"Huh?! Wasn't this old mage your choice? I just told you to find a powerful fanatic." Ren looks at the doll Betty in shock. How can she say such complete nonsense with a straight face?!
"But weren't you the one who made the final decision?"
"...I only knew there was this powerful old mage in the eastern mountains of the capital. You said this guy was a fanatic, so I agreed! We can't have some weakling do this kind of thing, right? The more powerful the magician, the more convenient it is for them to do things for us."
Meeting Betty's suspicious gaze, Ren shakes his head helplessly: "But honestly, choosing this guy isn't bad—he's pretty clever."
"He was blackmailing just now, wasn't he?"
"How can you call it blackmail? He understood our intentions, and besides, didn't you notice? He doesn't have that so-called etiquette between nobles that's common in this kingdom. That's very useful for our future expansion."
Ren seriously analyzes: "Let's not talk about this for now. From what that Royal Mage Society president said, it seems like he wants to send Magic Net Rings to the border. Try checking other believers to see if this is really happening. If so, it could save us a lot of trouble."
Sending things to the mortal realm isn't easy.
You have to use fanatics as intermediaries and build an altar to do it.
If mortals handle the spreading, efficiency will definitely increase a lot.
"Are we planning to go public... public beta?! That should be the right word, right?"
Betty looks at Ren seriously. Even now, she still can't figure out why this guy's mouth always produces some really weird new words.
"It can only be considered larger-scale testing."
Ren shakes his head: "We can only confirm now that 1,000 people within the capital can operate normally. Next we need to verify whether thousands of people throughout the entire Kingdom of Dawn can operate normally."
"If there are no problems, we'll start applying the Dawn model in various duchies, kingdoms, and empires, finding one fanatic as a base point in each region... if we can find them."
The Magic Internet is crucial—you can't just throw it out there all at once. If something goes wrong and the scope is too big, it won't be easy to fix.
Ren is pretty cautious about this aspect.
"She's finally gone! Lord Ren, you don't know—this guy actually controls a tiny bit of rule power. As long as she's around, no matter what I say, you can't hear it. This is really... really when the goddess is away, the doll rules the roost! Not to criticize you, but as someone with second-level authority in the divine realm, you should limit her, otherwise she'll eventually ride on your head..."
"Did you finish the task I gave you?"
Ren rubbed his temples in exasperation. He'd love to have Betty properly restrain this guy. Without any limits, he instantly becomes like this.
Even when working, he can work while chattering away... and Ren discovered this guy can work while chattering at him while arguing with spellcasters in Magic Space at the same time...
Honestly, for a moment there, Ren thought the reason the new project was having difficulties was because this guy was out there chattering all day without concentrating. They're just some new terms—are they that hard to understand?
Finally, under Ren's word "command," the book goes silent again... for five seconds.
Then he starts working while complaining.
With a helpless sigh, Ren once again shifts his attention to the godhead inside himself.
"Seems like they're pretty addicted to the internet! Lots of people pray five or six times a day!"
Feeling those wisps of faith coming from the mortal realm, Ren can't help but sigh. Casual believers pray more often than fanatics—who can handle that?
Every time his blood pressure spikes, seeing this crazy faith makes him feel much better, and his blood pressure gets significant relief.
The next day.
Royal Mage Society.
Coffin-Carrying Heddy carefully collects 10,000 gold shields in her "box," then casually hands the packaged 1,000 Magic Net Rings to Wilton.
"10,000 gold shields—even some marquises couldn't come up with that much. Heddy, won't you really consider joining our Royal Mage Society?"
Wilton looks at her seriously: "Just nod your head, and no matter what you need, no matter what magical experiments you want to conduct, you'll have the support of the entire kingdom. Besides, the previous society president was your teacher's teacher, and this current one is your Uncle Wilton..."
"The fanatic really is my teacher. I'm just an ordinary believer." Coffin-Carrying Heddy looks completely helpless: "Even if I joined the society, I could only get Magic Net Rings from my teacher."
Sure enough, this legendary figure is just like the old man said... equally shameless.
Heddy can't help but complain internally, but doesn't dare show it.
After spending half an hour in this awkward atmosphere, the old woman in the distance finally can't take it anymore: "Wilton! Time to move! Or do you want to stay here and experiment with me?"
"Oh, I almost forgot, I should get going! Heddy, my dear junior, I've already prepared a shop for you—Shop #8. I'll come find you when I get back..."
Before his voice completely fades, Wilton disappears on the spot, leaving only the dazed Heddy and others.
"Little girl, don't let Wilton fool you. He was like this 200 years ago too... anyway, this guy is very unreliable. Your teacher should have told you. If you ask me, you should join our Runic Society instead..."
"Ma'am, I really am not a fanatic of the Goddess, and I haven't received any response from the Goddess!"
After who knows how long, Heddy finally breaks free from these legendary big shots and arrives at Shop #8...
It seems like making them understand that the fanatic is really her teacher is even harder than getting them to cough up 10,000 gold shields.
There are many mages in the capital.
Even more apprentices.
Grand opening celebration—participate in activities to receive 500 Magic Net Rings for free. This is Heddy's idea for a good way to give away Magic Net Rings.
In fact, it really is a good method.
When she opens for business, almost half the spellcasters in the capital come to this little shop.
The unlucky Drew also participates in the activity, but unfortunately, he still fails to get his own Magic Net Ring.
"What? Only one gold shield?"
When the free era ends, unlucky Drew takes out his wallet, preparing for major bleeding, but after hearing Coffin-Carrying Heddy's price, he's stunned.
Completely dazed.
Only one gold shield...
He just needed to wait a little longer...
He who originally could have easily obtained a Magic Net Ring now carries the nickname "Unlucky Drew."
He knows this nickname has formed, is already circulating in the capital's mage circles, and is irreversible.
Before long, people will forget why he's called "Unlucky Drew," but "Unlucky Drew" will follow him like his shadow until a hundred years later...
Even after a hundred years when his life ends, it will still remain on his tombstone...
People's feelings don't connect with each other.
He's still despairing, but everyone around him is excited.
They've finally gotten the legendary Magic Net Rings.
Heddy's little shop is very lively, especially a few days later when people are surprised to discover that mages from various border cities throughout the kingdom are also starting to appear in Magic Space...
Magic Net Rings can actually transmit over extremely long distances!
Some quick-thinking people are already considering buying one to send to friends and family far away...
"Help! What kind of monster is this?! Waiting online, pretty urgent!"
This day, after Ren finishes his day of studying and has nothing to do, he opens the Magic Net to pass some time and sees this post, then: "Doll, is this your relative?"