Chapter 215 What? There is a prize for submitting a microscope?
Gretel looks at Wizard Wharton.
Wizard Wharton looked at Gretel.
One raised his eyebrows and the other blinked. After one, two, three, three seconds, Grete raised his index finger and pressed it straight on his lips, making a "shh" motion.
Don't say it bluntly now, it's not too kind. Wait until the mage finishes speaking. If there is anything else that needs to be added, he will tell you.
Grete followed the flow of people until he reached the microscope and took a look. Alas, the magnification was not enough. The eyepiece multiplied by the objective lens only magnified seventy or eighty times in total, which was definitely less than 100 times.
What's more important is that without an oil lens, you can't magnify 10 times more on the basis of the eyepiece and objective lens. This is what some jeweler does at most! Well, maybe, it's their jeweler in Heartland City...
Grete curled his lips and walked past in boredom, going to other stalls to see what was new. The flow of people slowly dispersed after passing through the congestion point, doing Brownian motion between stalls, spending money, collecting money, bargaining, and getting into a quarrel.
The quarrel reached around 9:30 when a mage suddenly jumped up on the table and blew a whistle:
"Beep——"
As soon as the whistle blew, the whole place was in chaos. The sellers hurriedly stuffed the goods into the space bags, and the buyers hurriedly put the money back into their pockets, neither buying nor selling. Just like Grete, who was killed by Master Wharton
Dragging him towards the wall.
Everyone stood close to the wall, the stall table disappeared into the space bag, and the ground suddenly seemed to be burning, puff puff, puff puff, scrambling to rise upwards...
Grete looked left and right, and all the mages present looked calm, as if this scene was a matter of course. Looking at the center of the hall, the upward bulging part kept changing shapes, pulling up, narrowing, stretching, extending... Soon, it was
The table is a table, and the chairs are chairs. They are neatly arranged horizontally and vertically, and there is even a raised podium at the front.
...So this is the transformation system? The furniture you have here is not moved around, but transformed on site?
Gretel was so dazzled by what he saw that he thought he had gone to the wrong set and entered the world of "Harry Potter". After the transformation was completed, a door suddenly opened at the front of the hall, and the big guys began to enter the hall.
There was a moment of silence, and all the magicians who had come to the fair early stopped talking and looked forward.
Gretel also looked forward. The leading magician was tall, and although his hair was half brown and half white, his face was still rosy. He did not wear the traditional robe of a magician, but a short jacket and trousers similar to work clothes.
The cuffs, collar, and hem are all extremely tight. Without a badge, you can’t tell your level, but there are two magicians following behind, one is thirteenth level, the other is fourteenth level...
The old man in work clothes walked in with a smile and took a seat in the center of the podium. The group of people he brought followed him and sat down. The magicians who came to the fair walked forward in a mess, looking for their own seats. They didn't sit randomly, basically.
On the top, those with higher grades are in the front, and those with lower grades are in the back. They are row after row, and the hierarchy is strict.
Gretel was pulled by Master Wharton to sit down. Looking around, he saw that the magicians around him were all at level five or six. They were a little surprised when they saw his badge. Then he looked at the white ring on the edge of the badge, and he instantly withdrew his surprise.
Many people smiled in a friendly manner. It became quiet below, and on the rostrum, an old man in work clothes coughed and spoke slowly:
"Thank you all for attending the annual meeting held by "Philosopher's Stone". In the past year, the School of Change has produced many new results, and we have taken another step forward on the road to exploring the reality of the world.
For many years, alchemists have been committed to exploring the structure of the world, making tools based on it, and changing the world. The in-depth understanding of the nature of the world and the complex and diverse tools have also made us stronger - "
Applause sounded from below. The old man blinked and raised a sly smile:
"Okay, that's it for the regular speech. Next, we ask all colleagues here to share with us the latest findings. The speeches at this conference will be selected together with the articles in "The Philosopher's Stone" last year.
Innovative, the most meaningful discovery.
And the owner of this discovery will receive a magic instrument tailor-made by the editorial department of "The Philosopher's Stone" that matches his level..."
There was a slight commotion behind Gretel. The lower-level magicians, who were probably coming to this party for the first time, all became excited and raised their hands one after another.
The old man in work clothes chuckled and waved his hand casually. Under the rostrum, a mage sitting in the first row stood up and walked slowly onto the stage. Mage Wharton whispered in Gretel's ear: "How is it possible that I want to speak at the last moment? The topic
It has been reviewed beforehand..."
Oh, oh, of course. If you want to give a report at any academic conference, you must obtain qualifications in advance. Grete expressed his understanding and listened quietly. Soon, he got a series of strange knowledge:
How to control an insect-shaped golem to mine ore selection in the dark underground...
A method of producing [Pure White Stone]...
Three things to note when sealing invisible servants into magic crystals to control golems...
After five or six consecutive reports, the magician who showed off the microscope before the meeting finally came to the stage with his new discovery. His face was full of excitement, and after bowing slightly to the old man in work clothes, he couldn't wait to speak:
"Dear Master, great magicians, ladies and gentlemen. Please allow me to introduce to you a wonderful thing, an alchemical device I discovered while traveling in the south. It can magnify extremely small things that are invisible to the naked eye.
To the point where we can see clearly, it is no exaggeration to say that it opens a new door for us..."
"Oh!" The audience was excited. Even the magicians sitting on the podium turned their heads one by one and focused their attention on the microscope. After the old man in work clothes personally watched the demonstration, he even lit up in person.
The screen displays the shape of the microscope in front of everyone's eyes.
Gretel twitched the corner of his mouth slightly. This light screen is a bit like the effect of the arcane eye, but unfortunately the accuracy is not good, and it is probably not good for observing small things. The magician who gave the report was still talking:
"More importantly, it is an alchemical tool that can be used without magic power. This means that apprentices who have not yet entered the door of magic can also use it to observe the world. This is useful for the Magic Council to train new people.
It is extremely important for them to understand the world as early as possible..."
He took out various objects to be observed one by one. Ore, crystals, cork, insect wings, and placed them on the stage in turn, and the light curtain in front of the eyepiece immediately showed the magnified appearance of these things.
There was another commotion in the audience. The high-level magicians took turns to get to the top of the eyepiece, kept opening their eyes wide, and exclaimed "ah", "oh", "that's amazing". Finally, the old man in work clothes shook his hand
Holding his hands, he praised enthusiastically:
"Thank you for bringing the magical alchemy equipment to the Magic Council. There is no doubt that this is the most meaningful discovery of "The Philosopher's Stone" in the past year. This year's annual award should certainly belong to you.
——Dear colleagues, everyone is welcome to take turns to come up and observe, let us share the magic of the tiny world... Hey, sir, do you have any additional comments?"
Aurora Wharton raised his hand high. Not only did he raise his hand, he also grabbed one of Gretel's hands, raised it in the air like a boxing referee, and kept shaking it around.