Before being named by the old man, Mage Aurora Wharton had been arguing with Gretel for a long time. If everyone nearby was not excited and their attention was attracted by the microscope, someone would definitely notice their conversation:
"I remember you also have one of these?"
"Yeah yeah."
"You already had it and you asked him to go up and talk about it?!"
"Oh... oh, he's already gone up, why bother dragging him down again? Besides, that person didn't say he invented it, he only said he discovered it in the south..."
"But there's a prize for this! There's a prize! Don't you want that eternal flame..."
"That... haha... I can think of a way later. It's really not a good idea to snatch it from him... I have other ways to get that thing..."
"But why did you miss out on a prize in vain!"
The two people whispered shoulder to shoulder, you can't convince me, and I can't convince you. Until the old man in overalls announced the award, Aurora became anxious and raised Grete's arm...
Gretel tried to struggle. However, Aurora didn't know whether he was two years older than him or had secretly added [the power of a bull] to himself. After grabbing him, Gretel couldn't struggle. He could only watch Aurora turn around.
He crossed his arm, pointed at him and said loudly:
"He already has this thing!"
There was a sudden silence in the hall. The old man in work clothes looked at Aurora, at the magician whose hands he held, and then at Gretel. His rosy face became gloomy little by little. The magician in front of him gently held his hands.
He was trembling, his face became visibly gray, and he whispered repeatedly:
"I said I found it...I didn't say I did it...I said I met it in the south..."
The old man in overalls was silent. For a moment, he let go of the opponent's hands, turned to the audience, and coughed majestically:
"What's your name? Who is the teacher?"
"I am Aurora Wharton, and my teacher is Dr. Carlisle." Aurora replied smoothly. The old man in work clothes nodded slightly, his face became slightly kinder:
"It turns out you are a disciple of Carlisle. I understand that you want to protect your friends, but the object of our conference's reward is the behavior of magicians to widely share knowledge with their companions. Although your friend has already had this -"
He tapped the microscope under his hand:
"However, he has never submitted it to the Philosopher's Stone. Therefore, it is impossible to give him this reward."
Aurora was stuck. He turned to look at Grete, his face turned red and white, and his lips opened and closed, like a golden-red koi being lifted out of the water. Grete had no choice but to take a step in front of him and move towards the work clothes.
The old man bowed slightly:
"Thank you, Master, for your suggestion, and also thank this gentleman for his enthusiastic promotion of microscopes. As for what Aurora just said, I would like to add something -"
He put his hand on his waist, took out a stack of papers from the space bag, and held it in both hands:
"This microscope was made by me in July last year in order to curb the plague. In February this year, I have written a paper on its use and submitted it to the Magic Review Department together with the actual object. As for not submitting a manuscript to "The Philosopher's Stone", no
For drawing the attention of all the masters, I can only say... I am very sorry."
He raised his hands and gave it gently. The old man in work clothes frowned slightly. With a move of his fingers, a pair of transparent mage hands took the paper and sent it directly to him. There were two lines of large words on the cover, with thick and clear ink, separated by several lines.
The moon is still clear:
"Several records of using homemade microscopes to observe onion skins, cork, meat, bees and other insects"
There is a note on the title page. For this paper, the reward given by the parliament is 1 research point and 1 contribution point; there is also an article "Record of Observing Shigella Shigella with a Homemade Microscope" at the back, which is also 1 research point and 1 contribution point.
Make a contribution. The old man raised his thick eyebrows and became furious:
Who reviewed these two papers?
What bastard is so ignorant?!
Is such an important invention, which can open the door to a new world for magicians, worth this reward?!
No wonder people don’t dare to submit manuscripts... It’s strange that they dare to submit manuscripts! Who would think that such a comforting reward can be published in a journal?
But now is not the time to rush to the Magic Review Department and slam the table to investigate the responsibility. The old man in overalls quickly flipped through the paper and confirmed the originality of the microscope. He immediately smiled at Gretel and waved him up:
"So, about this - microscope, do you have anything else that you can share with everyone?"
"...Yes." Gretel walked up briskly, and the magicians spontaneously turned aside to make way for him. Gretel sat down on the stage and began to operate the microscope skillfully, doing the same thing at the same time.
Taking something out of the space bag:
"First of all, I want to explain that it is not the best way to put the objects to be observed directly on the stage. Because the objects will be uneven and cannot be well focused, the best observation results will not be achieved.
I usually sandwich it between two pieces of glass - the lower one is thick and solid, called a slide, and the upper one is more transparent and thinner, called a cover glass... It is best to have a constant light source under the stage.
This way you can see it more clearly..."
"In addition to relying on the objective lens and eyepiece to magnify, there is another way to drop a drop of oil on the cover glass. Using the shape and refraction of the oil drop itself, the specimen can be magnified by 2 to 10 times. It is best for the oil drop to be clear
It is transparent and has a good refractive index. I used refined olive oil. It is said that cedar oil has the best effect, but I didn’t buy it..."
"The principle of a microscope is that the magnified real image of the first lens must fall within the focal length of the second lens. So the calculation of the focal length is very important..."
"If you can find a good enough craftsman, the objective lens part can be made into a turntable, and several objective lenses can be rotated back and forth. With eyepieces that can be raised and lowered, objects can be observed at different magnifications... The jewelry craftsman I found at the beginning has average skills, so
I only made this tube..."
"There are many ways to increase the magnification and allow users to see more clearly. One is to grind better lenses to make the convex lens have a higher magnification. Of course, it is also possible to use magic to magnify and replace the grinding of the lenses.
;
The second is to improve the polishing accuracy of the inner wall of the lens barrel to make the inner wall bright enough so that things will not be blurry when viewed;
The third is to seal the lens barrel. If possible, fill it with... a gas that is stable and non-combustible to prevent dust from entering and condensation of water vapor inside; "
"If there is a strong enough light source and the quality of the convex lens is good enough, a light shield can be installed in the center of the condenser so that the illumination light does not directly enter the objective lens, and only the light reflected and diffracted by the specimen is allowed to enter the objective lens. In this case, the magnification Can significantly improve..."
"Before observing the specimens, they should be stained. I have written about the staining methods and chemicals separately in the paper, but there is still a need for further research and development..."
Grete kept talking one by one. On the rostrum, the magician who originally introduced the microscope became more and more uneasy as he listened. Finally, he rustled and began to move towards the audience. His face was red, and his hair was sparse. The Mediterranean Sea, which was not covered, turned red.
He lowered his head and walked down. His back was bent, and the hem of his robe touched the floor. He looked sluggish. Just looking at this pitiful look made Grete unbearable - it was so miserable, if it hadn't been for his own accident. After showing up, he could have received the reward and successfully turned over...
No one reached out to stop him. No one said a word to stop him. Even the old man in work clothes who initially praised him and said that this award should be given to him, only looked at him with pity. Gretel's eyes fell on him from time to time, and he suddenly walked away quickly. In two steps, he grabbed the unlucky bald magician:
"Actually, you don't have to go down..."
The bald magician suddenly raised his head, with a face full of surprise, and subconsciously took a step back. Gretel stopped looking at him, and stretched out his hand to stop him while looking at the old man in work clothes on the rostrum:
"As you said, Master, what this conference rewards is the act of sharing 'discoveries'. This gentleman,"
Having said this, he tried his best to drag the bald magician and turned him towards the rostrum:
"The act of promoting the microscope actually achieved a very good sharing effect. Moreover, he also claimed before that he 'discovered' this instrument rather than 'invented' it. Therefore, there is no need to deprive him of it just because I am present. It’s a deserved honor.”
"But you..." The bald magician's lips trembled. The reward he was about to receive was in vain, but the owner of the invention spoke for himself again. There were ups and downs, ups and downs, and he wanted to refuse and thank him, but he couldn't. She knew what to say. In the middle of the venue, Aurora Wharton had already shouted urgently:
"Hey, you..."
Grete turned back with a smile and waved his hand to his followers. The venue was silent. The magicians around him, the big guys on the stage, and everyone's attention was focused on Grete:
Half of the people, especially the older magicians who looked at the poorly dressed magicians, looked at Gretel with admiration. The other half, mainly the young and energetic magicians, looked sideways, looking at the person who had been taken advantage of. Aurora Wharton even heard someone whispering behind her:
"Is this guy stupid?"
"Do you have to give away everything you get?"
"Why leave it to someone else... That guy is old, poor, and has no potential. It would be useless to conquer him, right?"
Aurora Wharton turned his head back and glared angrily. He then turned to Gretel, tried his best to stretch his neck, and almost climbed onto the chair:
"Why did you let him do it? Don't you still want that -"
"Auro!"
Gretel shouted to stop him. He pushed the bald magician forcefully and asked him to take two steps forward, then turned sideways to make way for him. The old man in work clothes kept looking at him softly, neither approving nor stopping him.
It wasn't until the two of them couldn't stop fighting that they stood up with a smile:
"you--"
Having said this, he quickly lowered his eyes and glanced at the cover of the paper with his peripheral vision:
"Gretel Nordmark, are you saying that you want to give up the annual award for "The Philosopher's Stone" to this magician?"
"I abide by the rules and respect the judgment of the masters." Gretl replied. The old man smiled even deeper:
"Even if you don't get the prize in the end?"
"Even if he doesn't get the prize." Gretel was extremely calm. A piece of magic equipment is nothing. If he follows his plan, what he can get is far more than just a piece of equipment.
"Very good." The old man clapped his hands thickly and nodded calmly. "Then I now announce that in view of the fact that this gentleman was the original promoter of the microscope and his work has had a huge impact, "The Philosopher's Stone" will win this year's award.
, will be obtained by him——"
He stretched out his hand. The bald magician froze on the spot. Under his sparse hair, the Mediterranean Sea glowed red for a moment. There was a slight commotion in the venue. Some people envied the man's good luck, while others couldn't help but point and poke.
Muttering that Gretel was really a fool. Master Wharton couldn't help but scream, looked at the old man, and collapsed helplessly:
"well……"
Can't bear it.
Not too stubborn.
The opponent's level is too high.
My teammates, no, my boss is too slow and will give away everything he gets...
However, his sigh was stuck halfway. On the rostrum, the old man smiled again and raised his hand to Grete:
"Then, Mr. Gretel Nordmark, are you willing to publish your paper in "The Philosopher's Stone" and authorize your invention to be produced and improved by the Alchemical Society?"
Aurora Wharton froze on the spot. He turned his head one by one like a zombie, looking at Gretel's calm smiling face, and his cervical vertebrae "cracked" in his neck.
Known: By promoting this achievement, you can get an award from the alchemy branch and get a customized magic tool that matches your level.
It is known that the reward received by the creator of the result should not be lower than that of the promoter in any case.