After the full level of all professions

Elsie laughed: "You know what a fart, what's wrong with flattering? As long as God's father knows that I'm desperately trying to please him, he will understand that I am a very obedient subordinate, that's enough Now, as for whether it’s on the point, who cares?"

Two subordinates: "..."

You have to learn this one!

However, the two subordinates immediately discovered that they couldn't learn, and their cheeks were not as thick as the leader, so ordinary people really couldn't learn such a frenzied licking method.

Half an hour later, Elsie took a team of fully armed soldiers, dressed in shiny steel armor, and walked onto the west wind street of the holy city, where a young man who seemed to have a little money stopped in the street.

The young man was suddenly surrounded by a group of soldiers armed to the teeth, and he was really startled. I saw Elsie stretched out his hand to get something from under the cloak. The young man thought he was going to draw a sword and chop himself. "This is the west wind of the holy city. God's father is kind and loving to the people. The army must not bully the beloved at will!"

As soon as he finished roaring, he saw Elsie pull out a book from under his cloak: "Brother, don't you buy Man's picture book? God's father."

young people:"……"

At that time, he had a sentence that MMP didn’t know if it should be said improperly, and it took a long time before he came along: "Is it the father of God?"

"Yes!" Elsie said with a smile: "Would you like to have a copy? It's super cheap. Look at the price on the back of this book. It was set by God's father himself. The common people can afford it. I don't have one Charge a penny difference from it."

The fact is that the pricing is not the same as the ex-factory price, but young people don’t know that Elsie can earn a few copper plates by selling one.

The young man glanced at the price and was a little curious: "A book is so cheap?"

Elsie said: "Because it is not made of parchment, but Oriental paper with the latest technology, and the cost is very low."

"Well, since it's God's father and it's so cheap, I'll buy one." The young man took out dozens of copper coins and bought a book.

As soon as I opened the first page, I was shocked by the breath of infants coming to my face.

On the spot, he grabbed Elsie's arm and said, "You told me that this toddler's style of painting is God's father? You slander God's father, aren't you afraid of death?"

Elsie said: "Don't look at who I am. I, Elsie, is the number one loyal minister under God's father. Will I slander God's father?"

The young man thought about it carefully. That’s right. Even if the whole world betrayed the god’s father, Elsie wouldn’t. He is the most famous licking monster in the West Wind. Well, let’s take a closer look at the book. What?

A few minutes later, the young man jumped to the floor and jumped to the floor: "Where is the second book? I want the second book!"

Chapter 634 You Are Not Real Art

Robb's Man painting, with Elsie's desperate promotion, slowly entered the public eye.

At first, almost no one wanted to read this broken book. After all, the style of painting was too curious. In addition, the quality of engraving and printing at this time was unstable and the quality of printing was not uniform. Sometimes a book was printed well, but In most printing, it becomes more ugly because of ink soaking.

However, it is God's father after all!

With Robb’s golden sign, the people in Westwind are willing to endure the terrible style of children’s paintings, and forcibly read such a book. Then, I don’t know, it’s amazing at first glance. This story is Mrs. Mrs. Mrs. He. It's interesting.

Not to mention these less knowledgeable medieval natives, even modern people who have seen countless novels, animations, and movies will be too cool to be rejected by the "Invincible Stream".

The common people of the holy city of Westwind are the first to come into contact with "Invincible Flow", and they really feel pretty good seeing the story of the protagonist who is so powerful that they are so cute.

Soon, the first five hundred printed copies were sold out.

Elsie hurriedly went to the printing factory to order the second batch. This time I won't be stingy with 500 copies, and printed 1,000 copies directly, and then continued to sell!

In the end, it was almost sold to the extent that young people over the age of ten and under twenty in the holy city of Xifeng Town had one copy.Between the ages of 20 and 30, the penetration rate has reached 80%.However, the penetration rate of people over 30 years old has plummeted, but even so, the final sales volume reached as many as 8,000...

For a city with a population of less than 30,000, it can be said that it has sold to the limit.

At noon that day, Robb finished her lunch and was lazy on his stone chair. Next to him was Sofa, holding a writing brush. He was scribbling on the rice paper on the stone table. What she was drawing was One Punch Man's sixth book...

Robb became lazy after he produced the first three volumes. He refused to continue to paint the following under the name of "Nothing but Three". However, the interest of the readers has been adjusted and the story is not continued. No way, even if he is the father of God, readers who can't see the update will be rebellious.

In desperation, Robb had no choice but to adopt a compromise method. He told the story and asked Sofa to draw the story.

Anyway, Solfa is good at forging documents and exemplary handwriting, so it would be better to ghost Robb.

However, even those who are good at forging handwriting can hardly copy the children's painting style of the first three volumes perfectly. This painting style is simply embarrassing the imitators.It took Sofa a few days to paint before he managed to imitate this style of painting.

At this time, while she was drawing the sixth volume, she was vomiting in her mouth: "The documents I forged before were all parchment scrolls with beautiful writing and good style. Why do I have to draw this strange here now? Things? The painting skills that I have learned hard since I was little will be discarded."

Robb laughed loudly: "That's no way, who told you to be my maid? Who will help me if you don't?"

Sofa angrily gestured contemptuously at him.

The two are making trouble here. Marianne is here, with the butler of the Cotton family behind him. This butler usually works with Marianne's father Sidmond Cotton on the side of the light road. Seeing him come once to the Path of Light, it surprised Robb: "Oh, why did Mr. Butler come?"

The housekeeper bowed a big gift to Robb, but did not speak. He gave the precious opportunity to speak with God’s father to her eldest lady. Marianne took the conversation and said, "I asked him to come over, and I want to move in Westwind Town. Order something to sell on Bright Road."

"Oh?" Robach said, "What do you see?"

Marianne chuckled: "Your Man picture book."

Robb: "Yo!"

Marianne said: "Although the picture of this Man's picture book is really unsightly, its story is really good. I think young people on the bright road will also like this story, and the story there With a population of hundreds of thousands, I would make a lot of money by pulling a train to sell it. As long as the first volume sells well, I can sell this thing for a long time. I was thinking, since cheap paper has appeared, then Many books will appear in the future, and I may be able to open a bookstore."

Robb gave Marian a thumbs up: "It's really good. Your business talents always make me admire. It's good, good. I think your bookstore has a great idea. You can do it. Although there is nothing to do right now. Books are available for sale, but as long as you get ahead, it won’t be long before a large number of books pop up, and your store will already have a reputation and become a leader in the industry."

Marian got his affirmation, smiled sweetly, and asked the butler to go to the printing shop to order, but she herself sat down at the stone table, looking like she was going to mix the afternoon here.

Robb smiled and gave her two more math problems, and then ignored her.

In a leisurely afternoon, time passed slowly.

At about two o’clock in the afternoon, when the weather was the hottest, a group of people suddenly ran down from the hillside. The leader was the Elf Elder. He looked excited and inexplicable. He ran fast, and scared the two elves guarding. The following kept calling: "Elder, slow down, don't fall."

This sleek old man is not willing to be slow, on the contrary, he ran faster. In a blink of an eye, he ran to Robb with a smile, he smiled and handed a piece of paper...

Robb took it in his hand and looked at it. Tsk, it’s terrible. The white paper was tossed and the back was waxed. It felt hard in his hand. When he touched the paper, it also had a certain degree of hardness. Paper that diffuses as soon as the ink goes on.

"How?" The old elven man triumphantly said with a white beard: "I am a senior alchemist of the elven clan, and cooperated with the paper craftsmen of the East. It didn't take long to get this out, hahahaha."

"It's really amazing." Robb smiled and said, "I know you will succeed sooner or later, but I didn't expect it so soon."

"Now I can publish the book very conveniently, hahaha." The old elven man said with a smile: "Your inexplicable Man painting is sold so well. It is really unexpected to me, but it is also at the same time. It shows how much people are eager to read books. This is a desert of literature. Someone must stand up to save people's withered hearts. I am going to start writing books. I want to write the best books to satisfy everyone's pursuit and yearning for literature. ."

Robb said, "Why am I inexplicable? My story is a good one."

The old elven man shook his head: "I read it later. The story is too simple and lacks depth. It is to repeatedly use powerful strength to pretend to be compared. There is no deep connotation. This is not true art. You wait. , I will use my pen to create real art for you."

Chapter 635 A Forest Overgrown with Black Pine

The old man's speech made Robb very happy: "Wow, real art?"

"That's right!" The old man hummed: "Things that are deep-thinking, touching, and thought-provoking are the real literature and art. Of course, the art of painting is the same. I think these things are necessary. It takes a soul to be truly liked by the public."

"Yes, yes, you are right, old gentleman." Robb said: "Then go on creating, I am looking forward to it."