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Caelan then took his parents to see the store near the warehouse. The over two thousand square meters of space obviously astonished them again.
"My goodness," Matthias said, looking around. "So many people play the games you make every day. And there are so many people queuing up—no wonder you make money so fast."
He counted at least five or six hundred people inside.
Caelan thought to himself: What you see is just the tip of the iceberg. In his mind palace, there were currently over ten thousand people playing the game.
Ten thousand people. Even if the magical feedback from each was minimal, the accumulation and continuous flow meant his own improvement was still very significant.
This further solidified his determination to quickly create an online game. But unfortunately, his current strength wasn't enough. He couldn't make it yet.
The most urgent task was to rapidly increase the number of players.
Caelan had considered whether to further reduce costs and produce inferior consoles, but then thought it unnecessary. The current constraint on his production speed was the injection of meteorite powder, which was improving slowly. Even if he made slightly worse consoles, the speed wouldn't increase by much. Completely unnecessary.
Moreover, if he really produced such consoles, the data transfer speed would be agonizingly slow, and problems would definitely arise in the future. The amount of meteorite powder in the Elite version had been precisely calculated by Caelan over a long time—and that was with the help of his mind palace.
After introducing his parents to the three employees on duty, Caelan took them to visit his office, lounge, and warehouse.
Watching employees and customers greet their son, calling him "Boss," Caelan's parents truly felt that their son was already a boss. And seemingly a rich big boss.
...It's just that he had too few employees.
"You mean employees? There are more than twenty people at the factory, specifically helping me process runestones, package, load, and transport," Caelan said.
A total of thirty subordinates. That was quite good. Matthias had never been a leader in his life. At most, he'd guided new recruits in moving goods.
Since the Bluefinch Chapel wasn't far from the warehouse store, after touring the store, Caelan took his parents there.
Asking the church staff, they learned Father Jasper happened to be present, examining an old man. From a distance, Caelan saw light emanating from his hand, eyes focused on the old man's knee, with his glowing palm resting on it.
"The bone here is fractured," Father Jasper said after two or three minutes. "The Shadow Church is more skilled with bones. Why don't you go to the Shadow Church on Scarlet Blaze Street for treatment?"
The old man hesitated. "Father, can't you treat me?"
Father Jasper calmly replied, "Of course I can. But Holy Light works better on flesh. For bones, it takes longer. If you let me treat it, it would probably take four or five days to recover. Going to Scarlet Blaze Street might only take two or three."
"Then I'll stay here. The people from the Shadow Church are too full of dark energy," the old man quickly said.
"The treatment fee is seven gold crowns in total."
The old man's face instantly twisted. "Ah? Why is it so expensive!"
Father Jasper smiled in response.
In the end, the old man couldn't bear to spend seven gold crowns on his treatment and was helped away by his wife, limping.
Seeing that Father Jasper was free, Caelan immediately stepped forward and explained his mother's condition.
Father Jasper nodded, walked to Caelan's mother, and asked, "Madam, pardon my intrusion."
After getting permission, Father Jasper raised the Holy Light and carefully examined her.
After more than ten minutes, Father Jasper withdrew the Holy Light and concluded, "Seven places from your mother's cervical spine to her tailbone are not in their normal positions. If she is to be treated, Holy Light will need to be flushed over it more than ten times a day. She can be cured in about seven or eight days."
Caelan nodded. "Then I'll trouble you to treat my mother. My home is nearby, so we can come every day."
Father Jasper smiled slightly. "The treatment fee is 112 gold crowns."
This time it was Matthias's face that twisted. But Caelan preemptively said, "Okay. Thank you for your trouble."
Matthias's expression changed for a while. Then he looked at his silent wife beside him, thought of his son's current wealth, and finally said nothing more.
"Alright. Pay the money, and then starting tomorrow, bring her to me at eight in the morning every day. I will flush her injury with Holy Light every hour," Father Jasper said.
Caelan asked, "Can't the treatment start today?"
Father Jasper shook his head. "No. I still need to prepare some medicine. New injuries and old chronic injuries aren't the same."
Caelan nodded, handed over 112 gold crowns, and Matthias carried his wife on his back. The family prepared to leave the church.
"Father Jasper! Father Jasper! Help—save my brother!"
A voice urgently came from the entrance. Caelan looked and saw a young man carrying a blood-soaked person running into the church. A girl beside him pressed a cloth to the injured person's wound—a gash on his back from which blood was gushing.
Father Jasper flashed to the young man's front. The Holy Light in his hand flared brightly, shining directly on the injured person's body. In Caelan's vision, the wound stopped bleeding, healed, and scabbed over at a visible speed.
This was the first time Caelan had seen such Holy Light. He was stunned for a moment, as were his parents beside him.
When the casting ended, Father Jasper's face was pale. A clergyman came over to support him, but he waved him off.
Seeing there was nothing else, Caelan took his parents and left the church. Behind them, the young man's voice came from afar:
"Father, how much is the treatment fee?"
"Give one gold crown."
"Okay, thank you, Father. Little sister, go back and get the money. The money is in..."
Caelan paused. He couldn't help but turn to look. Father Jasper seemed to sense Caelan's gaze and looked over as well. Seeing it was Caelan, he immediately withdrew his gaze as if nothing had happened and continued talking to the young man.
Caelan smiled bitterly internally. It seemed this Father judged people based on their wealth. It was his turn to be treated as a big spender.
But how did he know Caelan was rich?
His mind palace searched his memories, confirming he hadn't met the priest before.
On second thought, he scanned the faces of the players and quickly found the Father's face—he was also a player. No wonder.
However, from what just happened, it could be seen that Father Jasper had good character. At least in an emergency, he knew to save people first.
112 gold crowns it was. Anyway, this money came easily, and it would be best if his mother could recover her health.
He took his parents out for a lavish lunch, then they returned home.
Caelan's parents were no longer surprised by this new home.
The house was located between the school and the warehouse store, also very close to Bluefinch Chapel. About 90 square meters, two stories—with the second floor being about 70 square meters—and it also had a small 20 square meter courtyard.
Fearing his parents would be bored, Caelan took out two identical Friendship Edition consoles and set up accounts and passwords for them. However, they didn't need to remember them; they could just use facial recognition from now on.
They were slower to accept new things, but Caelan had plenty of time to teach them slowly.
What surprised Caelan was that his father already knew Chess and loved to play it. His skill level was quite good.
And Matthias was naturally even more shocked when he learned that Chess had been invented by his son.
"You mean, by clicking this, I can automatically match with an opponent?" Matthias pointed to the match button on the screen.
"Yes, this is the home version. If you're bored outside, you can also use this runestone tablet to match." Caelan handed over a runestone with the number 8 engraved on it. This special runestone had only one function: to allow his father to match with people to play Chess anytime, anywhere.