Chapter 220 Mithril smelting project? I have the final say!
Seeing Master Carlisle's face red and thick-necked, with blood pouring from his head, Gretel really felt a little... unbearable.
After all, Carlisle's Army Master was also kind to him. Back then, he was forced into a desperate situation by the pursuers of the Lord of Glory on the battlefield. At the critical moment, it was this Army Corps Master who descended from the sky, blasted away the enemy and protected himself. It was also he who made the decision on the spot to put the enemy away.
Put yourself into the airship, bring it back and insert it into the training class...
At first glance, Master Carlisle at that time was a handsome middle-aged man, gentle, elegant, noble and modest. Except for the fact that the golden robe was a bit eye-catching, his speech and attitude were impeccable. When I asked him about his battle experience, he didn't say anything.
A little bit of contempt, even a little bit of curiosity.
But what about now? His clothes are wrinkled, his eyes are red, his hair is messy, and there are a few strands of silver emerging from the hair. Grete looked at him and always thought of those people who often went to the emergency department and were killed by the company at the age of 37.
The coder who was fired and could only work as a food delivery...
Gretel was a little sympathetic to him. However, sympathy was sympathy, and matters of principle had to be adhered to. He waved his hand for Aurora to close the office door, shutting out the footsteps in the corridor and the probing heads of low-level magicians, and looked at Carlisle
**The eyes of a master explain carefully:
"Master, I listen to you very much. I can afford the cost of retreat, but everyone's way of advancement is different. I don't advance through retreat and meditation... Besides, I'm not ready yet!"
"What are you not prepared for? What are you still missing? Tell me and I will help you prepare together!"
"..." The smooth muscles haven't been finished yet...
But Gretel really didn't dare to blurt out these words...
A secret related to my own meditation. It’s not that the Magic Council may force me to hand over the rules of meditation - just hand it over, there is nothing that I can’t hand over. The Magic Council is sincerely concerned about me and is my protective umbrella.
It's not a bad thing to leave it to them.
But because of their concern for themselves, Gretel was really afraid that they would take away the rules of meditation, so he studied them over and over again, and was not allowed to practice them without studying and understanding them.
Furthermore, just handing it over is a big project in itself, and it will delay the big project for at least a few months - this is not something that can be done by just giving them the "Game Solution" and "System Solution" silently!
Grete thought hard for a moment:
"I need to be exposed to more things... I need to increase my knowledge... I have to start and finish everything I do. I can't relax and advance when I have something on my mind... For example, the mithril smelting project must be completed.
!”
"If the project is successful, you will be able to advance?"
Master Carlisle looked at Gretel's electrolytic smelting project with suspicion. Including his disciples and grandsons, the Magic Council invested thirty or forty magicians in the project, with countless manpower and material resources. Months passed, and the graphite was used up.
Two large boxes, hundreds of kilograms of intermediate products from mithril smelting were used, and the result was nothing.
It's not that he regrets the manpower and material resources. In fact, the Magic Council has invested hundreds of times more in mithril smelting over the years than Gretel's project. The problem is that you can only advance after completing the project. This project is completed.
how long?
Are you lazy and procrastinating, or do you want me not to rush you?
"How long do you think... it will take for this project to succeed?"
"this and that……"
Gretel raised his eyes and scanned the ceiling of the room, refusing to look at the other person...
Materials science has always been a sinkhole. How many large companies, scientific research institutes, and thousands of people have devoted their lives to it, but the final results are just a few. Half depends on investment, half depends on luck, bad luck, and three
I haven't been able to produce anything from my liver for five years.
And what about the Magic Council? There are three laboratories in total, dozens of people are working on it, and they want to produce results in a month?
This is so lucky!
"Okay, don't worry about the project or not." Dr. Carlisle took a deep breath, tried his best to suppress all kinds of depression, and calmed down his tone:
"You should meditate for a few days first. Even if you can't advance immediately, it would be good to increase your mental strength. After you finish meditating, if you still have time, go to the laboratory and have a look..."
Don't put your energy into strange places! Even if you do magic experiments, it's better than catching the dwarves and taking their temperatures one by one!!!
"do not!"
Grete screamed. He still had a lot of things to do! The X-ray images were only drawn on about ten people! The B-ultrasound images had not been drawn yet! There are also different levels, different physical combat abilities, and the impact on physiological indexes, so
He just made the beginning of a big project!
"Listen to me!" Master Carlisle raised his hand, and his two large transparent hands rose up from left to right and slowly closed them. He was about to sandwich Gretel in the middle. The meaning was very clear:
If you don’t meditate, I’ll help you meditate…
"Teacher! Teacher!"
The office door opened with a bang. A young mage with acne on his face rushed in, dancing and dancing, the acne on the tip of his nose was bright red:
“We made it!!!”
"What?"
"Mithril! Mithril! We've made it!!!"
Master Carlisle's eyes narrowed. He subconsciously rushed to the door, took two steps, and braked urgently:
"You! Follow me!"
On the 375th floor of the Tower of Babel, in Laboratory No. 4, the crowd cheered. A translucent force field hand held a steel net and went around and around in front of the magicians. Every time it passed in front of each person,
It must be turned over twice deliberately.
The steel mesh was dotted with a lot of silver-gray powder, which was no different from the mithril powder they had seen before.
There are a bunch of instruments lined up in the corner of the room. Scales, beakers, bottles and jars. Good news keeps coming:
"After melting, it can condense into blocks!"
"A metal block of the same size weighs the same as a mithril block!"
“Excellent ductility!”
"Magic conductivity is good!"
"The appraisal feedback is Mithril!"
"High purity mithril! We did it! We did it!!!"
Every measurement result sparked a burst of cheers. The host of Laboratory No. 4, a female great magician with a magic level of 11, raised her hands in the air and couldn't help but turn in a circle. The hem of her magic robe was flying high, and she was doing the experiment.
On the smooth floor of the room, a colorful flower swirled.
Even the two laboratories next door were shaken. The magicians put down their work, temporarily cut off the electric field, and joined the celebrating team. Finally it was done! Three routes, worked separately for more than a month, failed and failed again.
, someone finally made it!
Even if someone is not in their group and someone eats meat, they can still drink soup!
In the midst of this celebration, Grete followed Master Carlisle into the laboratory. The older mages gathered around the teacher one after another, reporting, explaining, showing off their achievements, and making a fuss. The second generation, and even the third generation,
The students of the third generation had already started singing and dancing. When they saw Gretel coming, they couldn't help but drag him into the crowd:
"Come on, come on! Sing and dance!"
Gretel: "..." Let me go! You are so close to the electric field! There is strong acid on the table next to you! There is caustic soda! Help!
He struggled for a long time, and was finally rescued from the crowd by Dr. Carlisle and dragged to the No. 6 laboratory next door. As soon as the force field door was closed, the Dr. Carlisle sneered at him with half a smile:
"Are you relieved now? Can you advance?"
Uh... His luck is really bad... In other words, the Magic Council's luck is really good. In just one month, he has made a breakthrough on such a troublesome project. But his personal luck is not that good.
, it happened that at this moment, he pushed the timing of advancement to the success of the project...
But the loser cannot lose the battle! Gretel tried his best to straighten his magic robe and raised his head high:
“…how do you know this is what the project is all about?”
"What's the meaning?"
The nurse frowned. Across the open space two meters away, Gretel looked at him directly and asked plausibly:
"Even if the method of electrolytic smelting of mithril is successful, how much production capacity will there be? In the past, it was stuck at the level of semi-finished products to finished products. Now, is it stuck at the level of ore to semi-finished products? I asked a few days ago, even if you are lucky,
Well, we can only produce a few pounds of semi-finished products a day——"
"Then what do you want?"
"I have a lot of ideas!" Gretel raised his head and turned around with a matter-of-fact expression:
"There are several nodes that need to be opened up in this project. It's over when I say it's over!"
He strode out. He walked to the door, pushed, and then pushed...
"Open the door!"
Gretel's prediction soon became a reality. The Magic Council's hunger for mithril was almost unlimited. As soon as the electrolytic smelting method was successful, all the semi-finished products were immediately taken over by the Council and transported to the Tower of Babel. One day, two days...
Then, the dwarves' speed of refining semi-finished products could no longer keep up with the council's smelting speed.
How can manpower be compared with magic? In the magic tower, the magicians adjust the parameters, heat, energize, and wait to collect the mithril powder. One crucible is not enough, you can pass several more, or get more force field power supplies.
;
In the forging area, only old Xion can fish out suitable semi-finished products from the fire pool...
"Can it go any faster?"
"Can you get more?"
“Can production be doubled?”
Old Xion, who had been guarding the fire pool for three days day and night, almost fell into the pool.
Grete stepped into the smelting area at this time. The flames were blazing beside the fire pool. No strangers were allowed to enter, and he had no intention of getting close. He had three layers of shields on his body, and another [cold-resistant and heat-resistant]
】, and got himself a bottle of iced sugar salt water. After being fully armed, he stood at the door from a distance and asked the braided-bearded dwarf who first brought him in:
"Why can't we harvest more? Is there not enough manpower? If the people harvesting the ore are not strong enough, I will ask the magician to set up a few more shields for everyone, and everyone can go up again?"
"...No, the main reason is that this fire pool is not good enough." Once the dwarves recognized someone, they would really say something with their heart and soul. At this moment, the braided bearded dwarf stood on tiptoes and pointed.
Firepool explains to Gretel:
"Look at this fire pool. Most of the time it is golden yellow, and sometimes it is white. But white is not enough. Only when it is white and shiny can the ore be melted and good things can be fished out - you see, bubbles are coming out
It's going to explode soon... it's going to explode! Okay! It's now."
More than a dozen steps away, the old dwarf stretched out his arms and deftly fished it out from the center of the explosion. A bag of crystal clear, steaming things instantly rose out of the magma.
Grete: "...It turns out the temperature is really not high enough! I told you earlier! I'll do it!!!"