaurant with her chin resting on her chin, "Well, have you heard of someone planning to cross the Alps? I hope we can go together." The girl said with a smile, and the boss stroked his beard and thought for a moment.

"Yes, there is a guest going back to Germany tomorrow, and he hasn't come down to eat yet, you can ask him when he comes down." The boss replied, "Oh, he has come down."

This is a typical German man with blond hair and blue eyes. He sat on the edge of the table, "Boss, have a glass of wine."

"A little girl asked if you were going to cross the Alps," said the proprietor. "I remember you were going to go tomorrow."

"Yes." He smiled and waved at Prometheus, "It's me, I'm a businessman, and I'm here to get the Holy See's investment to do something."

"Is it going well?" the girl said with a smile.

"It went so well unexpectedly," he said. "A bishop is willing to support my business."

He said loudly, and the girl looked at him with a smile. Maybe this was some kind of trick, to let the thieves know that he had won the support of the bishop, and they didn't dare to think about his rich luggage.

He was indeed a shrewd businessman.

"What kind of business did you talk about?" The doctor asked with a smile. The businessman took a sip of his wine, and he looked in a good mood. Business."

The girl looked at him with a smile, reached out and picked up a fork.

"What are you doing here?"

"Pilgrimage." The girl said with a smile, "Go to the Holy See to see the holy ladder."

"That's not bad." The businessman also said with a smile, "I came here in such a hurry that I didn't go anywhere, but where are you from?"

"Mainz," the girl said.

The businessman looked very surprised and happy, "But you can't tell the accent."

"You should be from Mainz, too. I think it sounds similar." The girl smiled and said, tapping the glass slightly with her nails, watching more bubbles rise.

"Yes, I am from Mainz."

The two chatted happily, and the doctor had to admit that this guy had a strange ability in communication.

I don't know how they suddenly developed to the point where the businessman was willing to take them to his room after dinner to show them his favorite work.

"I have seen similar things in Eastern Europe. It is said that they came from the ancient East. I found that a little modification of this thing will have a very magical effect."

The businessman said happily, and patted the girl on the shoulder, "I'm just doing research at home, and now, it can be said to be perfect."

"It does the work of a priest's life in one hour," said the merchant, "and the bishop simply admires it."

He took out the key and opened the door of his room.

A machine lay quietly under the white cloth, and he encouraged the girl to uncover the white cloth.

The girl laughed, raised her hand, and pulled it off.

The doctor involuntarily grasped the cloth on his chest.

What is this.

It is addictive and detailed, but the doctor, as a god with prophetic talent, feels a certain power, an extremely powerful power, as if to announce the arrival of a devastating era.

"I made this with lead-zinc alloy." The businessman proudly picked up a small part, "it can withstand multiple pressures."

Then he turned the scroll wheel, "Look, isn't it quick and convenient."

The girl smiled lightly, and then applauded, "It's just amazing."

The doctor took the small lead characters, played with them in his hands, and exclaimed, "What's your name, sir."

The businessman scratched the back of his head as if shy.

"Johannes Gutenberg."

"Do you think I'm very good?" He said, and then couldn't help laughing shyly, "Actually, it's okay, maybe I can't make a lot of money, but I think it's still something."

"And it will make the books much cheaper." The businessman said with a smile, "My children are always clamoring for books, where can I get so much money to buy the priests' embroidery for him, I guess I can buy books casually in the future. "

"Speaking of which, I even modified the paper." He remembered something and showed off enthusiastically, "In short, there is no big money to be made. Who makes everyone poor."

"But it should be enough for a lifetime."

The doctor picked up a piece of paper that had fallen on the ground. It was too fast, but in the blink of an eye, a piece of paper was completely printed with words. He lifted it up, and the stars were shining brightly in the clear night. Light up the paper.

"It must be enough." The girl said with a smile, and enthusiastically analyzed with him how to start a business and make it bigger and stronger.

My heart is stirred like the sea by recognizing the storm.

The doctor turned his head and looked at the businessman under the lamp. He was rough and strong-boned, far from being handsome, and his words sounded extremely vulgar, and had nothing to do with nobility.

But for no reason, he felt that the light of the candle set off the middle-aged man's face, and he seemed to have become translucent and light.

"If I can start a business, I can buy a house I like." Gutenberg said, and the girl smiled and listened. "Then go buy some fields."

"And my wife can also be a lady."

"Then send my son to school and be a decent person." The man talked eloquently, his face turning slightly red from alcohol.

"Ah, I'm probably lucky." He said with a smile, "But this kind of thing that can make money and help others should indeed be done hard."

The girl nodded in agreement.

Johannes Gutenberg was a mortal, a layman who wanted to buy a house and land, traveled thousands of miles to start a business, an ordinary man with only a little dream and idealism.

However, all the credit goes to Herr Johannes Gutenberg, the doctor thought to himself with his palms folded gently.

In 50 years, 200 kinds of books and more than [-] million printed materials.

People can easily say, buy a book and read it. Children from poor families can also get a literacy textbook, and more and more people are beginning to read and write.

Literature came out of the banquet of the nobles.

They can also read the stories that they could only hear from priests and troubadours.

The world seemed to have changed. The old businessman sat down in his room in his hometown. He suddenly remembered an adventure in his youth. He met a little girl who claimed to be from Mainz.

Although she is young, she seems to be very well-informed and has given him many interesting suggestions for his business. He originally wanted to keep her to work with him in Strasbourg, but she said that she I still wanted to visit many places but declined.

What an incomprehensible woman, he had no choice but to give her a sum of money, hoping that she would have a good time.

But at this time, he desperately wanted to see her again, because in his life, he also encountered many difficult things, the factory caught fire, the business failed, the Holy See took a commission, and all kinds of strange things came one after another. They all persevered.

Because he suddenly and dimly realized that he was engaged in a remarkable career.

Although he is afraid that the Holy See will make trouble for him, although he is afraid of going bankrupt, although he is always thinking about how to earn a few more coins.

But he thought that he should also accept the publication of books other than the Bible, those outrageous pamphlets written by hot-headed students, or print more flash cards.

When the girl was debugging the machine, she typed a word, and later he picked up the piece of paper and pasted it on his desk.

"As the sun gives us food and clothing, may books illuminate our souls."

At this time, he saw a blue butterfly landed on his window. He walked over, opened the window, and saw the old friend standing on the other side of the street with a butterfly on his finger.

She looked like a little girl.

Behind her, there are children sharing literacy cards, workers reading booklets, and old people studying illustrated books.

His soul is ordinary and mediocre, he worries about gains and losses and is easy to be complacent, so that no matter whether it is the Holy See on earth or the angels in heaven, they all think that he is just a layman.

And he was indeed a mortal.

This is the life and work of mortal Johannes Gutenberg.

Like a butterfly flapping its wings, a storm is coming.

He laughed and waved her hand out. It didn't matter whether she was a witch or an angel, a ghost or a goblin.

"I'm a great person." He said with a smile.

"Yes." She nodded, "Of course."

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