"I came precisely because of your great feat!" Colson did not bother with pleasantries or suspense and directly stated his purpose.
It should be explained here that so-called sages were not judged by combat power. In fact, most sages were weaklings incapable of even trussing a chicken—in every sense of the word. They possessed neither strong bodies nor spellcasting abilities. Sages were assessed entirely based on their intelligence and breadth of knowledge.
These knowledge monks considered violence a symbol of barbarism. How could cultivating magic and martial arts possibly be as interesting as studying? These people were not even willing to waste time on romance, much less on learning spells or combat techniques.
Oh, and one more thing: according to unofficial rumors, over sixty percent of these monks were virgins...
"A great feat? What are you talking about? Buying books?" Solam felt that he and this bald sage seemed to have very different understandings of the phrase "great feat." Buying books... could that really be called a great feat?
"Of course! You are the first person in centuries to finalize more than six hundred thousand books on the Knowledge Islands, and you also invented the magnificent movable type printing! How could that not be considered a great feat? Movable type printing in particular is simply the greatest innovation since knowledge itself was created! It ought to be recorded in history and revered by future generations!"
Solam had not expected that his casual remark would seem to touch this bald old man's **, making him so excited that his face turned red. Solam was almost starting to think the man had been pumped full of stimulants before coming here.
But Solam soon picked out a crucial point from that speech.
"I invented movable type printing? Are you... really a Sage of