There were some things that he could not understand even if he racked his brain.
At times like this, she should just put it to the back of her mind and think about something happy.
For example, new spells.
Gu Tu returned home and tried to check his own seal. With the help of Soul Imprint, he could extract souls without Regina. He patted his head, and the ribbonfish appeared from the top of his head. On it were the words " Spirit Binding " and " Weapon Controlling ".
He was already very familiar with the Soul Imprint. It controlled the connection between the soul and the body. The body was limited, but the soul was infinite. Using the soul to control the body, one could break through the limits of the body and transform into a person that surpassed the common sense of the world. It could also be used to cut off the connection between another person's body and soul, or to find the location of another person's soul through their body.
Weapon Control Imprint's function was similar to Spirit Imprint, but its scope of effect was slightly different. If the Soul Imprint controlled the body, then the Weapon Control Imprint controlled external objects. Through it, Gu Tu could pick up the paper on the table without using his hands, or the table lamp could float in the air. It was a bit like " taking things from afar."
The principle was simple-the paper and lamp were picked up by Gu Tu's soul. The soul was invisible, so in the eyes of others, Gu Tu was using his " mind " to control the paper and lamp. However, the paper and the table lamp were just worldly possessions after all. The precision of the Imprint of Tool Control over them was far less than the precision of the Imprint of Soul Control over his own body. For example, if the Soul Imprint was to use one's hand to control the lever, the Tool Control Imprint was to use a pair of chopsticks to control the lever, but it was still not easy to control.
The soul was a wonderful substance. It was a bit like chewing gum. In theory, it could be stretched indefinitely. Therefore, the range of effect of Tool Control Imprint was also unlimited. If Gu Tu was willing, he could even control things more than ten kilometers away, such as throwing their company boss's toothbrush into the toilet. However, the longer the soul was stretched, the thinner its texture would be, and thus its strength and precision would decrease. Therefore, it was very likely that the thing that was thrown into the toilet was not a toothbrush, but soap, a razor, or something else.
Using the Weapon Control Seal, Gu Tu could do many amazing things. For example, creating a perfect murder in a secret room, tearing up the banknotes in the bank safe, or stealing the wig of a foreign president.
Why don't I become a magician? He thought.
Although he didn't like magic shows, he felt that life was full of fun when he thought about how the netizens would definitely discuss how this magic was realized after the performance. He logged into the recruitment website and searched for jobs for magicians, but he didn't find any. Why, didn't magicians look for jobs online?
He suddenly thought, why not start his own company? He clearly had such extraordinary abilities, so why should he be exploited by others?
He could set up a performance company, and the main business would be his own magic show. The company's motto was never to squeeze employees. They would chase them away when it was time to get off work and never work overtime on weekends. If they couldn't finish the work, they would hire double the number of people to do it. They were paid high salaries, and the employees were embarrassed to receive benefits. All the employees who were busy working were promoted to the top, and those who only knew how to brag were all sent to clean the toilets. With this, the company's operating costs would definitely be extremely high, but it was fine. He could go to underground boxing to subsidize his family. In short, the goal of this company was to become the best employer on Earth. It didn't matter if it made money or not.
The more he thought about it, the more he felt that his idea was especially great. It was much greater than the blueprints for unmanned factories and flying to Mars. Unmanned factories would only make the poor unemployed. Flying to Mars was purely for the rich. His company could really benefit the hard-working ordinary people, so that young people would not completely lose hope in the evil workplace.
Alright. It was decided. Immediately set up a company.
Gu Tu transferred a considerable amount of living expenses to his parents in his hometown and made up for the hospitalization fees he owed the hospital. The kind-hearted person who sent him to the hospital back then even paid a sum of money. Gu Tu returned the money and gave him a " small " gift. The rest of the money was used as the registered capital of the company.
What should he do next? He did not know either. He had never run a company before, not even as a department manager. He did not know how to organize the magic show, how to promote it, or how to market it. But it didn't matter. The boss didn't need to know everything. The boss only needed to grasp three things: Strategy, funding, and talent.
Needless to say, the company's strategy was to strive to be the best employer. As for how the business was done, it was a matter of details and was not important.
He didn't have to worry about the company's funds. If he didn't have enough money, he would contact the boss of the gangster boss.
Therefore, he only needed to deal with the problem of talent. It didn't matter if he didn't know how to put on a show, as long as he recruited people who knew how to do it. He immediately went to the recruitment website to buy services and put up a recruitment advertisement.
"It would be best if you have experience in organizing magic shows. However, it was fine if he didn't have any. He didn't have to make any hard requests. Those over 35 years old will be prioritized."
No one was willing to hire employees over the age of 35. They had old parents and young children, and their families were too busy to work hard in the workplace. Moreover, their salary requirements were high, and they were not as easy to fool as young people. They were a labor force with a low cost-performance ratio. But it didn't matter. Others didn't want it, but Gu Tu wanted it. Let those companies that were only thinking about cost-performance ratio go to hell. Dead people didn't need to spend money, and the cost-effectiveness ratio was limitless.
After the advertisement, Gu Tu did not receive many resumes. The job applicants probably felt that the recruitment requirements were too strange. The boss of this company was either a liar or had his head kicked by a hippo.
Even so, there were still people who submitted their resumes with the mentality of giving it a try. Gu Tu called them. That afternoon, a middle-aged man in his fifties came to the company for an interview.
Gu Tu rented a shared office space, and the furniture was ready-made. It didn't look shabby, which dispelled the uncle's worries. Gu Tu admitted to the uncle that he had no experience in starting a company, but the company had all the qualifications. If the uncle didn't trust him, his salary could be paid on a daily basis.
In the chat, Gu Tu learned that the uncle's name was Zhang Mingshi. He had more than 20 years of administrative personnel experience. Although he didn't know how to perform, he had a lot of experience organizing offline activities. A year ago, he was laid off by the company. After that, he did not have a long-term job. He relied on part-time writing to barely earn some living expenses. At present, he was separated from his wife, and his children ignored him.
Gu Tu took out a labor contract on the spot.""Sign this and come to work tomorrow.”
However, Gu Tu's heart was not tactful and started to hurt at this critical moment.
He spat out a mouthful of blood and fell onto the contract that was dyed red.
He tried to push the table away and looked up, only to find that he had become Goodwin.
"I'm in the middle of discussing an important contract! Didn't you say not to summon me for no reason?" He roared in exasperation.
" I'm sorry..." Regina lowered her head in shame like a frightened squirrel.
Uh, was my tone too harsh? Goodwin felt a little guilty.
He also noticed that there was a luxuriously dressed middle-aged man in the room. The man had a resolute face and an extraordinary bearing. He wore a black robe inlaid with gold and seemed to be a figure of status.
He restrained his attitude. "I misspoke. I was a little grumpy just now. In short, the Heaven Realm is busy with matters. If you have something to look for me, you should make an appointment in advance.”
"It was my intention to invite you here. Sister Regina was just following orders.”The black-robed man's voice was dignified but polite. "I'm very sorry for interrupting your business. Please don't blame Sister Regina.”
"This is Lord Tylons, the Oracle.”Regina explained the identity of the black-robed man.
Goodwin had heard from Regina that the Oracle was a high-ranking official, and his official rank was below the Executor of the Divine Overwatch and above the Archbishop, which was almost equivalent to a minister. This was probably the highest official Goodwin had ever seen in his life.
"May I know why Lord Practitioner has summoned me at this time?”asked Goodwin.
"I will ask you to be the vanguard of our army in the upcoming expedition.”Tyrone said.
The war between the Holy Rustan Empire and the Blasphemers lasted for 20 years. Many people were harassed, and many lives and property were lost in the war. Rustan's emperor, Siegfried, decided to change the situation and gather the power of the whole country to launch a general attack on the blasphemers and end the war forever. In response, Divine Overwatch Executor Greengrass said," He fully supported the Emperor's decision. The church led by Greengrass would contribute magic power to this war. And Goodwin, who had displayed his strength in the previous battle, would naturally be counted as part of the Church's fighting force.
" We know that you are busy, but you took time out of your busy schedule to respond to the call. We are extremely grateful, but we are also deeply afraid.”Tyrone said. "Therefore, we have prepared the Holy Magic Medicine as a gift of thanks to thank you for protecting the people of Rüstan.”
This Tyrone was quite sensible. Goodwin fought for them, and they paid him with the Holy Magic Potion. It was very fair for everyone to take what they needed.
Was he the one who had sneakily delivered the medicine last time? It didn't seem like it. Tyrone should be the type to make deals openly.
"You're welcome. Protecting our people is our duty as apostles.”Goodwin said politely. Of course, he wouldn't reject the Saint Devil Medicine.
At this time, the war had yet to begin, and the earliest attack plan would only begin two weeks later. Tyrone had called Goodwin over so early, so he definitely wasn't just here to discuss the terms of the deal. After a brief introduction of Rushan's battle plan, he began to ask Goodwin about various matters regarding the heavens and the gods. Goodwin didn't know if Tyrone was testing him, or if he wanted to use this opportunity to gather information about the Heaven Realm. Regardless of what his purpose was, Goodwin didn't know anything.
"Gods have their own will. I don't dare to speculate on its will. As for anything other than the will of the gods, it's not appropriate for me to reveal it.”Goodwin answered Tyrone's question vaguely.
Then, Tyrone managed to get Goodwin to demonstrate his strength, his weapon, and his magic. In short, he thoroughly investigated Goodwin before leaving in satisfaction. The hour of conversation with Tyrone exhausted Goodwin, and it reminded him of the company's regular meeting.
"Now, am I fine and can go back?”Goodwin asked Regina.
"Yes, please do as you please." she said. "I'm really sorry to have called you here in such a hurry…"
"I'm fine…By the way, didn't you become a nun? Why are you still wearing this white robe?" Goodwin studied Regina. "I saw a lot of nuns in black robes.”
"Uh, this, the color of the Taoist robe doesn't represent the class.”said Regina. "All living beings are equal. The Church doesn't care about social classes.”
Then why are you still dividing people into the ranks of bishops, nuns, and novices?
"This white robe represents holiness.”Regina continued.
"Then what does Black Robe mean?" asked Goodwin. "Does that mean they are dark nuns?”
"No, Black Robe means 'Married.'”
…You clergymen sure have a lot of tricks up your sleeves.
There were still two hours before the summoning time ended, and the process of counter-summoning was particularly painful. Goodwin decided to use the remaining time to explore the world. When he had come before, he had always been in a hurry, either for war or for exams.
"Shall I be your guide?" Regina volunteered.
"Don't you have to do your work?" asked Goodwin.
"Taking care of you is my most important job.”said Regina.
These words sounded really mushy…However, it was quite useful.
They were in a place called Crescent Town. The town was not big, but because it was adjacent to the mountain pass, it was quite important militarily. The busiest people in the town were blacksmiths, who worked day and night to complete orders for the army.
"Do many people here die suddenly?”Goodwin asked suddenly.
"What is sudden death?" Regina asked.
"That is to say, a person who is not very old, 30 to 40 years old, suddenly died while doing work.”
"Most people die in their thirties or forties, right?”Regina asked in confusion.
Oh, Goodwin had forgotten that the Rustan Empire was a country at war. Its citizens were poor, and its medical standards were not high. By modern standards, everyone was living in extreme poverty. But perhaps it was because they had never seen a better life, or perhaps they were too busy to be sad, so they did not think it was bitter. Goodwin thought they were happier than modern people.
"Can we go outside for a walk?" Goodwin wanted to see the scenery outside the town.
"Alright. Please wait for me, I'll go borrow a horse.”
Goodwin couldn't ride a horse, but he could run faster. It was autumn, and the fields were a golden ocean. No matter how many troubles there were in the human territory, the beauty of nature should not be let down.
"It's not bad to be able to live in this place.”Goodwin glanced at Regina.
"Hmm? What did you just say?" She also looked at him.
"No, I'm just talking to myself."
He looked into the distance. A puff of smoke drifted in the distance.
"Wolf Smoke?" The smoke of war was the foreboding of war and the alarm of slaughter. Regina's face turned pale.
"What's wrong?"
"That place…is my hometown." she said.
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