Chapter 207 This is how to increase mithril production!
After successfully rescuing Master Tarbot, Gretel suddenly became invincible in the forging area. Not to mention that there were dwarves nodding and smiling at him when he walked in and out. Gretel wanted to go into the Mithril Zone to take a look, but yesterday he blocked the way.
The braided-bearded dwarf also moved out of the way without hesitation and led him in:
"Go this way! - Walk close to the wall, be careful, you'd better pick up the shield... Forget it, I'll pick it up for you..."
Grete reached out and picked up an iron shield. He tried harder and harder, but still couldn't lift it. He wanted to use force for a third time, but the dwarf with the braided beard had already snatched it away. He raised it with one arm and raised the iron shield above his head.
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Gretel hid behind the shield the whole time, not daring to take a step faster or slower. The half-inch thick rectangular iron shield blocked the outside, which was so black that it looked like a copper wall. Well, I have to say, I still feel very safe.
of.
What?
Shield? Mage Armor?
That kind of completely transparent thing will disappear in a blink of an eye after being released, so you won’t feel it at all!
Gretel followed the braided dwarf and saw the original appearance of the mithril mine, the mineral powder after being crushed and washed, and the wrinkled and pitted intermediate product after rolling in the fire pool.
As the bearded dwarf walked, he pointed at the products at each stage and babbled to Gretel:
"Actually, although mithril mines are very troublesome to dig, as long as you find good ones, you can still get a lot of ore. It's not bad to get the ore powder, but it's just a matter of everyone doing hard work and swinging hammers. If you want to burn it into pieces like this,
It’s not easy. Without a good enough fire pool, it’s impossible to burn anything. We only have this fire pool here that can burn, and there seem to be only three fire pools in the entire kingdom..."
Understand that the difficulty in smelting semi-finished products lies in the combustion temperature. In the future, you can recommend coke, blast furnace, oxygen blowing, and the like to them. Gret nodded to express his understanding and continued to listen:
"I can't even walk across this best fire pool. Only old Xion here can stand on the edge of the pool. He is the only one with the most poisonous eyes. He knows when to fish for something..."
Well, so most people can’t get by, so they still need a robotic arm? If you still want to know the flame temperature, consider a metal thermometer?
"But actually it's not that difficult to catch things. With good luck, old Xion can catch several pounds a day. But in the end, when it was made into mithril... it was..."
His eye circles suddenly turned red. The stocky man, about the same height and diameter, squatted down and instantly changed from a square cube to a flat one:
"Except for high-level magic, nothing can work... Only the master can carry it... You magicians keep urging, keep urging, the master must be stronger, even though he is so tired, he still refuses to stop for a day...
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"So the council sent me here." Gretel followed him and squatted down. This squatting reduced the height difference between the two by a large margin. He bent down slightly and could look directly into the other person's eyes:
"The council sent me here just to find other ways to increase production so that the master will not be so tired. Don't worry, I won't rush the master... By the way, when I use magic to make mithril later, can you let me
Can I just watch?"
"Just watch it!"
The braided-bearded dwarf took Gretel in a large circle, found a place in the deepest part of the Mithril District, and settled him down. Gretel squatted on the ground, with his back pressed against the cave wall, and one eye poked out from behind the iron shield.
Continue to watch the smelting of divine magic:
Alas, the dwarf with the braided beard is already kneeling on the ground to pray. I have to support this shield by myself, it’s so heavy...
Gretel knelt on his knees, crossed his forearms to form a triangle, and supported the shield with all his strength. Not far to the left, the magic on the high platform had begun. A round translucent cover was suspended in the air. The bottom of the cover was gray.
The semi-finished product of Mithril sat there quietly, looking harmless to humans and animals.
The dwarves continued to pray. Once, twice, and three times, the voices became louder and louder. Finally, a blazing white light suddenly lit up in the round translucent cover!
Gretel:!!!
He had quick eyesight and quick hands, so he used his left shoulder to hold the iron shield, and with his right hand he took out a piece of glass that had been coated with ink ten times, and raised it to his eyes. With the protection of the glass piece, the white light also looked much gentler. Grete observed and muttered at the same time:
"...Why does it look so much like an arc..."
Regardless of whether it is an arc or not, in short, it may be a direction. Although Grete was a clinical medicine professional in his previous life, he has also heard of using electrolysis to smelt metals - at least, he still knows about electrolytic aluminum.
.As for whether this white light is electricity...
Gretel took back the glass piece, rummaged through the space bag, and took out a long wooden stick with a magnet attached. He held his breath, stretched the wooden stick out of the iron shield, and held it as flat as possible. Half a minute, one minute,
The straight right hand began to tremble, and the silk thread tied to the magnet also rippled slightly.
Gretel: "..." How come the life is getting better and better? In the previous life, my hands wouldn't shake even if I pulled a hook! Forget it, it's probably because I used my shoulders to support the iron shield. The shield was too heavy and affected
Use your right hand...
Gretel thought for a moment, gave up the stick, and used the mage's hand to hold the end of the silk thread that tied the magnet. This was indeed useful. The magnet swayed twice and then became quiet, hanging in the air without moving.
Gretel waited patiently for a while, the prayers started again, and the white light once again shone in the void. Gretel's magnet suspended in mid-air also started to rotate gently.
The magnet turns!
No one was running around holding the magnet, and the large iron shield and other iron objects did not move... The magnet rotated inexplicably, considering the strong magnetic field, considering the electromagnetic reaction, considering...
Consider that the white light in that magical light mask is a strong current!
In the darkness, Grete's eyes became brighter and brighter.
Early the next morning, Grete returned to the mage towers on the peak with a thick stack of papers on the electrolysis of mithril experiments, and found Master Carlisle again.
"Master, I have several ideas about how to smelt mithril..."
Carrying the bookmarks he had put in advance, he divided the paper into several parts. Each part contained text, schematic diagrams, explanations, and large sheets of blank forms to be filled in. Master Carlyle opened them one by one, and the more he read, the more
, his brows furrowed more tightly:
"Method 1: Make mithril ore powder into a thin rod, insert pure table salt together with the graphite rod, heat until the salt melts, and apply electricity... The recipe of the thin rod needs to be tried, the heating temperature needs to be tried, and the current needs to be tried... It may be necessary
It should be carried out in a vacuum, and it may be carried out in...gas...see the appendix for the gas preparation method..."
"Method 2: Fill the graphite crucible with quicklime, bury a steel mesh in the quicklime, and fill the mesh with mithril ore powder... Increase the temperature and energize the molten salt of quicklime... You need to try the temperature and current..."
"Method 3: Press graphite powder and mithril ore powder into shape, insert molten salt, and conduct electrolysis at a certain temperature..."
Master Carlyle's temples were beating wildly. Finally, he pushed the paper in front of Gretel and crossed his fingers:
"What about your temperature? What about the current? How do you make the recipe for the thin rod? Do you electrify it in a vacuum, or in that... some kind of gas? Do you know the detailed method?"
"have no idea!"
Gretel held his head high and confidently said:
"It's precisely because I don't know that I have to try! I have ideas and directions now, but I don't have the people and the ability to do experiments. This is not——