Chapter 208: Shifting the Blame to the Magic Council, Success!
Grete finished speaking in one breath, spread out his hands, and leaned back on the chair. Looking at his calm expression, Dr. Carlisle felt that he really had a headache somewhere, and his head was throbbing from his eyebrows to his temples.
When other low-level magicians came to him to apply for projects, or asked for his help to apply for projects from the council, they all looked frightened. Gretel, on the other hand, said "I tried my best, I love it, that's it anyway."
Already..."
This means that Grete did not find the sealing material and did not have a sphygmomanometer. Otherwise, if you pick up the sphygmomanometer and measure it, your diastolic and systolic blood pressures will conservatively rise by 30 mm of mercury...
Dr. Carlisle raised his hand and rubbed his temples. He leaned back and placed the thumbs of his clasped hands against each other, spinning back and forth. After spinning for a while, he raised his chin and nodded at the paper in front of him:
"You want to apply for a project? - Then let me ask you, how many magicians do you need for this project, and at what level?"
"I don't know. - But, at least, there must be several level five or above." He couldn't do anything with the electric current, the vacuum, or the magic circle. The force field hall that restrains lightning in the Thunder Horn is working.
There are no mages below level five, and it is estimated that this project will be the same...
"What facilities and materials do I need to apply for in the Mage Tower?"
"I don't know~~~" I don't even know what facilities are available in the Mage Tower! I only took a look at the force field hall at Thunder Horn from a distance!"
“How long will the project last and how much funding will it cost?”
"I don't know." Grete spread his hands. If this was a national natural resource or something, he could slowly calculate what instruments, consumables, and funding would be needed when writing a project application. But here, Level 5
He doesn’t even know how much subsidy a mage should receive for a day’s work!
Uh...you don't know anything, how do you act so natural?
Master Carlisle endured it again and again, and finally swallowed back all the complaints. Gretel cannot be blamed for this situation. In fact, just to prevent such a thing from happening, the teacher arranged for himself to directly connect with Gretel and protect him anytime and anywhere.
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Generally speaking, if a magician in the council can take a fifth-level mage on a mission, he himself is at least a level 7, or even a level 9 or above mage. He will experience these problems one by one as he grows up, and some of them will
There are also connections to ask people who have never met before, and there will never be a situation where you don’t get what you want or don’t know what you ask.
But Gretel is a special case. His ideas cannot match his upgrade speed at all... But is this Gretel's fault? Is it?
Not to mention the half-finished paper in hand, there are hundreds of mages that Grete threw out earlier, and they are stuck in the alchemy room day and night to verify it...
Master Carlisle inhaled, exhaled, and calmed down. He looked at Gretel seriously:
"If you don't know these and still want to continue this project, you have two ways to go. First, estimate the number of people needed, facilities, materials, and invite magicians. I can help you with these. But you need to apply for the report yourself.
Submit it, and you will be responsible for the progress of the entire project. Of course, the project results are entirely yours, and all rewards will be distributed by you..."
Grete shook his head vigorously! Are you kidding me? A group of magicians above level 5 are being commanded by him to do their work? Not to mention whether they listen to him or not, he can even watch when they mess around with force fields and other things.
Don’t you understand?
Seeing Grete's eyes widening and shaking his head like a fan, Master Carlisle finally felt a little more comfortable. He smiled slightly:
"The second way is to cooperate with Thunder Horn. You come up with projects and ideas," he nodded at the paper in front of him:
"Thunderhorn provides manpower and everything else. But in this case, you can't have all the results of the entire project-"
"That's it!" Gretel couldn't wait to answer. Master Carlisle was stunned for a moment: "Then the proportion..."
"Whatever! Just let me finish it in the end! By the way, leave me a small set of equipment that I can operate myself. Let me try electrolysis!"
Dr. Carlisle: "..." No, I still want to talk to you about the share ratio! The most I can give you is 40%. Well, if you really insist, 50% is not non-negotiable...
After all, so many people can't work in vain...
Grete was so happy that he almost floated with joy. He didn’t want to follow up on this project at all, such as anode material ratio, reaction temperature, voltage and current intensity... He is not a metallurgical major! Nor is he a materials major.
of!
There are so many dwarves waiting for him to play in the forging field, no, waiting for him to think of ways to do physical examinations and collect data one by one. What does he have to do with electrolytic metallurgy?
For such a troublesome experimental project, we must decisively pass the blame to the Magic Council!
Master Carlisle shook his head and smiled bitterly. He sent Gretel out, took the paper, and went to the Tower of Babel to find the legendary mage in person:
"Teacher, that Gretel, made something strange again..."
"Well, let me see..."
Master Deckard took the paper, flipped through it, and touched his chin. He couldn't help but pay attention: to the Magic Council, the importance of mithril, a metal, cannot be overemphasized...
This metal, which is half lighter than steel and harder than steel, has good ductility and magic conductivity, is one of the best materials for making magic equipment and outlining magic circles. If possible, the Magic Council would like to use fine gold
Mix it with mithril and fight a few more airships; the high-level magicians really want to get a mithril soft armor each...
dream.
Even the legendary mage can't make one.
Bounties in the direction of smelting and increasing production are hung there all year round. The magicians rushed forward heroically in batches, and retreated miserably in batches:
Some people only got the ore, forged their own iron, and broke their fingers;
Some people successfully established a relationship with the dwarves, obtained the semi-finished products from mithril smelting, added acid, alkali, and heated them in various tossings, but nothing came out of them;
Some high-level mages had a very good relationship with dwarves, and were able to observe the smelting process of divine magic, and correctly judged that it was electricity, and went back to use electricity to chop the semi-finished products themselves...
He chopped horizontally, vertically, and in various ways, but finally he struck a lonely figure.
But Master Descartes could see at a glance that Gretel's paper was an idea and method that had never appeared before.
"How many people can you draw?...Forget it, including you, draw enough people and come to me to do it. On the 375th floor of Babel Tower, rooms No. 3, 4, and 5 under my name are given to you.
12 hours a day.”
"Teacher -" 12 hours? Deduct 8 hours of sleep a day, and then deduct the time for eating and taking care of yourself, and there will be nothing left! Does he have it? His disciples and grandchildren may not be able to bear it!
"how?"
"Uh... we people from the plasticity department may not be able to mix mithril ore powder and make it into a thin rod..."
Master Carlisle gave up decisively, shrank back, and changed the topic to another direction. The legendary mage scratched the stubble on his chin:
"That makes sense. In this case, I'll go find that old guy from the transformation department and get his people to do it together. By the way, you also said that Gretel wants a small room and can make something by himself?"
"That's right...but can he do it? He's only level 2, and he can't even play with force fields..."
"Give it to him! In room 6, you go arrange the things and send an apprentice to watch! Keep him safe at all times!"
A legendary mage spoke. When Gretel arrived at the Tower of Babel three days later, he saw that research facilities, research materials, and researchers were all in place. Mages wearing various robes were rushing back and forth in the force field room.
The tall magician held a form and kept shouting:
"The heating temperature rises another 10 degrees, and the third experiment begins!"
"The heating temperature remains unchanged, the current output is increased by 1%, and the fifth experiment begins!"
"Mithril Rod No. 3, the second experiment begins!"
The corresponding group of mages is responsible for the operation. Adjust the burning magic circle, adjust the electric field, and replace the mithril rod. The electric current is piercing and piercing, and the heat wave is billowing in the force field. Within ten steps, no foot can step in. Gray
Te stood there for three seconds and then stepped back step by step until he reached the door, where he was blocked by Master Carlisle:
"Is this plan the same as your design? Do you think there is anything that needs to be changed?"
"Uh..." Gretel was sweating drop by drop on his forehead. Maybe it was because of the heat, or he was a little nervous after seeing such a big scene. He searched hard and squeezed out the little knowledge of physics and chemistry he had left, and finally thought
Come out a little:
"The voltage may be too high..."
Although I don’t remember what the metallurgical voltage is, I seem to have some impression that the applied voltage is lower than the decomposition voltage of molten salt. The number is very small, it seems to be only two digits...
Dr. Carlisle took his words very seriously. He made two strokes on his notebook and immediately raised his voice:
"Garrit! Make the electricity smaller! Smaller!"
"Hey, it's not about the current! It's about the voltage! Voltage!"
"Voltage? What is that? How to measure it?"
There is a voltmeter... Gretel swallowed the words silently. It involves positive and negative charges, ions in the compound, etc. It can't be explained in a sentence or two... The technology in this world has not been pushed to the forefront yet.
Atoms, ions and electrons! What should I talk about?
Or can Alessandro Volta be summoned? Can it?
If that doesn't work, you can give me a simple voltmeter specially designed for electricians!
Gretel scratched his head and expressed his inability to do anything. He could only contribute another thing:
"I...I only know how to make the voltage smaller..."
He asked for Master Carlyle's notebook, brushed a few strokes, and drew several simple current diagrams:
“In a series circuit, the current on a loop is equal everywhere, and the sum of the voltages at both ends of each load is equal to the total voltage... In a parallel circuit, the voltages at both ends of the parallel branches are equal, and the current flowing through the main circuit is equal to the sum of the currents in each branch...
Or you can consider using resistors to reduce the voltage...I can only do so much!"
He threw away the paper and pen, ran away happily, and rushed into the laboratory assigned to him. The power supply, wires, carbon rods, etc. were all ready. Gretel opened the space bag and took out the beakers, flasks, sinks and
Put the test tube on a stand, put distilled water, and refined salt——
"Gurgling, gurgling, gurgling..."
At the cathode and anode, at the ends of the two carbon rods, bubbles continued to bubble out. In one of the glass tubes, yellow-green gas flowed into the lime milk, and the milky white liquid in the water tank slowly became clear to the naked eye.
Gretel took a breath of joy. The cold and stimulating smell rushed into the nose, and a sense of security suddenly filled the limbs.
84 disinfectant!
My liver finally came out!
(Three thousand words! I will update another 3,000 words in the evening, and I will finish the reward and add more updates!)