Chapter 10 Weiya’s Proposal

"What is that?" Duke Philip, who looked up at the door beam in a strange silence of nearly a hundred people, finally couldn't help asking. Hearing his inquiry, the middle-aged nobleman who had been scratching his scalp next to him could not help but shook his head subconsciously, but murmured: "I don't know, it seems to be some kind of sign!"

This sentence immediately attracted the eyes of dozens of nobles nearby. Nonsense, what else can I hang on the door beam without hanging a sign? But the question is, what sign is it? On the rectangular silver base, hundreds of light spots are appearing in a certain order, gathering into the five colored fonts of "Anshi Casting Row". What is most surprising is that these five words do not appear at the same time, but flash in turn with the flow of light spots, and the font color will change every time they flicker...

"It's so beautiful, and full of artistic beauty!" Duke Philip, who has always liked to show off his talents, couldn't help but sigh from the bottom of his heart with some doubts. It's not difficult to imagine that only with this unique sign, even guests across the street will be attracted, which is more effective than any publicity.

Like him, the nobles around him were not stingy in praise, and they all slapped their high-highs to express their appreciation. Those who were slightly more flexible in their minds thought for a longer time. If such a plaque could be hung at the door of their mansion, it would be more cool than anything else, I am afraid that those colleagues would break the threshold.

Thinking of this, many people couldn't help but look at An Ruoran. But what made them feel a little itchy was that even though they clearly felt the hot gazes around, the young magic caster refused to say anything. He just bowed as if nothing had happened and invited everyone in with a smile.

With a little reluctance, the nobles walked into the casting industry in groups of three or three. Naturally, Vivian, Naya and Gaosen were responsible for the reception. Viaya pushed the wheelchair to follow, but when she passed by An Ruoran, she still gently pulled his sleeve and asked with a little bit of anger.

"Well... have you ever heard of time-series magic?" Although you can keep it to others, Weiya seems to be a natural nemesis, so An Ruoran immediately confessed everything. The so-called time-series magic is actually a very useless magic, and its principle is nothing more than controlling the casting time of the magic. However, Victor accidentally discovered during casting that this time-series magic can be used for casting. An Ruoran also got inspiration from it and casted this unique "neon light in another world".

In fact, the silver base is a time-series magic array, inlaid with fluorescent stones of various colors - it is a stone that will shine when it is stimulated by magic. With the existence of the time-series magic array, An Ruoran can control the time when the magic is input into the fluorescent stones, so that the light spots appear in a certain order. The final result of this combination is to enable the five light fonts of "An's Casting Line" to form a flowing effect on the signboard.

"An, what did you think of it?" Even though she already knew the creativity of the magic caster, Weiya couldn't help but feel shocked when she heard his explanation. If possible, she wanted to knock on An Ruoran's head and see what was stored inside.

"So, I'm a genius!" An Ruoran patted his chest narcissistically, slowly pushed the wheelchair, and accompanied Weiya into the casting line. At this moment, nearly a hundred nobles were surrounding the magic typewriter, watching Weiya read literary works, while Naya pointed and explained the principle.

Because it has been integrated into Vivian's soul fire, the typewriter began to spit out paper at an astonishing speed with her crisp voice. The nobles were stunned and could not believe their eyes. This was a top-notch invention that saved time. Further, if this thing could be widely promoted, the clerks in the entire imperial capital would be unemployed...

"Look, this is the best creative cast I have ever seen!" Seeing An Ruoran slowly walking in, Duke Philip, with a red face, opened his arms and came forward with a slightly exaggerated look, "Gentlemen, what are you waiting for? Shouldn't you give applause to our genius demon caster?"

Accompanied by a slightly chaotic laughter, a burst of applause rang out in the shop. Duke Philip, who was approaching him, showed a smile on his face, looking very kind. The Duke had already made up his mind that he would book a copy immediately, whether it was the neon sign outside or the typewriter in the casting shop, and it would be a unique copy.

"It is a great honor for me to be able to hear your praise." An Ruoran smiled and bowed, accepting the praise neither humbly nor arrogantly. Even though he heard too much flattery, Duke Philip was still very satisfied with the other party's politeness. After he hesitating for a moment, he simply asked directly: "So Mr. An, are you willing to cast a plaque for me? In addition, I am also very interested in this typewriter. As for the price, you can..."

"I'm sorry, I'm afraid Mr. An can't sell any castings." However, before An Ruoran answered, a male voice suddenly sounded. As nearly a hundred pairs of eyes looked, Giggs slowly walked into the hall. Although the fat face had a smile on his face, there was no slight affection. Philip frowned slightly. He knew that the magic caster was very close to His Highness Cruise, but most of the nobles who arrived today belonged to a neutral faction, so where was the fat man's turn to pretend to be a tiger's power.

"That guy, who do you think he is, and what power does he have to interfere in our free trade?" In fact, many irritable nobles could no longer help but curse. But Giggs, who heard all this, did not have any anger, but instead bowed with a smile and said, "I'm really sorry, because Mr. An has not passed the certification of our foundry Guild, so he cannot sell any foundry for the time being."

"Is this the rule of the foundry guild?" With a little confusion, Duke Philip turned his head to look at An Ruoran, vaguely feeling that he had been fooled. Of course, Giggs would definitely not miss this opportunity to add fuel to the fire. He immediately turned his head to look at An Ruoran, pretending to be exaggerated and shocked: "Mr. An, have you not announced this? To be honest, you can't waste your time like this..."

Thanks to him, the atmosphere in the casting industry suddenly fell to cold, and a strange silence suddenly enveloped the surroundings. However, in the dark faces of nearly a hundred nobles, Weiya coughed lightly as if nothing had happened and smiled: "Sir, Giggs is right. We cannot sell any casting works for the time being."

Hearing these confessions, Giggs's mouth suddenly showed a smile. But before he could suddenly turn against Weiya, he heard the woman continue to say lightly: "But, we are planning to exchange materials with you now with castings - for example, this magic typewriter is worth 50,000 gold coins. If you plan to buy it, just exchange materials worth 50,000 gold coins."

Giggs' smile suddenly frozen on his face. He stared at the smiling Weiya with a strange expression, like swallowing a fly. You should know that these nobles have the habit of stocking up materials to facilitate private casting. If An Ruoran engages in the so-called casting exchange with them, it will not only be equivalent to selling Qibao in disguise, but also obtaining sufficient materials supply, which can be said to kill two birds with one stone.

"So that's the case, why didn't you say it earlier!" Looking at the frustrated Giggs, Duke Philip suddenly felt very happy. He patted An Ruoran's shoulder hard and said loudly with a smile on his face: "Then, I will book two typewriters and a neon plaque immediately. As for what materials to exchange, you can make a list for me, and there is no problem with the price."

With Duke Philip's request, the nobles gave orders one after another, and the atmosphere in the casting industry suddenly rose from cold to hot. Most of these nobles were neutral or tended to other princes. Therefore, when Giggs was defeated, they naturally seemed extremely happy. Many people deliberately raised their orders and deliberately gave His Royal Highness Cruise a little color.

For a moment, the casting industry was very busy, and even Vivia, who often wrote typos, took on the task of taking orders. Naya ran over with a stack of white paper, but when she passed by Giggs, she deliberately stepped on him, and then made people mutter bloodily: "Damn it, don't block the way! So, I hate those useless waste the most!"

"Hello..." Giggs grinned in pain, and couldn't help but curse. But the next moment, when he vaguely heard the neat footsteps on the street, he suddenly showed a strange smile. A few seconds later, a team of city defense forces suddenly appeared at the door of the store. The leading blonde knight was tense and shouted with a stern expression: "Who is the boss? We just received a tip, and it was rumored that there were a large number of prohibited items hidden here!

Everyone looked at each other, suddenly turned their heads at the leisurely Giggs. With nearly a hundred pairs of eyes, the fat man touched his chin as if nothing had happened and said, "What a unfortunate news! Mr. An, I'm afraid you're in new trouble..."
Chapter completed!