The portable grandfathers that appear are all problematic.

As for their appearance, they even need to deliberately apply some paint to disguise them as fake.

When Xue arrived, he saw that the little princess who was originally wearing a pure white dress, and even her gloves and socks were white silk, was now wearing a tattered coat and holding a pitchfork taller than herself, tidying up the weeds and dead branches on the ground.

They sorted the weeds and dead branches separately, and then used a hose to wash the weeds, dead branches, leaves, etc. on the ground.

At the foot of the mountain, there were sounds from the construction site, and their water pumps were also quite noisy, creating a bustling scene.

Upon seeing Xue Luding arrive, the little princess looked up, her hair still covered in burrs, and excitedly dropped the hose and pitchfork she was holding, exclaiming, "My Lord, you've arrived!"

Xue Law: "..."

He really wanted to complain about the way she addressed him, but he didn't know how to correct it. He just hoped she wouldn't say it directly in front of others.

"What are you doing..." Xue Luding looked at the pile of weeds and branches in the distance, which he had deliberately washed with water, and wondered what he was planning to do.

"Oh, those are the raw materials for making bread. Recently, a little knight contacted a local bread retailer, and most of our bread will be delivered to them in bulk for sale to supplement our cash flow. If we don't find a way to make money soon, our cash flow will dry up." She immediately exclaimed, her face as dirty as a kitten's.

Xue Luding was taken aback, looking strangely at the leaves and weeds on the ground. So this is how the pancakes and bread he ate were produced? No wonder he smelled a fresh, natural fragrance. You really do take from nature?

However, Xue Lude didn't dwell on it too much. He was the one who improved the bread-making technique, and it was possible to use weeds and leaves as raw materials. They even washed these things. When Xue Lude first learned the bread-making technique, he could simply pick up a stick and turn it into a baguette, and then eat it directly.

They washed it again, and to be honest, it was already clean and hygienic.

"Have you thought of other ways to make money in an emergency?" Xue Luding looked at them, who made money by growing vegetables and selling bread, and thought they were simply adorably simple.

After gaining enlightenment on the farm, even this little princess, who seemed to never lift a finger, was able to pick up a pitchfork and start cleaning weeds and branches bit by bit.

“The laws of the suzerain state are very strict, and there’s nothing we can do about it.” The little princess sighed, put her hands on her hips and looked at the weeds floating in the pond. “At first, we wanted to look for gold or silver underground, since panning for precious metals is like instinct for us.”

"Sigh, but the law doesn't allow it." She shrugged, seemingly having found a place to vent her frustrations to Xue Dinglu.

"Later, we thought about going to sea to become the Pirate King and find treasures like shipwrecks on the seabed. After all, it would be an incredibly easy job for us who can communicate with fish."

"But then we found out that treasure hunting is also illegal..."

Chapter 174 Don't come any closer!

"In short, we looked at all the methods in the code, but found that they were either illegal or difficult for us to implement. In the end, we decided to use local materials. Originally, we were going to clear the entire back mountain, but now we are just turning the cleared weeds into bread."

The little princess shared their thought process of trying to find ways to make money these past few days.

Xue's Law is speechless. You guys actually learned how to make money by looking for methods in the code. Although you didn't find any, is the enlightenment effect in Longchang really that good?

As expected of someone from the "Silver Kingdom," Xue Lude felt that the fact that this little girl could use a pitchfork to work like an ordinary person was already a huge improvement.

It seems that finding a way to make money has been quite difficult for her lately. Xue Daolu felt that the little girl was even a bit feverish and wanted to quit.

But it seems that when he thought of the "fake" version of himself in Shirogane Middle School building his home, and in order to prove that he was better than that fake version, he had to work hard, so he started to fight desperately.

If she weren't too old to work, Xue Dinglu would have suspected that she might have gone to Jiangcheng to work five jobs at once, and then give a speech at a beer hall after finishing her work.

"Is the cash flow really that tight? I can lend you some money." Xue Luding looked at the chaotic scene on the back mountain. The Knight Commander said that if one person does the work of ten, then he is really working like a beast of burden.

Old Watson, on the other hand, developed dark circles under his eyes after only a few days. His desk was covered with discarded A4 papers and magical inscriptions, a testament to his attempts to improve his previous magic, but clearly, much of it was futile.

He can only use the bread-making technique modified by Xue's Law, and the remaining two spells: one to accelerate plant growth, which can make a cabbage grow dozens of times overnight, and the other is a spell for communication and soothing.

That was all; all his remaining magical deductions ended in failure.

Looking at the manuscript on the ground, Xue Lude picked it up and looked at it. Old Watson seemed to be using exhaustive deduction to figure out how the original magic should be modified to be effective.

To make things difficult for this otherworldly mage, Xue's Law has only managed to improve one bread spell so far; all other fairy tale magic has ended in failure.

However, with the ability to materialize illusions, most basic magic is no longer needed.

However, he would still collect spells like "communication and soothing," partly to gather strange and unusual spells in case they came in handy, and partly as a way to fill out his library.

Seeing Xue Luding frowning as he looked at the manuscript on the ground, the little princess, who had been hesitant to speak, finally spoke.

She is indeed short of money. Road repairs, parking lot construction, and renovation materials... there are countless places that require money, and she currently has less than a million yuan in funds.

Although the other young knights had scattered throughout Jiangcheng to earn money, they could only supplement their household income. Bringing back tens of thousands of yuan a day was already a great harvest. Therefore, for her, the only way to keep the cash flow running was through other means...

loan?

After seeing the loan terms, she immediately felt they were like vampires. She would rather stay here and sell bread than take out a loan. After calculating, she realized she was losing money hand over fist.

The thought of her small sum of money being taken by loan sharks made her heart ache as if fingers were piercing her temples. She would rather use the extra money as tribute to the suzerain state and as a share of the "god's" earnings.

After all, these acts of filial piety will eventually be rewarded.

After thinking for a long time, she finally said, "How about 200 million? And then add two percentage points to your dividends?"

She held up a 2, then thought it might be too much. Two million would allow her to revitalize her money and start engaging in even bolder money-making activities.

These days, all she cares about is money.

"Two million..." Xue Dinglu frowned.

He did have the money; the second batch of revenue from the broadcasts on the TT website came in, amounting to about three million yuan, but this was pretty much the final revenue.

There probably won't be much follow-up, and fairy tales are obviously not suitable for making into videos; that world is too cheesy, and even if the whole thing is censored, it won't pass the review.

Removing the scenes of hell would make the story incomplete and nonsensical, so Xue Law abandoned the project after cutting it halfway through. In the end, the footage was only used to tell the Silver Nation people about the video.

As for materializing illusions... it's much easier to just turn them into gold directly...

So, the video project has been put on hold for now. The original purpose of uploading the video was to promote the Greek inmates. Now, the Greek inmates are making waves online on their own. It's possible that the old lady who gets a five-kill streak late at night is one of their alternate accounts. So, he doesn't care much about the video's operation.

"Is two million a lot...? One million...one million is enough..."

She immediately said that Xue Lude could sense that she was really short of money.

“No need. I think these manuscripts are quite good. Are these for sale?” Xue Dinglu pointed to the manuscripts on the ground and asked.

These experimental data, recorded one by one using exhaustive methods, are very abstract, but they still have some value for the enlightenment and research of magic. Xue's Law believes that they could even be bound into a book and placed in a library.

"Sigh, is that all?" The little princess saw the discarded manuscripts on the ground and old Watson, who had fallen asleep at some point.

She felt that it was a huge profit for her side to be able to exchange these discarded magic improvement data for millions, since the data was useless to them, but exchanging it for money could solve their immediate crisis.

She even felt a pang of conscience about making this money. Should she invest her own money again to get another two million?

"That's all. The value of knowledge can't be measured in money. Although this knowledge isn't very useful to me, it might be priceless to some people." After saying this, Xue Dinglu collected all the manuscripts.

A total of 84 A4 sheets were filled with writing. This court magician really went all out to restore his kingdom.

Xue Lude looked at the scattered magical data. He didn't have time to organize it, but he knew that someone else had it, and might even be overjoyed to see these magical inscriptions and data.

Austin, the old mystic, a man living in the end times who could only study mysticism, had an unparalleled passion for any magical creation. He would even get so excited about a book on holy light that he would poke his temple with his finger.

This innovative approach to improving magic might just give him some amazing inspiration, and he might even end up working for Xue Dinglu for free, binding this scattered magical knowledge into a book.

Wow, I'm such a capitalist! They should be thanking me.

Soon, Xue Dinglu found a way to legally transfer two million to the little princess's account.

Xue Dinglu refused the little princess's request to stay for dinner and a movie, as well as her occasional attempts to approach him, just like the elf Ani did. He then left the Silver Kingdom.

He was just checking on the progress and to see if the group had been behaving themselves these past few days. He didn't expect them to be so obedient that Xue Dinglu even felt a little sorry for them and gave them some money.

Back in the house, Xue Lude handed the manuscript to the old mystic.

Sure enough, he was extremely excited.

If he had never witnessed true magic, he might still have remained engrossed in the study of the occult and dedicated his life to it.

However, after truly witnessing magic, especially the creation of things out of thin air that ignores the law of conservation, he immediately became incredibly excited and was able to fully master even the first-order Holy Light spell.

Now, this record of magical experiments created from scratch by another magician is an even greater treasure to him. He completely forgot about time and began to organize and study it tirelessly.

"A real scholar?" Seeing the old mystic go crazy after learning new knowledge, even abandoning all his gentlemanly demeanor, I felt a sense of "If I could learn real magic, it would be worth dying for."

Let him learn on his own at his own pace.

By the way, at least within Xue's consciousness space, the magic ban was lifted for him, so the old mystic successfully released the Holy Light spell, which made him extremely excited.

……

That night, Xue Dinglu had a dream.

That was the dream of the old mystic Austin. He spent most of his time studying the memories of local customs and cultures, which are actually the origins of mysticism. At the same time, astrology was more like a superficial profession that covered up mysticism for him.

In that parallel world, mystics have their own small circle of people who are passionate about studying all sorts of folklore and ancient history, trying to decipher new mystical rituals from the slightest clues from the age of gods.

At the same time, the scope of mysticism is extremely narrow. For them, the more people know the principles of their techniques, the less effective they become. Therefore, for mystics, if someone accidentally posts the principles of their techniques online, it is a disaster.

Even with their mother sealing away the magic to such an extent, these mystics, with their tenacious perseverance and unwavering spirit, have managed to perpetuate the mysticism and decipher more and more spells and rituals.

On the surface, they are all professors from various universities with other identities, but in secret they are all desperately studying the occult and trying to use the occult to unlock the legendary "magic".

The lifelong dream of a mystic is to become a magician and master real magic, not this kind of trickery-like mysticism.

This group also has another dream: to lead the world out of the end times and restore it to the magical concentration of the Age of Gods, so that people will no longer be troubled by magic and all mystics can ascend to become true magicians.

Upon seeing this, Xue's Law suddenly had a bad feeling.

So, more than ten mystics came to Salem, a small town near Boston. Each of them had their own unique techniques, and each of them was powerful and experienced. They were all senior figures who had worked in the field of mysticism for many years and possessed extraordinary wisdom and patience. They gathered together to study how to revive the rituals of the Age of Gods on a small scale.

Xue Law: "..."

Please, I'm begging you, don't come any closer! Don't be reckless!

Then, it seemed they had succeeded halfway...

Xue Law: "..."

Do not! ! !

Chapter 175 The Ancient Tree of the Divine Age, "Chijera"

For the mystics of that world, Salem, the town of Boston, was chosen because it was a holy site for mystics.

This is the last place where "magic" and "gods" appeared, the final resting place of the ancient gods. Countless mystics have found ancient information in Salem and deciphered new rituals. Even today, these rituals remain treasures of certain schools of thought.

In Boston, there are ancient relics of both the sky god "Smoke Mirror" and the sun god "Feathered Serpent" from North American mythology. Many colonists put these ancient relics left by the temples into their own museums under the guise of "protection" to facilitate the study of the occult.

It wasn't just the Age of Gods; Boston also experienced the only magical event since the Age of Gods in the early Age of Exploration, before the establishment of the America. This magic was said to be related to an ancient god, but all records have been deleted. However, careful searching can still reveal clues.

The abundance of taboo knowledge here has made Boston the second most mysterious place in the world after the Fog City.

Therefore, many mystics hide themselves as professors at Boston University, Harvard, and MIT, just to gain a superficial identity while coming here at any time to freeload and see if they can be lucky enough to find usable ancient texts and relics again.

Therefore, this occult ritual took place in Salem, Boston, and included not only the occultists hidden in Boston, but also countless scholars from all over the world. They were all teachers from top universities, but at this moment, all they wanted was to recreate the magical concentration of the Age of Gods and lift the restrictions on magic in this small town of Salem, or even smaller, in Boston.

This is what is commonly referred to as the resurgence of spiritual energy (mysticism).

And the old mystic Austin was one of them. Mystics are a group of people who are crazy about the divine age and magic. Their life's ideal is magic. They would even die for the sake of seeing magic.

Therefore, in this environment, an extremely complex occult ritual was set up in the town of Salem. A large number of occultists worked together for several years to finally complete the setup.

They launched a ritual, intending to begin a mysterious revival centered on the town of Salem.

The bad news is that they failed and were unable to successfully replicate the magical concentration and domain of the Age of Gods.

The good news is that they successfully summoned the "Ancient Gods" of the Age of Gods!

It was a majestic tree with an incredibly extensive root system that could penetrate several kilometers underground and even reach deeper into the earth's crust, a mysterious place that no technology or mysticism could explore.

The tree roots intertwined like sick snakes, arching up the surrounding earth and splitting it into a spider web. The thickest root burrowed into the remaining silt in the nearby river, frantically absorbing energy, and at its end grew scale-like protrusions resembling those of a lizard.

If this were in Northern Europe, they might actually believe they had summoned the "World Tree," but this is Boston, and all the mystics in North America have tried to connect this tree with their mystical culture, but they have been unable to find any connection.

However, it is clear that this ancient tree is an ancient plant. According to research, it has been alive for at least hundreds of thousands of years and has fully experienced the Age of Gods. Even mystics have successfully extracted what they have been dreaming of from the branches of the ancient tree.

magic!

They were driven to greed and madness by it. The news had already spread within the small circles of occultism, and everyone was in an uproar. The hope for a revival of the mystical was just around the corner.

So they named the ancient tree "Jera," which means "end of an era" in the native language. They believed that they were about to usher in a new era, an era of magic, and that the ancient tree represented the end of the current era.

And because they wanted to use this ancient tree as a catalyst for a global catastrophe, they added the prefix "Gi" before "Gera," meaning "the whole world."

Thus, the ancient tree named "Chigela" took root in Salem, a small town near Boston!

……

Xue Law: "..."

Oh ho, it’s over!

The memory breaks down here, and Xue even suspects that all the mystics died when they summoned the ancient tree, and the remaining memories are just the fantasies of these mystics before they died.

Whether by coincidence or by some unseen arrangement, Xue Dinglu felt that the world was beyond saving after seeing the name "Zijiela".