Chapter 285: Straighten the communication with bare hands?
"What did little Grete do again?"
The Lord of Thunder poured away the spoiled coffee latte art. He glanced at Carlisle's hand. There was no notebook, no roll of paper - that is to say, no paper. No research, no summary, only a strange look that looked like it was made by hand.
The things were delivered to him?
Archmage Carlisle lowered his head and said nothing, moved the hand-cranked generator forward, and placed it on the teacher's desk. The Lord of Thunder did not even look at it, turned his back to the desk, and continued to grind coffee beans, boil water, brew coffee, and froth milk.
Three or four magics are operated together. They are all extremely low-level magics, but they particularly test the control ability.
While controlling the magic, he muttered in a low voice as if talking to himself:
"Carlisle, do you think we have been too relaxed with this little guy? What has he been busy with in the past few months? He has neither advanced nor retreated. He has produced a lot of achievements.
They are all irrelevant to the plasticity department.
——If he continues like this, he will almost become a man of the conjuration system!"
"Uh...Teacher, what the little guy made this time is really of the plasticity department..."
"oh?"
The Lord of Thunder turned around. Archmage Carlisle bent down slightly, grasped the handle of the hand-cranked generator, and started shaking it like a mage apprentice.
As soon as the electricity moved, the Lord of Thunder stepped forward instantly. The carved half table where he ground coffee beans was in the corner of the office, still five or six steps away from the desk. With this step, he was already at the edge of the desk.
The legendary mage leaned forward slightly and looked at the hand-operated generator without blinking an eye. After looking at it for a while, he suddenly stretched out his hands and tore off the wires surrounding the wooden board.
Archmage Carlisle was startled. Sparks were flying out of the Lord of Thunder's hands. When he tore off the wire, his fingers loosened reflexively. However, he remained unmoved. He held one end of the wire with one hand and wrapped it around his fingertips several times.
, ordered:
"continue."
"Yes Yes."
Archmage Carlisle responded in a low voice. He continued to shake the handle, round and round, faster and faster. The Lord of Thunder closed his eyes slightly and carefully savored the feeling of the electric current flowing back and forth through his body, motionless and silent.
.
After feeling it for a while, a layer of silvery white electric light gradually floated on the surface of the Lord of Thunder's body, connecting with the current on the monocle. The electric clothes fluttered gently, expanding and contracting silently, just like breathing. Occasionally, an electric spark exploded from it.
, threads are fluttering in the room, and in the eyes of others, it seems that it can explode on the spot anytime and anywhere.
Archmage Carlisle was secretly frightened. However, he was reluctant to let go of this opportunity for close observation. He even refused to take a few steps back to use magic instead of manual work. He just bent over and shook the handle vigorously, while shaking, staring at the floating
Lei Yi quickly shook it seventy or eighty times, and suddenly heard the teacher say in a hoarse voice:
"go out!"
The voice was extremely stern, even a little shaky, as if he was trying to suppress something. At the same time, the thunder clothes fluttered more and more, and lines appeared on it one by one, as if it would break away from the body and fly out at any time. This is... to,
About to explode?
A legendary master, even if it is not the explosion of the meditation core, but the explosion of the outer body protection spell, it is not something he can resist! If he is lucky, he will be seriously injured, but if he is not lucky, the person will be dead!
Archmage Carlisle immediately ran away. Before closing the door, he glanced back and saw that the handle of the hand-cranked generator was spinning rapidly without any wind, and the lightning robe on the Lord of Thunder had already shot out the first arc...
…
Suddenly there was a thunderclap, the electric current surged, and the vision was completely white. Archmage Carlisle closed his eyes subconsciously, and when he opened them again, the office was empty, with the teacher and the generator gone.
Only in the thunder clouds outside the mage tower, heavy thunder rumbled one after another, flying higher and higher.
Archmage Carlisle leaned against the wall outside the door, covered in cold sweat. It took him a long time to even out his breathing and listen to the movement in the room. The Lord of Thunder's office is on the 376th floor of the Tower of Babel, which is quite close to the top of the tower. It's boring.
The thunder kept rolling, and occasionally there was a big earthquake, as if it was exploding directly above the head.
What is the teacher doing? What did he realize about the strange current just now? What is he experimenting with? What is it that makes him unable to wait to go to a special meditation room and fly directly into the sky?
... Nothing will happen to the teacher, right?!
The more worried and anxious I became, the longer time seemed. Archmage Carlisle's vest was wet with sweat, then dried again, then dried again, and he went back and forth several times. Finally, there was a "click" in the office, and the door opened.
Through the gap, the voice of the Lord of Thunder came out faintly:
"Come in."
Archmage Carlisle walked in with a heart in his heart. Stepping into the door, the scene in front of him immediately changed. It was no longer a desk, bookshelf, coffee pot, milk jug, and white porcelain coffee cup with gold rim.
The ground, clusters of dark clouds, branch lightning falling from time to time, cheerful rolling ball lightning...
Archmage Carlisle knows that this is the spiritual picture that has been materialized by the legendary mage. At this moment, it emerges according to the master's will and can be directly observed by others with the naked eye. However, interacting with the physical world is troublesome, and it is easy to be attacked.
To deal damage to foreign enemies, even a legendary mage would not use such a big move.
As a disciple of the Lord of Thunder, Archmage Carlisle would only see his teacher's spiritual picture once or twice a year at most. He walked in carefully, observing carefully as he walked. Soon he discovered something strange:
On the ground, in the sky, and in the thunder clouds, there are countless silver-white electric rings among the various lightnings. They fluctuate back and forth, one goes out and the other comes on. Occasionally, a branch-shaped lightning strikes the electric ring, and the electric ring
It lit up and seemed to suck the lightning in, and the cycle continued.
"Do you understand?"
The Lord of Thunder asked. Archmage Carlisle lowered his head and thought for a while:
"I kind of understand...but..."
"Then think about it slowly."
The Lord of Thunder responded casually. The lightning in the sky suddenly disappeared, Archmage Carlisle felt his whole body sinking, his feet hit the ground, and the scene in front of him returned to the normal office again.
The Lord of Thunder stood beside the large desk, holding the handle of the hand motor with his fingertips, making it circle around:
"This thing is pretty good. I'll keep it for a few days. - By the way, what does the little guy want?"
Archmage Carlisle slowly repeated Gretel's request. "The little guy said that for electrolysis - whether it is electrolysis of salt water, electrolysis of mithril, or electrolysis of other things, ordinary lightning must be used, not this
This direction keeps changing..."
The Lord of Thunder hummed noncommittally. He lowered his eyebrows and thought for a while, then walked from the desk to the window, then from the window back to the desk, going back and forth several times. Finally, facing the large floor-to-ceiling glass window
, he pulled his hands, and a finger-thick electric arc jumped out of his palms and jumped between the index fingers of both hands.
The Lord of Thunder stared at the arc in front of him. On the monocle, the electric current flickered and flickered. After a moment, his right hand left the end of the arc, approached his left hand, and gave a faint stroke——
Archmage Carlisle stood behind the teacher and saw countless blue-white fluorescent lights exploding in the palm of the teacher's right hand. They were scattered and scattered, endlessly rising and dying. At the same time, the same fluorescent light also exploded from the monocle, non-stop.
Tuck inward, as if being squeezed by an invisible hand.
After stroking it, he paused for a moment, observed it, and tried it again. After three or five rounds, the arc in his hand seemed to be thinner. However, according to the induction of Archmage Carlisle, the arc in the teacher's hand seemed to have been combed out.
It actually flows in one direction, no longer going back and forth, but constantly changing the flow direction.
"It can be done." The Lord of Thunder nodded, organized his words, and explained to the students:
"Add a plug, or something similar, to the current. The lightning can only flow in one direction, and the lightning coming from the opposite direction will be blocked. This is the principle. To make something like this,
You guys go figure it out.
——By the way, you ask the little guy to write a paper and submit it. What is this thing he made, how to make it, and why it can send out electricity. Then contact "Arcana" and send the paper. By the way, at the end of the article.
There is a reward in my name for this thing. The amount of the reward..."
Having said this, I thought about it for a while. Too little is not in line with the status of a legendary mage, and too much is unnecessary. Well, just give it a reasonable one. Anyway, the magicians of their own school dare not not pay attention to his needs:
"Just 5,000 contribution points! - By the way, please spread a message to Thunder Horn first, so that our people can be more attentive!"
"yes!"
Archmage Carlisle quickly resigned. That night, Gretel received the news that the Lord of Thunder personally called him by name and asked him to write a paper.
"What? 5,000 contribution points?!"
The pen in Gretel's hand fell to the ground on the spot. He quickly leaned over to pick it up, touched it, and blew on it - the [Endless Ink Pen] is a level 9 magic item! If it breaks, the loss will be
It’s simply tragic!
Although high-level magic items are not so easy to break, what if it happens!
"Auro, these 5,000 contribution points... should we earn it ourselves?"
It’s just a rectifier! It’s so expensive! Although Grete was not an electronic engineering major in his previous life, he still remembers that maybe, maybe, just installing a few diodes is enough?
...How are diodes made? He only knows that they can be purchased on the market. As for how to make them specifically, it seems to be related to silicon, quartz, etc. Does it need to be melted? But when melted, it becomes glass...
...He knows nothing about crystallization and crystal phases...
"Do you have an idea?"
"No……"
"Then let's forget it!" Aurora thought about the weird-looking thing yesterday. The boss worked hard to dismantle it and took a long time to get it done. She was very dissatisfied with Grete's craftsmanship:
"Boss, let's write out the paper first. The paper requested by the Lord of Thunder has been published in "Arcane". The reward will definitely be indispensable! Think about the phlogiston paper last time and the reward this time.
It will definitely be no less than last time!”
"Ah - don't mention the paper to me!"
Grete made a snap, and his entire upper body fell on the desk, feeling weak.
Paper, paper... The coil cuts the magnetic field to produce electricity... So why does electricity occur? How far does he want to prove it? In this damn world, the microscopic world has not yet been pushed to the atomic level. Is he going to get the electrons out?
He can’t do it either!
He can only copy the principles part. If you ask him to explain further, it is better to let him die!
“Auro—you write the paper!”
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