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

At the beginning, probably 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 or something.

However, it is God's father after all!

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

Not to mention these less knowledgeable medieval aborigines, even modern people who have seen countless novels, animations, and movies will be unnecessarily undesirable 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 under the age of 20 and over ten years old in the holy city of Xifeng Town had one copy. Between the age of 20 and 30, the penetration rate has reached 80%. However, the penetration rate for 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 had finished her lunch and was lazy on his stone chair. Next to him was Sofa, with a brush in his hand. He was scribbling on the rice paper on the stone table. What she was drawing was The sixth book of One Punch Man...

After producing the first three volumes, Robb was lazy. He refused to continue painting 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 could not 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 moment, 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? Something? The painting skills I have learned hard since I was a child 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 help me?"

Sofa angrily gestured contemptuously at him.

The two are arguing 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. It is rare. Seeing him come once to the Path of Light, it surprised Robb: "Oh, why did Mr. Butler come?"

The butler 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, and Marianne took the conversation and said: "I asked him to come over, wanting to be transported in Westwind Town. Order something to sell on Bright Road."

"Oh?" Robbkey said: "What do you see?"

Marianne chuckled: "Your Man's 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 the young people on the bright road will also like this story, and the story over 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 and you can do it. Although it's not a big deal yet. 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 have established 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 Elf. He was so excited that he ran fast, and scared two Elf guards. The following kept calling: "Elder, slow down, don't fall."

This slick old man is not willing to be slow, but ran faster, and in a blink of an eye he ran to Robb with a smile, hehe smiled and handed a piece of paper...

Robb took it in his hand and took a look. Tsk, it’s terrible. The white paper was tossed off and the back was waxed. It felt hard in his hand. When he touched the surface of the paper, it had a certain degree of hardness. It was not that kind. Paper that spreads the ink as soon as it goes on.

"How?" The old elven man triumphantly said with a white beard: "I am a senior alchemist from 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: "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, which 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 souls. 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 is mine inexplicable? My story is a good one."

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