Chapter 210 This Is How to Increase Mithril Production!

After successfully rescuing Master Tarbot, Gretel suddenly became invincible in the forging area. Not to mention that there were dwarves nodding and smiling at him when he walked in and out. Gretel wanted to go into the Mithril District to have a look. The braided dwarf who blocked the way yesterday did not hesitate to get out of the way and lead him in:

"Go this way! - Walk close to the wall, be careful, you'd better pick up the shield... Forget it, I'll pick it up for you..."

Grete reached out and picked up an iron shield. He tried harder and harder, but he still couldn't lift it. He wanted to use his strength for the third time, but the dwarf with the braided beard had already snatched it away. With one arm raised, he raised the iron shield above his head...

Grete hid behind the shield the whole time, not daring to take a step faster or slower. A half-inch thick rectangular iron shield blocked the outside. It was dark and looked like a copper wall. Well, I have to say, it feels very safe.

What?

Shield spell? Mage armor?

That kind of completely transparent thing will disappear in a blink of an eye after being released, so you won’t feel it at all!

Grete followed the braided dwarf and saw the original appearance of the mithril mine, the mineral powder after being crushed and washed, and the wrinkled and pitted intermediate product after rolling in the fire pool. As the dwarf with the braided beard walked, he pointed at the products at each stage and babbled to Gretel:

"Actually, although mithril mines are very troublesome to dig, as long as you find a good mine, you can still produce a lot of ore. Getting ore powder is not bad, but everyone just works hard and swings hammers. If you want to burn it into pieces like this, It’s not easy. Without a good enough fire pool, it’s impossible to burn anything. We only have this fire pool here that can burn, and there seem to be only three fire pools in the entire kingdom..."

Understand that the difficulty in smelting semi-finished products lies in the combustion temperature. In the future, we can recommend coke, blast furnace, oxygen blowing, and the like to them. Gret nodded to express his understanding and continued to listen:

"I can't even walk across this best fire pool. Only old Xion here can stand on the edge of the pool. He is the only one with the most poisonous eyes. He knows when to fish for something..."

Well, so most people can’t get over it, and they still need a robotic arm? If you still want to know the flame temperature, should you consider a metal thermometer?

"But it's actually not that difficult to catch things. If you're lucky, old Xion can catch several pounds a day. But in the end, when it was made into mithril... it was..."

His eye circles suddenly turned red. The stocky man, about the same height and diameter, squatted down and instantly changed from a square cube to a flat one:

"Except for high-level magic, nothing can work... Only the master can carry it... You magicians keep urging, keep urging, the master must be stronger, even though he is so tired, he still refuses to stop for a day... …”

"That's why the council sent me here." Grete followed him and squatted down. With this squat, the height difference between the two narrowed a lot. He bent down slightly and could look directly into the other person's eyes:

"The council sent me here just to find other ways to increase production so that the master will not be so tired. Don't worry, I won't rush the master... By the way, when I use magic to make mithril later, can you let me Can I just watch?"

"Just watch!"

The braided-bearded dwarf took Gretel in a large circle, found a place in the deepest part of the Mithril District, and settled him down. Gretel squatted on the ground, with his back against the cave wall, one eye peeked out from behind the iron shield, and continued to watch the smelting of divine magic:

Alas, the braided dwarf is already kneeling on the ground and praying. I have to hold up this shield by myself, it’s so heavy...

Gretel knelt on his knees, crossed his forearms to form a triangle, and supported the shield with all his strength. Not far to the left, the magic on the high platform has begun. A round translucent cover is suspended in the air. At the bottom of the cover, a gray semi-finished product of Mithril quietly sinks there, looking harmless to humans and animals.

The dwarves continued to pray. Once, twice, three times, the sound became louder and louder, and finally, a blazing white light suddenly lit up in the round translucent cover!

Gretel:! ! !

He had quick eyesight and quick hands, so he used his left shoulder to hold the iron shield, and with his right hand he took out a piece of glass that had been coated with ink ten times and raised it to his eyes. Protected by the glass, the white light seemed much gentler. Grete observed and muttered:

"...Why does it look so much like an arc..."

Regardless of whether it is an arc or not, in short, it may be in one direction. Although Grete was a clinical medicine professional in his previous life, he had also heard of using electrolysis to smelt metals—at least, he still knew about electrolytic aluminum. As for whether this white light is electricity...

Grete took back the glass piece, rummaged through the space bag, and pulled out a long wooden stick with a magnet attached. He held his breath and stretched the wooden stick out of the iron shield, holding it as flat as possible. Half a minute, one minute later, the straight right hand began to tremble, and the silk thread tied to the magnet also rippled slightly.

Grete: "..." How come the more I live, the more I go back to my previous life? Even if I pull a hook, my hands won't shake! Forget it, it was probably because I was supporting the iron shield with my shoulders. The shield was too heavy and affected the power of my right hand...

Gretel thought for a moment, gave up the stick, and used the mage's hand to hold the end of the silk thread that tied the magnet. This really worked, the magnet swayed twice and then became quiet, suspended in the air, motionless.

Gretel waited patiently for a while, the prayers started again, and the white light once again shone in the void. And Gretel's magnet suspended in mid-air also started to rotate slightly.

The magnet turns!

No one was running around holding the magnet, and the large iron shield and other iron objects did not move... The magnet rotated inexplicably, considering the strong magnetic field, considering the electromagnetic reaction, considering...

Consider that the white light in that magical light shield is a strong current!

In the darkness, Grete's eyes became brighter and brighter.

Early the next morning, Grete returned to the mage towers on the peak with a thick stack of papers on the electrolysis mithril experiment, and found Archmage Carlisle again.

"Master, I have several ideas about how to smelt mithril..."

Carrying the bookmarks he had clipped in advance, he divided the paper into several parts. Each part has text, diagrams, instructions, and a large number of blank forms to be filled out. Master Carlisle opened the pages one by one. The more he looked at them, the more he frowned:

"Method 1: Make mithril ore powder into a thin rod, insert pure table salt together with the graphite rod, heat until the salt melts, and apply electricity... The recipe of the thin rod needs to be tried, the heating temperature needs to be tried, and the current needs to be tried... It may be necessary It should be carried out in a vacuum, and it may be carried out in...gas...see the appendix for the gas preparation method..."

"Method 2: Fill the graphite crucible with quicklime, bury a steel mesh in the quicklime, and fill the mesh with mithril ore powder... Increase the temperature and energize the molten salt of quicklime... You need to try the temperature and current..."

"Method 3: Press graphite powder and mithril ore powder into shape, insert molten salt, and conduct electrolysis at a certain temperature..."

Master Carlisle's temples were pounding. Finally, he pushed the paper in front of Gretel and crossed his fingers:

"What about your temperature? What about the current? How do you make the recipe for the thin rod? Do you electrify it in a vacuum or in that... some kind of gas? Do you know the detailed method?"

"have no idea!"

Gretel held his head high and confidently said:

"It's precisely because I don't know that I have to try! I have ideas and directions now, but I don't have the people or the strength to do experiments. This is not——

Come to the parliament to apply for a project! "

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