"Where have you been? You always come back so late recently? You're just a worry to me. Don't learn from your damn father, who hangs out with others and dies without knowing where he will die..." When he got home, his mother's nagging echoed in his ears again.
Pus listened obediently and tried his best to dig into the dry bean rice.
After eating every grain, he took out a dozen copper coins and put them on the table: "Mom, this is what I earned today. I'm full and I'm going to sleep."
As he said that, he rushed into the dilapidated side room.
Back in the house, he lay by the door and watched his mother clean up the bowls and spoons but didn't come over. Then he sat with his back to the door and sang in a low voice.
"Great being from the blue star, you are the master of language and words, you are the pioneer of the Internet, under your protection, I will be connected to all living things!" After
the voice fell, he felt that his soul seemed to be connected to a great being.
The God of the Internet responded to his prayer, and an illusory scroll slowly unfolded in front of him.
The bright light made his pupils shrink slightly, but he couldn't help but open his eyes wide, as if to hold the entire Internet.
At this moment, even though Pus had been mentally prepared, his hands were still trembling with excitement, his muscles were tense, and his breathing was rapid.
Of course, compared to the first time, this was much better.
No one knew that when he was in the basement before, he was bold enough to chant the prayer and summon the Internet!
It was like a lightning bolt, splitting from head to tailbone, making people numb all over!
You know, Raymond's sale of basic magic knowledge has already made a group of poor teenagers grateful!
What's more, this is a free magic knowledge?
He realized that the future with almost no hope will change from today!
This is also one of the fundamental reasons why he was excited to become a believer of the God of the Internet in the basement. Unfortunately...
Pus recalled the mysterious existence of the enslaved demon in his mind.
He said:
"God loves the world, my Lord is merciful, as long as you spread the glory of my Lord, you are a believer of my Lord!"
After that, the young man left.
But that sentence completely shocked Pus's soul!
In the Empire's propaganda, the Empire never denied the power of the gods, but in the Empire's various descriptions of the gods, it told everyone that the gods were a group of liars who used their power to deceive believers' offerings, including wealth and souls.
So why should humans please and pray to the gods for power?
Humans can completely cultivate magic on their own!
This will be their own power. If they cultivate to the level of Saint Mage (God of Magic), they will even have power comparable to that of the gods!
But today, Pus's will was shaken. He felt that the God of the Internet was the real god.
He didn't want anything, no offerings, no believers, no wealth, no souls, but he gave the world the most precious treasure knowledge in the world.
A seed of faith was planted in Pus's heart silently.
Maybe it will be worn out by life;
maybe it will take root and sprout;
maybe it will burn and become a spark that will set the prairie on fire.
That night, Pus almost didn't sleep all night. He browsed the Internet all night!
Even though he was born in Willis City, he was dazzled by the things on the Internet and shocked his horizons!
Here, he saw that behind the mercenaries' glamorous appearance, they were living in the open air and not knowing whether they were alive or dead;
he saw the nobles who were high above, worrying about their territory, monsters and bandits, and of course, they also exploited the people;
he saw the mysterious and powerful magicians, arguing about building thousands of buildings for the mysterious knowledge that he could not understand at all;
he also saw countless people from the same lower class as him posting messages to seek a way out.
The dark room was dimly lit.
Pus, who had not slept all night, was not only not sleepy, but also did not have the situation that logging in with prayers would consume a lot of soul power as mentioned on the Internet.
He quickly turned off the Internet and opened the door.
At this time, the sky was still gray, but he felt that the world had become particularly beautiful!
He picked up the wooden barrel, ran out of the house, ran to the well of the settlement, first drew a bucket of water, gulped down the water, and then drew buckets of water to fill the water tank at home, then said hello to his mother and rushed out of the house.
He had already thought about what he was going to do today.
The first thing was to tell his best friends about the existence of the Internet and spread the glory of the Lord.
The second thing, he learned from the Internet, is that an old house in the West District was bought by a great lord, who was going to build a mansion and was urgently recruiting coolies. It was said that he could get 20 copper coins a day!
He decided to go and give it a try.
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Yu Shengan, who was eating a delicate breakfast, was stunned when he saw the boy who wanted to be his believer through the contract godhead, who had not even eaten breakfast, and was sweating profusely while carrying bricks and rubble on the construction site.
As the first little fan he had gained in this world, to be honest, he had observed Pus for a long time last night.
When he saw Pus's excited expression while flipping through the basic magic knowledge, Yu Shengan also smiled knowingly.
Seeing him quickly familiarize himself with the use of the Internet, skillfully using search skills, and looking for work, Yu Shengan was happy from the bottom of his heart, and even took the initiative to consume source essence to support his browsing.
Otherwise, with his soul power, he would feel tired in two or three hours at most, and if he forced to browse, the Internet would be forced to interrupt.
It can be seen that Pus's family is very poor, but he still didn't expect that he would be so poor that he couldn't even afford breakfast.
Yu Shengan looked out the glass window. On the street, pedestrians were hurrying, most of them with pale faces.
Of course, from time to time, there were also burly mercenaries with exaggerated weapons on their backs, riding unicorns, whizzing by.
"It's really hard to imagine that in a magic city with power comparable to that of gods, the civilians below can't even fill their stomachs!"
Yu Shengan couldn't help but say.
To be honest, coming from Blue Star, he had long taken having enough food for granted.
However, after coming to this world, he found that having enough food was really a very difficult thing.
"Your Excellency, please be merciful! The food problem has always been a stubborn problem in the heart of the empire. Not to mention the small amount of land and the large population, practicing magic also requires a lot of resources. Naturally, fertile land should give priority to planting magical plants. Of course, we are also trying our best to ensure a good harvest of food. For example, the magicians stationed in various cities have the task of making rain every year to ensure a good harvest of crops."
Deng Daner, who was sitting opposite Yu Shengan for breakfast, said politely.
This morning, Deng Daner came over and invited Yu Shengan to have breakfast together.
Yu Shengan sneered at the words: "This is not an excuse. Without fertile land, we can cultivate high-yield, drought-resistant, and saline-alkali sandy crops."
Deng Daner was silent for a moment and said: "It takes unimaginable effort to cultivate special crops through magic. Without sufficient benefits, no wood magician is willing to pay the energy and price."
Yu Shengan didn't ask why the empire didn't provide special funds for support?
After all, the Kwell Empire still lacks strong centralization, and naturally became a society dominated by interest orientation!
In addition, in this society where absolute violence is controlled by the magician group, the role of the bottom is probably just to maintain the living materials of the magician.
Of course, the injection of a small amount of fresh blood can also ensure the activity of the magician group.
Therefore, the lives of civilians are naturally as cheap as grass!
Thinking of this, Yu Shengan felt a little uncomfortable and unhappy!
Everyone is pursuing interests. If a great magician lets go of his eyes a little, perhaps the lives of civilians will be completely different.
After all, there is still a lack of the spirit of the nobles here.
Yu Sheng'an's eyes flashed, and he suddenly said, "Sir, how about this? You give me some of Felix's wood magician. I won't take up too many of your resources. I can just be a magic apprentice. I'll grow crops! Of course, I'll pay a hiring fee. What do you think?"
Deng Daner was stunned.
Aren't we here to discuss the spread of Internet magic? How did it get to crops?