Cultural Invasion into Isekai

The next morning.

It will take about two days to prepare for the publicity work of Sir Bauhinia. During this period, although the theater has officially released beauty and the devil, no one knows.

Josh took advantage of this time to pull Shirley and Herland to Norland's patent Council.

This is a building that has only been built for more than a decade. It looks more like a museum than a national administrative agency.

Although the crowd was surging inside the patent Council, it was not noisy. Magicians in various robes rushed through the hall with a large amount of paper. Some foreign visitors with different skin colors were also affected by this orderly atmosphere. They spoke in a whisper.

"This way."

Herland is no longer possible. She is eager to chat with Herland. She has not carefully checked the contents of Qiao Xiu's filling in, and even some relevant documents have not been checked.

With the badge marked 372 in his hand, in order not to delay time or disturb Herland's reminiscence with her friends, he asked him to follow him to the transmission array where the inscription was recorded by the side of the window.

The badge flashed with pale white inscriptions, and after the brief sense of weightlessness disappeared, Joshua found himself standing in the middle of a cluttered office.

The documents are randomly stacked on the desk of the office, and the bookshelves around are also very messy. The most striking thing is an owl standing on the bookshelf. Its pupil is still staring at Qiao Xiu who suddenly appears in the room.

Qiao Xiu knocked on the door to signal a visitor, and the owner of the office heard the knock, and suddenly came out from behind the desk.

It was an old man who looked over 70, wearing a dirty grey robe, which was quite like the grey robed mage in the Lord of the rings, or Gandalf in close combat.

"Well, I'm here to apply for patent ownership." Qiao Xiu broke the silence in the room in advance? Just a moment. I'm looking for a letter

He rummaged through the disorderly books on the bookshelf, and had just pulled out one. The rest of the books fell like dominoes, crushing the poor old man directly below.

All of a sudden, pale white inscriptions appeared in the air, and the books that fell to the ground were covered with the same light, and then they floated directly to the corner of the room.

"These damned books are crushing my old bones." The grey robed master stood up from the ground and rubbed his forehead.

The owl standing on the bookshelf seemed to have lost its sight. It waved its wings and grabbed a piece of inscription of order on the ground with its claws. Can it build the magic of remote communication? ——The letter from the 72nd issue of owl pen pals association was put on the table.

"Here After looking for two days, I finally found it! "

The grey robed master patted the dust on the letter in surprise, put on his glasses, flipped the letter, found one of the lines, picked up the goose feather pen beside it, wrote the latest answer on it, and then rolled up the letter.

The owl nearby jumped on the table, picked up the slightly worn letter and flew out of the window. Before the gray owl flew out, a White Owl fell by the window again and put a letter on the table.

Which mage opened the letter and scanned it.

"Nonsense! There is no point in constructing the transmission inscription like this! "

He angrily picked up the pen, wrote a paragraph on the envelope, and then let the owl out of the envelope.

After witnessing the whole process, Joshua finally found out what the grey robed mage was doing.

To put it simply, it's "brushing posts and scolding the owner for being mentally retarded.".

In a flash, Joshua could see the writing on the letter clearly. All the handwriting was different. It was obviously written by different people. They wrote their ideas on the letter and passed them on through owls, so as to achieve the purpose of discussion without leaving home.

Maybe Joshua should find a time to write a "caster forum" program?