Jia Xiu carried one box while Ram hugged a stack of them, swaying as they made their way back to Aurelius's Mage Tower.
Master Dain really had a lot in stock.
Jia Xiu suspected that whenever he had nothing else to do, he made a few for practice and amusement.
In essence, it was the same as rolling walnuts in one's hand or spinning a fingertip top—just with a higher technical threshold.
The calculators Master Dain provided came in every conceivable shape: glasses, typewriter-style models, cylindrical ones, ones built into briefcases, and dial-operated versions.
Their input methods were equally varied: voice input, handwriting input, keyboard input, and relatively primitive versions that required manually cranking a lever.
Though their calculating efficiency was not much to speak of, there certainly was a wide variety of them.
It felt rather like the great melee of flip phones, slider phones, and candy-bar phones before touchscreen phones conquered the world.
Who knew whether they worked well? There was no quality guarantee, no warranty, and no manual.
"Take them back and try them yourself. You'll learn once you try."
That was what Master Dain had said.
Considering these things had practically been given away for free, Jia Xiu could accept all those shortcomings.
What more could he ask for when they were free?
Once he got back, he planned to hand them straight out to the human calculators attending the winter camp.
It would be best if they improved efficiency. If they were not much use, they could just be handed out as souvenirs.
By souvenir standards, these calculators were practically perfect.
They fit the theme of mathematical computation, were handmade, and every single one was a limited edition.
He could not imagine how expensive they would be if sold as luxury goods.
"Boss," Ram's voice