Chapter 192 Subverting the Phlogiston Theory... Boom!!!
Like the Necromancy School, there is also more than one magician in the Evocation School who is paying attention to Gretel.
Master Herman's teacher in Heartland City, Master Lorenz;
Carlisle's army picked him up from the battlefield and brought him back to the parliamentary headquarters;
Master Qifar, who lectures on sonic magic and brings his thesis to the Council;
And the guy who was banging the table in the Tower of Babel, even for his own sake, kept an eye on Gretel's movements, fearing that he would run away.
Naturally, as soon as Gretel's paper was submitted, this news was placed on the desks of all the physicists.
"An improved version of [Burning Hand]? Is it the one I saw?"
Master Carlisle's eyes lit up.
That time, he did detect powerful mana fluctuations on the magic compass, and later saw white fire spitting out with his own eyes in the sky. One shot after another, it actually burned away the famous Holy Blessing Technique of the Glorious Church, which left an impression on him.
Extremely profound.
At that time, Gretel was still a first-level mage, so he would never be wrong!
Unfortunately, the Magic Council protects each mage's unique magic very strictly. A strange mage, a little mage with only level 1, created a powerful magic. Even if Carlisle is a level 14 magician, it's really a big deal.
Don't be shy to deceive and coax the other party to hand over your magic.
We can only hope that the other party will finish writing the paper and submit the magic to the parliament so that he can use formal channels to redeem it...
"So this is the white fire magic? What about the attached magic? It hasn't been approved yet?"
Archbishop Carlisle knocked on the table, and a bird with a fan-shaped crest on its head and three or four black and white stripes on its wings fluttered over and fell into his palm. Archbishop Carlisle turned the bird in its direction, pointed it at its mouth, and
Clear your throat and speak:
"Vincent, the improved version of the [Burning Hand] magic is the one that Gret Nordmark just submitted. If it passes, let me know and I will exchange it for a copy."
The little bird spread its wings and flew out. After a while, it came back again, opened its mouth, and from the pointed, slightly curved beak, another rich male voice came out:
"A level 1 mage's magic is also urging me to review it? Carlisle, you owe me a meal! I want the bottle of wine you took the photo last time! From Chateau Mailer!"
Master Carlisle smiled and shook his head. Only half an hour later, a woodpecker flew out of the magic barrier, its long hard beak kept tapping on the barrier, its little head rose and fell, almost leaving an afterimage:
"Tuk-tuk-tuk-tuk-tuk..."
The sound of woodpecking was so intense that it sounded more than ten times a second. Dr. Carlisle covered his forehead and had to wave his hand to open the barrier. The woodpecker rushed in with its wings folded, and before it could stand still, it eagerly opened its beak. The rich male voice before suddenly became
Sharp and speaking twice as fast as before:
"Carlisle! Where did you find this kid? The level 1 Burning Hand was modified like this, and its power was pushed to level 4! Level 4! Is he your apprentice? If not, I will take action!"
Okay, here comes another robber...
Master Carlisle curled his lips. He grabbed a handful of magic crystal powder and sent the woodpecker away. He got up and went to the exchange office of the Mage Tower and swiped his badge. However, White Fire did not appear on the exchange list for a long time. Carlisle waited.
I decided to go directly to the 27th floor and ask Vincent for the paper.
As soon as I stepped out of the elevator door, I felt something was wrong. The atmosphere on the entire floor was extremely depressing, like the feeling at the seaside before a storm. After taking two breaths, I felt a tightness in my chest. A passing fifth-level, sixth-level or even ninth-level magician, a
He was trembling and walked subconsciously close to the edge of the passage.
Carlisle frowned, strode to Master Vincent's office door, raised his hand and knocked on the door. As soon as he knocked for the first time, a roar broke out from inside:
"roll!"
"Vincent, I'm Carlisle!"
"roll!!!"
Carlisle was stunned for a moment. He subconsciously took two steps back, took another step, and listened. Soon, he heard Vincent stepping on the floor loudly, his footsteps quick, and circling around like a trapped animal:
"It's impossible...it can't be like this...it's absolutely impossible...but...but..."
"Vincent! What's wrong with you!"
Master Carlyle raised his voice worriedly. A magician saw a novel and subversive theory, which was both a good thing and a bad thing for him:
If he can accept it smoothly, this will make his magic make great progress and may become an opportunity to advance;
And if this theory is in extreme conflict with his inherent cognition, he has to admit that it is correct...
Each magician's meditation environment is constructed based on his or her own understanding of the world. Above level five, the meditation environment begins to stabilize; above level ten, the meditation environment begins to become substantial; and above level fifteen, a mage even
Based on your own meditation environment, you can absorb external elements and directly construct a demiplane.
However, once the meditation environment that is already stable and solid enough conflicts with the understanding of the world, the magician will be unable to make any progress at least, and will either die or be disabled at worst.
The development of the Magic Council, every advancement, every theoretical innovation, is based on solidified blood and milky white brains.
The footsteps and muttering in the room continued. Master Vincent walked around in circles for another seven or eight times, and suddenly jumped up:
"I want to verify! Yes, I want to do experimental verification! I won't believe anything until it is verified! Come here! Follow this list and prepare equipment and materials for me!"
The office door opened with a bang. Master Vincent strode out, the corners of his robe flying, and his brown beard exploding like a lion. The low-level mages swarmed forward, took the list, organized the experimental table, and set up the crooked-neck steamer.
, take samples...
Division Carlisle quietly stepped aside.
He and Vincent have also been friends for many years. Now he sneaked into his office quietly, took out the papers, and frowned more and more:
Is the phlogiston theory wrong?
Combustion relies on combustibles and that...that thing named o?
If this statement is correct, it completely subverts the theoretical basis of the Evocation School, about combustion, and about the element of fire! Moreover, the little mage named Gretel has improved the [Burning Hand] based on this theory.
Magic, verified by Vincent himself!
What should he do? He studies the branch of wind element and water element, but his old friend is the best at fire element! Once the theory he has believed in for many years is falsified, it will be almost a fatal blow to him!
Carlisle was at a loss for a while. Seeing that the glass dishes in the laboratory were set up and the fire was lit, he had no choice but to make a few copies of the paper, put it in his arms, and went directly to the Tower of Babel not far away:
"Teacher! Teacher! There is an important paper, please read it!"
Ten days later, there was silence in the legendary mage's laboratory on the 378th floor of the Tower of Babel. Led by the legendary mage of the Evocation School, Master Descarte, followed by Master Carlisle, a dozen magicians stood densely packed, staring at
Engineer Vincent operating the experiment at the front.
Mercury is heated and turns into red powder.
The volume of air in the container is reduced by one-fifth.
The remaining gas cannot support combustion and cannot provide breathing for animals.
The red powder is again subjected to intense heat, decomposing into mercury and a gas whose volume is exactly equal to the previously reduced volume.
In the newly decomposed gas, the wooden stick that was about to go out was inserted. In an instant, the wooden stick burned violently and emitted a dazzling bright light.
Using the newly decomposed gas as a casting material, the improved [Burning Hand] magic is released. The power of white fire is almost equivalent to the fourth level [Dragon Breath Technique]...
The contents of the paper, one by one, have all been verified.
The more Vincent did, the paler his face became. He cast out the last spell with trembling hands, [Burning Hand]. The improved white light illuminated his lips as pale as paper. There were no more excuses, nothing to refute, Burning
The essence of fire, the essence of fire element, is indeed not phlogiston...
He closed his eyes subconsciously. In an instant, the fire element in the meditation environment violently rioted.
"Vincent! Don't meditate!"
Master Deckard shouted loudly. The voice was thunderous, and the magic circle in the laboratory was also suppressed at the same time, cutting off all elements within a square meter. Vincent's whole body shook, and his nostrils, ears, and
Blood flowed out and he fell softly to the ground. Carlisle reflexively rushed forward and stretched out his hand to help: "Teacher..."
Master Deckard could no longer care about him. The legendary mage flicked his sleeves, rose into the air, and stepped in front of the floor-to-ceiling window in one step. His left hand behind his back trembled violently, and his right hand moved forward, upward, and pushed straight out——
"boom!!!"
A violent explosion blew away the dense clouds outside the Tower of Babel.