Chapter 155 You are so cultured
The tavern became noisy again.
Those in the front row couldn't help but read the stack of papers they had received, wanting to see if there was any difference between this stack and the ones they had received previously. Those in the back row shouted and scolded, asking those who had received a bunch of documents to hurry up and stop occupying the toilet without doing anything.
"Remember to sign and put your fingerprints on them! That's your receipt for the books you reserved!" Dolly shouted, "All of these people just now failed! Take them back and fill them out again!"
Two or three people have already submitted their intention forms. Although the operating procedures are clearly written on paper, it is difficult for uneducated mercenaries to grasp the key points in a long paragraph, so there are more or less some writing errors.
After hearing what Dolly said, those people stepped forward shyly, tried to ignore the gazes of others, and took their files back to revise them.
"Master Dolly, if I change my mind after submitting my intention and want to buy more or fewer books, can I still change it?" a young mercenary asked nervously.
"Oh, my books are not in stock, but printed according to the quantity you declared. You can of course choose to increase the purchase quantity after submitting your intention.
After all, I am a businessman. As long as I have goods and customers are willing to buy, why shouldn’t I do business? But unfortunately, if everyone thinks this way, some people will not be able to buy even a book in the end.” Dolly shook her head with regret.
Then I'd better write a higher number. Some mercenaries immediately had this idea in their minds after listening to Dolly's explanation.
A young mercenary with slightly curly hair sitting next to Harun carefully erased the "1" he had just written, and then wrote a "4" next to it.
"Don't report too much, just fill in as much as you want," Dolly put her hands on her hips, a smile on her face, "If the books aren't sold by then, I'll check the intention form and catch them one by one. Once you sign and put your fingerprints on them, you can't get away."
The curly-haired young mercenary felt guilty, as if he had been caught doing something bad. He quickly crossed out the "4" on the paper again. This time, he crossed it out more forcefully and carefully, for fear that someone would notice that he had originally written a "4".
After crossing out the numbers, he became confused again.
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At night, Dixia finished her day's work, said goodbye to Harold, and took a three-hour boat ride back to the port of Ormos, the base of the Blazing Beast Hunters.
Because of Dishia's reputation, the Blazing Beastmen have their own small bases in Port Omos and Kawan Station. Apart from discussing business in Master Dolly's tavern, they still prefer to stay at home.
As soon as Dishia entered the room, she found that the atmosphere in the base was unusual. Hisham stretched out his arms and held a piece of paper facing the only elemental force lamp in the room. Harun squatted and gestured with a feather pen. The other members were distributed in a semicircle, surrounding the two people in the middle. Everyone looked solemn and dignified.
"Are you holding some mysterious ceremony?" Dixia threw the bag on the ground and strode towards the other members.
"Dixia!" Hisham was stunned at first, then showed a look of surprise.
"Dishya?!"
The other members also showed expressions of surprise or joy.
"Didn't you accept a five-year mission? We thought we wouldn't see you for a long time." Harun stood up straight, put down his pen, and said.
"I have accepted a long-term mission, not going abroad to work. I can come back anytime I want - what are you doing?" Dixia looked at the paper in Hisham's hand, then at the elemental lamp, and asked in confusion.
"We are trying to copy the text on the paper. Don't tell anyone!" Hisham lowered his voice.
"Ah?" Dixia was still puzzled.
So Hisham picked up the tool and demonstrated on the spot: "As long as we attach a white paper to the document and hold it to the light, the words on the back will be clearly visible through the paper. Then we can write along the imprint with a pen and copy the content on it."
"Oh - why are you doing these things? I've never seen you so interested in books before." said Dixia.
They both smiled shyly, told Dishia what they had seen and heard in Dolly's Tavern that morning, and then handed her an interest form, pointing to the numbers on it and saying:
"Look, these books are too expensive! If each member of our mercenary group buys a set, it will cost more than half a million."
“So we thought of another way.”
"If we can reproduce it ourselves, all of us only need to buy one set."
"We don't know how to write Xumi characters, so there will be no mistakes if we use this method to replicate it!"
"Although I feel a little sorry for Master Dolly...but we really can't afford that much money, and the master didn't say that we can't copy or photocopy by ourselves, so we just secretly made some by ourselves, within our group, without telling anyone else."
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The two of them explained the cause and effect of the matter to Dixia one by one, and other people around them also interjected from time to time.
Dixia soon found out the reason. When she learned that Dolly had started selling textbooks, she was also very excited. She thought this was a way to change the fate of the desert people. But after listening to the two people's retelling and reading the introduction and instructions in the intention survey, she felt that it would be better to treat it rationally.
"Self-study according to textbooks definitely has its benefits, but it's too exaggerated to be admitted to the Church of God and become a sage! If it's really that easy, everyone in the rain forest can become a sage. They have been self-studying since childhood." Dixia said.
"In fact, we haven't really thought about becoming sages. Just me? I don't even know a few desert words."
When Harun finished speaking, everyone around him burst into laughter.
"I'm already in my twenties, and this is all I can do for the rest of my life, but I can learn as much as I can so that I can teach my children in the future, so that they won't become illiterate like me," Hisham said shyly.
"Why do you sound so old-fashioned? Where did you hear that from?" Di Xia didn't believe that these two could come up with such words.
Hisham: “Everyone is saying that now.”
Harlan nodded in agreement.
Dixia: "I said, you don't even have a girlfriend, why are you suddenly thinking about the next generation?"
They both curled their lips and smiled awkwardly.
"So Dixia, do you have any sisters who want to join the mercenary group?"
"Do you think my friends are the deceptive flowers in the field, one or two of which pop up from time to time?!" Dixia said dissatisfiedly with her arms folded.
"Wow, Dishia, you speak so cultured now." Hisham said in surprise.
Harlan: "Yeah, yeah, it's different from doing research with scholars. I can hardly understand what they say."
"How is this cultured?" Dixia held her forehead in pain because of the awkward praise of the two people, and thought to herself that I must be too tired recently, why is my mind full of lies and flowers.