Chapter 131: Holy Magician Adamdria
In response to the players' questions, the Undead Magic Chamber of Commerce gave a clear answer.
"The Undead Magic Chamber of Commerce has already fully cooperated with the Death Church . We will launch more new Chamber of Commerce content to meet the spiritual needs of NPC believers and increase support for the Death God Church!"
The individual players suddenly realized.
After all this time, it turns out that all this is to support the Church of Death!
Everyone can understand this. After all, the Church of Death is the foundation of my faction and the base for attracting NPC Death believers.
The NPCs who become followers of the God of Death are all our friends! They are all good brothers who can help fight together!
"But, are you sure the NPCs can accept these things?"
This is the last doubt in the minds of most players.
For many players, NPCs are just a group of data. Could it be possible that the Death Scourge could be so terrifying that it could make every NPC look like a real person?
Is it possible to interact with players in cultural exchanges?
…
Seven days later.
Adventurer's Tavern.
Boya pulled Long Aotian over and put his big arms around him. He said seriously, "Are we brothers?"
"This is nonsense!"
Long Aotian was furious: "We have drunk so many times, I am the big brother and you are the little brother! This relationship cannot change! Even if the God of Light comes!"
"good!"
Boya nodded, but soon felt something was wrong.
Huh?
Why am I the younger brother and you are the older brother?
Why do I feel like you are taking advantage of me!
But Boya soon put the matter behind him. He did not come to Long Aotian today for the sake of seniority: "Since we are brothers, can I ask you for a favor?"
Long Aotian patted his chest, and said proudly: "Tell me, as long as I can do it, it's no problem!"
"readily!"
Boya gulped down a glass of barley wine, then whispered, "Brother Aotian, can you give me a hundred copies of the Water Margin from your Bookstore of the Dead? My brothers in the tavern all like to read this book!"
"In your words, this is loyalty!"
Boya pounded the table and shouted, "It looks so good! It looks so satisfying!"
"sure!"
Long Aotian laughed and spread his hands: "Chenghui, three thousand gold coins! Thirty gold coins for one book! Thank you!"
“So expensive!”
Boya smiled awkwardly: "Brother Aotian, I came to you because I really can't afford so much money, but my brothers want to watch it..."
The poor people in the other world have no awareness of piracy at all, and each of them is an excellent genuine reader.
If you want to read books, you can only buy them from the Bookshop of the Dead.
Long Aotian raised his eyebrows: "Do you want a discount? How much discount do you want?"
Boya was stunned: "What do you mean by discount? Discount your legs? How can I hit you? I can't bear it!"
“…”
Long Aotian felt that it was really difficult to communicate with this group of NPCs: "The meaning of discount is that you have to give less gold coins!"
"Yes, yes, that's what I mean!"
Boya nodded repeatedly. As a strong man, he looked at Long Aotian pitifully: "Brother Aotian, can I only give you half of the gold coins?"
Long Aotian nodded: "Okay!"
Boya was overjoyed: "Really!"
I really didn’t expect that Brother Aotian is so easy to talk to. He is indeed a good brother.
Boya felt very happy.
"But I have no say."
Long Aotian spread his hands and said, "The Undead Magic Chamber of Commerce has a rule that if you want to enjoy a 50% discount on books, you can only go to the Saint Lady."
Boya asked: "Saint? Is it the Saint Alia of the Church of the God of Death?"
"Yes, find her, and then baptize her to become a follower of the God of Death. She is now in the Tower of Destination every day."
Long Aotian nodded and said, "You are not a believer of the God of Death yet, are you? Look at you. If you have nothing to do, go and listen to the priest's lectures more often. If you become a believer of the God of Death earlier, you can enjoy many benefits of the Undead Magic Chamber of Commerce."
"So this is ah……"
Boya pondered for a while, then smiled and said, "Let's talk about buying books later. I have something else I want to discuss with you."
"you say."
"Brother Aotian, you know that this tavern of mine was built for adventurers. Most of the adventurers in the Northern City regard the tavern as their home."
Boya whispered, "Everyone is out there taking risks every day to earn some bounty, but it's all for their children and wives. I heard that the Undead Magic Chamber of Commerce has a Children's Palace, which is quite interesting..."
"You also know about this?"
"Yes, yes, the Children's Palace was established yesterday. I took my child there to play. My child woke up from a dream last night and cried and shouted that he wanted to go play, but the tickets to the Children's Palace were too expensive!"
Boya sighed: "Brother Aotian, look..."
Long Aotian spread out his palm and raised it up: "Death God believers, 50% discount!"
"What about the movie tickets for the Cinema of the Dead? My wife really likes the new movie Romeo and Juliet that was recently released..."
Long Aotian said calmly: "Death God believers, 50% off..."
Before he could finish, Boya stood up suddenly with a gloomy face.
"What are you going to do!"
Long Aotian was shocked: "If you don't give me a discount, you're going to beat me?"
"No, I won't hit you!"
Boya said firmly, "Brothers! Follow me to the Tower of Destination!"
"We must strive to make everyone a follower of the God of Death within three days!"
Boya led a large group of adventurers and headed towards the Tower of Destination.
"Look at what this has caused."
Long Aotian looked at the suddenly empty tavern, took a sip of barley beer, and sighed: "Alas, it's not easy for anyone, even for NPC men. Everyone comes out to mingle for their wives and children..."
It was boring for Long Aotian to stay in the bar alone, so he had a few drinks and left.
Before leaving, he was still thinking about what Xu Ercong said yesterday. The first step of the experiment of the Undead Magic Chamber of Commerce has been successful. The NPCs always have great enthusiasm when facing new things they have never seen before.
After all, humans are always curious.
This also fully demonstrates that the game potential of Death Scourge is by no means as simple as everyone thinks, and every NPC is extremely humanized.
Xu Ercong had already decided to expand the scale of the Undead Magic Chamber of Commerce. He would not only carry out brainwashing support for the Church of Death through the cultural industry, but also conduct more attempts.
Lifestyle players cover a very wide range, and all gaming activities except combat fall into the category of lifestyle players.
The three major clubs will set up a special project team for lifestyle players to analyze and study how to better play the role of lifestyle players.
Using the cultural industry to support the Church of Death is just the beginning, not the end, nor is it the peak for lifestyle players.
Just as Long Aotian was thinking with his head down on the road, he unknowingly walked to the door of the Magicians' Guild.
Groups of magicians came in and out, and most of them held a parchment book in their hands.
Long Aotian took a closer look and found that it was the book "I Have a World of the Dead" sold by the Bookstore of the Dead, written by Adam Dria.
This group of magicians were chatting and laughing , and Long Aotian could vaguely hear them. The content of their conversation was related to this book.
"This book sold by the Bookstore of the Dead is truly a masterpiece! I seriously suspect that the owner of this book has been to the legendary world of the dead!"
"Yes, the appearance of this book completely fills the gap in the knowledge of the undead research on the continent of Esk. There are many details worth recording and pondering."
"Three hundred gold coins for one copy. It's totally worth it! It's totally worth it!"
"The author of this book, Adam Dria, must be a great being without a doubt! He must be a powerful magician!"
"I would like to propose to the Thorn Flower School of Magic that they copy this book and keep it as important evidence and information for the study of the undead!"
"I also want to propose to the Thorn Flower School of Magic that we search the entire continent for Adamdria! We must respect him as a holy magician! He is worthy of such an honor! The highest magician honor!"
Obviously, magicians highly praised this book. Originally, the continent of Esk did not know much about the undead, and even the Temple of Light did not have a deep understanding of the undead.
But this book describes the dead vividly and depicts the world of the dead in a very serious manner, making it a treasure for magicians.
"I……"
Long Aotian looked at the magicians who walked into the Magician's Guild with a dazed look on his face. His heart was filled with speechlessness and confusion.
Is this book so amazing? Do you think I haven't read it?
I cast sixteen recommendation votes yesterday!
It’s just an online article!
The so-called world of the dead is nothing but the author’s imagination!
"What a great author! And a masterpiece!"
Long Aotian covered his forehead, not knowing whether to laugh or cry in his heart: "Damn, these crazy magicians, how can a shameless author like Adam Dria enjoy such high praise?"
"You stinky-faced dog author!"
Long Aotian cursed and felt much better.
He felt that this group of magicians worshipped this online novel as a masterpiece. If they took out a wonderful article about cultivating immortals, a supernatural hit, or even a yellow weasel masterpiece...
Wouldn't this group of magicians' worldview be completely overturned?
"What a bunch of NPCs who have never seen the world!"
Long Aotian couldn't help but chuckle when he thought of the interesting stuff. He even looked forward to the Bookstore of the Dead releasing more books to broaden the horizons of these magicians.
At this moment, the previous sneaky player suddenly came up to Long Aotian.
"What?"
Long Aotian glanced at this person.
The player smiled obscenely, quietly handed over a small card, and said in a low voice: "Brother, do you want to wash your feet?"
