MTL - Transcendent Dawn-Chapter 770 Reincarnation

early morning.

　　

　　Sunlight is pouring down the street warmly.

　　

　　 Thulhu paced slowly on the road and saw a young couple approaching.

　　

　　 "Good day, Mr. Turing!"

　　

　　 They saw Thulhu and greeted them first.

　　

　　 "Congratulations, Herak, your wife is about to give birth, right?"

　　

　　Thulhu responded with a smile, and the two sides walked across.

　　

　　 After taking a walk every morning, he returned to the mansion, and the slave girl Masha immediately served today's food.

　　

　　 The staple food is a kind of wheat bread, with olive oil and wine, and a small dish of refined salt-at this time, this is the food of the best.

　　

　　 Thulhu took two bites carelessly, and ordered: "Let Bidi and Hamilton come over."

　　

　　 Hamilton was another male slave he bought. He could read and calculate, and the price was very high.

　　

　　 And Bidi has followed him since he saw the mastery of Thulhu.

　　

　　 After Martha went down, not long after, Bidi and Hamilton walked over together: "Good day, sir!"

　　

　　 "Well, let's go see my workshop..."

　　

　　 Thulhu wiped his mouth, stood up, and led the two to a paper-making workshop in the city.

　　

　　As soon as I started, I saw several ponds, with a lot of rags and plant skins soaked in them.

　　

　　 "Businessmen outside the city are happy to buy limestone and supply them in large quantities."

　　

　　 Bidi reported next to him.

　　

　　 Thulhu entered the workshop and saw a large number of fibers that had undergone preliminary separation were beaten into pulp, filtered, fished out, dried or dried, and turned into sheets of white paper with various colors.

　　

　　 He picked up one at random, and found that because of the simple process, the paper was rough and it was not as white as snow, but it was not a problem to write it.

　　

　　 "Where is the market?"

　　

　　 Thulhu asked.

　　

　　 "According to the owner's order, the price of ten sheets of iron shell is lower than cloth and animal skins, and more convenient than clay tablets. Someone has already purchased a batch, and the response is very good..."

　　

　　 Hamilton replied.

　　

　　 "Hmm... continue..."

　　

　　 Thulhu waved his hand.

　　

　　 His external identity is Turing, a scholar-type businessman.

　　

　　 Now that I am ready to play this role, I naturally need to do something.

　　

　　 Moreover, taking out papermaking is also for the better development of civilization.

　　

　　Paper is the best carrier of knowledge, at least until more advanced storage media are developed.

　　

　　 As for secrecy and profitability, to be honest, Thulhu doesn't care at all.

　　

　　 After visiting the workshop and answering a few questions from Bidi and Hamilton, Thulhu returned to his house.

　　

　　 On the side is the Herak family.

　　

　　Herac is a warrior of the city-state. Before, he needed to follow the city lord, kill the behemoths in the wilderness, and fight against large groups of wild people. The danger is high, but the income is good.

　　

　　 And, when there is no war, it is very leisurely.

　　

　　 From the perspective of Thulhu, it is somewhat similar to the civil class of ancient Athens.

　　

　　 In addition to this one who is pregnant, he and his wife have two daughters, both of whom are only 13 or 4 years old, but they can already help with some housework.

　　

At this time, with the gradual reduction of the surrounding dangers, the city-state soldier class has little access to war, has no chance to make a fortune, and the birth of a third child, leading to the Herak family’s life becoming increasingly poor-of course, all of this. It is the observation of Thulhu.

　　

　　 this evening.

　　

　　 The harsh woman screamed, suddenly cutting through the silence of the night.

　　

　　 "It's Herak... his child is about to be born."

　　

　　 Thulhu got up, opened the window, and looked at Herak's house.

　　

　　 The head of the family was wandering restlessly outside the house. The daughters were so flustered that they only knew they were crying. Only an elderly mother was busy inside.

　　

　　 "Survival and reproduction, the two original desires of living things..."

　　

　　 Thulhu watched this scene quietly, secretly sighing.

　　

　　 In his line of sight, the moon in the sky suddenly glowed.

　　

　　 In the hazy fog, a trace of brilliance gathered to the hut next to it.

　　

　　 Of course, in the eyes of outsiders, there is still no vision.

　　

　　 "What god-man reincarnation, powerful reincarnation... I, the creator, does not speak, or... Without this setting, there will be no vision..."

　　

　　 The finger of Thulhu moved.

　　

　　Outside the world, an illusory meteor appeared, landed straight down, and crashed into the next hut.

　　

　　 This is a "vision" that only he can see.

　　

next moment.

　　

　　 "Wow! Wow!"

　　

　　 There was a cry of crying baby.

　　

　　 Thulhu saw the mother push the door open and handed a baby whose umbilical cord had just been cut to Herak.

　　

　　Herac's eyes were red, and he held the baby high above his head, his voice choked but loudly: "In the name of Moric's Herac...He is my son, he is called Jupiter!"

　　

　　 "Jupiter...Welcome to this world! My world!"

　　

　　 Seeing this scene, a smile appeared on the face of Thulhu.

　　

　　 The next day, he asked Martha to send a lamb next door as a gift for the newborn.

　　

　　 For any family, this is a great gift.

　　

　　 Therefore, Herak went straight to thank you.

　　

　　 "Turing, thank you so much... If Spann hadn't just given birth, she and the child would have come in person."

　　

　　 Herak is sincere and authentic.

　　

　　 "Seeing new life always makes me happy... Maybe it means that my business also has a good omen..." Thulhu replied with a smile.

　　

　　 "Thank you so much..."

　　

　　Herac is a vulgar person who only repeats speech.

　　

　　 At this time, he rolled his eyes and saw the study of Thulhu with a surprised expression on his face: "This is..."

　　

　　 Thulhu comes out of a single room on the second floor, with wooden shelves placed on it, and various books on it.

　　

　　 A large number of clay slabs are stacked on the bottom layer ~ www.novelbuddy.com ~ like thick bricks, and on the upper layer are stacks of animal skin papers, and some books have fluffy animal hair on the cover.

　　

　　 In addition, on the corners and walls, there are several different styles of artworks.

　　

　　Herac has been dumbfounded.

　　

　　 "I am a scholar, I like to read and collect books... The businessman is just my hobby and sideline..."

　　

Thulhu smiled and said: "Here is my collection, the history books from the establishment of the Hormon Kingdom, the geography of the northern orc kingdom, and their text, as well as the marine literature that exists in the ancient textual research... Even the older great races, their artworks are very good..."

　　

　　Herac can't speak anymore. With his superficial knowledge, he doesn't know anything about the Hormon Kingdom.

　　

　　 He just knew that Turing was a very great scholar based on these collections of books.

　　

　　 After leaving, he returned to his home and kissed Jupiter in the cradle.

　　

　　 "The child's father, did you thank Turing?"

　　

　　 asked the wife lying on the bed.

　　

　　 "Well, and... I have an idea."

　　

　　 Herak suddenly said: "The war outside the city-state has become less and less. I want Jupiter to learn words and knowledge. He needs a good teacher..."