Chapter 211: Blaming the Magic Council, Success!

Gretel finished speaking in one breath, spread his hands, and leaned back on the chair. Archmage Carlisle looked at his calm look and felt a headache everywhere, from his eyebrows to his temples.

Other low-level magicians came to him to apply for projects, or sought his help to apply for projects from the council, and all of them looked frightened. Gretel was better, with a face full of "I tried my best, do whatever you want, that's it anyway..."

This means that Grete did not find the sealing material and did not have a sphygmomanometer. Otherwise, if you take a blood pressure monitor and measure it, Your Excellency the Archmage’s diastolic and systolic blood pressure will conservatively be estimated to have increased by 30 mmHg...

Archmage Carlisle raised his hand and rubbed his temples. He leaned back and placed the thumbs of his clasped hands against each other, circling back and forth. After turning for a while, he raised his chin and nodded at the paper in front of him:

"You want to apply for a project? - Then let me ask you, how many magicians do you need for this project, and at what level?"

"I don't know. - But, at least, there must be several level five or above." He couldn't do anything with current, vacuum, or magic array. There are no mages below level five working in the force field hall that restrains lightning at the Thunder Horn. It is estimated that the same will be true for this project...

"What facilities and materials do I need to apply for in the Mage Tower?"

"I don't know~~~" I don't even know what facilities are available in the Mage Tower! I only took a look at the force field hall at Thunder Horn from a distance! "

“How long will the project last and how much funding will it cost?”

"I don't know." Grete spread his hands. If this is a national natural science or something, he can slowly calculate what instruments, consumables, and funding are needed when writing a project application. But here, he doesn't know how much subsidy a fifth-level mage should receive for a day's work!

Uh...you don't know anything, how do you act like it's natural?

Master Carlisle endured it again and again, and finally swallowed his complaints. Gretel cannot be blamed for this situation. In fact, just to prevent such a thing from happening, the teacher arranged for himself to directly connect with Gretel and protect him anytime and anywhere.

Generally speaking, if a magician in the council can take a fifth-level mage on a mission, he himself is at least a level 7, or even a level 9 or higher mage. He will experience these problems one by one as he grows up. Some of them he has never encountered before will also be asked by his connections. There will never be a situation where he doesn't have what he wants or doesn't know what he asks.

But Gretel is a special case. His ideas cannot match his upgrade speed... But is this Gretel's fault? Is it?

Not to mention the half-finished paper in hand, there are hundreds of mages who have been stuck in the alchemy room day and night to verify the pile that Grete threw out earlier...

Archmage Carlisle inhales, exhales, and calms down. He looked at Gretel seriously:

"If you don't know these and still want to continue this project, you have two ways to go. First, estimate the number of people, facilities, materials needed, and invite magicians. I can help you with these. But you need to apply for the report yourself. Submit it, and you will be responsible for the progress of the entire project. Of course, the project results are entirely yours, and all rewards will be distributed by you..."

Grete shook his head vigorously! Are you kidding me? A group of magicians above level 5 are being commanded by him? Not to mention whether people listen to him or not, he can't even understand when people are messing with force fields and stuff!

Seeing Grete's eyes widening and shaking his head like a fan, Archmage Carlisle finally felt a little more comfortable. He smiled slightly:

"The second way is to cooperate with Thunder Horn. You come up with projects and ideas," he nodded at the paper in front of him:

"Thunderhorn provides the manpower and everything else. But then, you can't have all the results of the entire project-"

"That's it!" Gretel couldn't wait to answer. Archmage Carlisle was stunned for a moment: "Then the proportion..."

"Whatever! Just let me finish it in the end! By the way, leave me a small set of equipment that I can operate myself. Let me try electrolysis!"

Archmage Carlisle: "..." No, I still want to talk to you about the share ratio! The most I can give you is 40%. Well, if you really insist, 50% is not non-negotiable...

After all, so many people can't work in vain...

Grete was already so happy that he was almost floating. He didn't want to follow up on this project at all, including the anode material ratio, reaction temperature, voltage and current intensity... He was not a metallurgist! Not a material expert either!

There are so many dwarves waiting for him to play in the forging field, no, waiting for him to think of ways to do physical examinations and collect data one by one. What does he have to do with electrolytic metallurgy?

For such a troublesome experimental project, we must decisively pass the blame to the Magic Council!

Archmage Carlisle shook his head and smiled bitterly. He sent Grete out, took the paper with him, and went to the Tower of Babel to find the legendary mage in person:

"Teacher, that Grete, made something strange again..."

"Well, let me see..."

Master Deckard took the paper, flipped through it, and touched his chin. He really couldn't help but not pay attention: to the Magic Council, the importance of metals like mithril cannot be overemphasized...

This metal is half lighter than steel, yet harder than steel, and has good ductility and magic conductivity. It is one of the best materials for making magic equipment and outlining magic arrays. If possible, the Magic Council would like to use a mixture of fine gold and mithril to attack a few more airships; the high-level magicians would like to each have a mithril soft armor...

dream.

Even the legendary mage can't make one.

Bounties in the direction of smelting and increasing production are hung there all year round. The magicians rushed forward heroically in batches, and retreated miserably in batches:

Some people only got the ore and broke their own fingers by forging iron;

Some people successfully established a relationship with the dwarves, got the semi-finished products from mithril smelting, added acid and alkali, heated them and made various tossings, but they couldn't produce any flowers.

Some high-level mages had a very good relationship with dwarves, and were able to observe the smelting process of divine magic, and correctly judged that it was electricity, and went back to use electricity to chop the semi-finished products themselves...

He chopped horizontally, vertically, and in different ways, but finally he struck a lonely person.

But Gretel's paper, Master Descartes, could see at a glance that it was an idea and method that had never appeared before.

"How many people can you draw?...Forget it, including you, draw enough people to come to me to do it. On the 375th floor of Babel Tower, rooms 3, 4, and 5 are given to you. 12 hours a day.”

"Teacher——" 12 hours? Deduct 8 hours of sleep a day, and then deduct the time for eating and taking care of yourself, and there will be nothing left! Does he have it? His disciples and grandchildren may not be able to bear it!

"how?"

"Uh... we people from the plasticity department may not be able to mix mithril ore powder and make it into a thin stick..."

Archmage Carlisle gave up decisively, shrank back, and changed the topic to another direction. The legendary mage scratched the stubble on his chin:

"That makes sense. In this case, I'll go find that old guy from the transformation department and get his people to do it together. By the way, you also said that Gretel wants a small room and makes something by himself?"

"That's right...but can he do it? He's only level 2, and he can't even play with force fields..."

"Give it to him! In room 6, go and arrange the things, and send an apprentice to watch over him! Keep him safe at all times!"

A legendary mage spoke up. When Gretel arrived at the Tower of Babel three days later, he saw that research facilities, research materials, and researchers were all in place. Mages wearing various robes were rushing back and forth in the force field room. A tall magician was holding a form and kept shouting:

"The heating temperature rises another 10 degrees, and the third experiment begins!"

"The heating temperature remains unchanged, the current output is increased by 1%, and the fifth experiment begins!"

"Mithril Rod No. 3, the second experiment begins!"

The corresponding group of mages is responsible for the operation. Adjust the burning array, adjust the electric field, and replace the mithril rod. Electric currents pierced and pierced, and the force field was filled with heat waves. Within ten steps, no one could step in. Gretel stood there for three seconds and then stepped back step by step until he reached the door and was blocked by Archmage Carlisle:

"Is this plan the same as your design? Do you think there is anything that needs to be changed?"

"Uh..." Gretel was sweating drop by drop on his forehead. Maybe it was because of the heat, but he was still a little nervous after seeing such a big scene. He searched hard and squeezed out the little physical and chemical knowledge he had left, and finally came up with something:

"The voltage may be too high..."

Although I don’t remember what the metallurgical voltage is, I seem to have some impression that the applied voltage is lower than the decomposition voltage of molten salt. That number is very small, it seems to be only two digits...

Archmage Carlisle took his words very seriously. Make two strokes on the notebook and immediately raise your voice:

"Garrit! Make the electricity smaller! Smaller!"

"Hey, it's not about the current! It's about the voltage! Voltage!"

"Voltage? What is that? How to measure it?"

There is a voltmeter... Grete swallowed the words silently. This involves positive and negative charges, ions in compounds, etc. It can’t be explained clearly in a sentence or two... The technology in this world has not yet reached atoms, ions and electrons! What should I say?

Or could Alessandro Volta be summoned? May I?

If that doesn't work, you can give me a simple voltmeter specially designed for electricians!

Grete scratched his head, expressing his inability to do anything. He can only contribute one more thing:

"I...I only know how to make the voltage smaller..."

He asked for Master Carlyle's notebook, brushed a few strokes, and drew several simple current diagrams:

“In a series circuit, the current on a loop is equal everywhere, and the sum of the voltages at both ends of each load is equal to the total voltage... In a parallel circuit, the voltages at both ends of the parallel branches are equal, and the current flowing through the main circuit is equal to the sum of the currents in each branch... Or you can consider using resistors to reduce the voltage...I can only do so much!"

He threw away the pen and paper and ran away happily, rushing into the laboratory assigned to him. The power supply, wires, carbon rods, etc. were all ready. Grete opened the space bag, took out the beaker, flask, water tank and test tube one by one, set them up, put distilled water, and refined salt——

"Gurgling, gurgling, gurgling..."

The cathode and the anode, the ends of the two carbon rods, bubbled out one after another. In one of the glass tubes, yellow-green gas flows into the lime milk, and the milky white liquid in the water tank slowly becomes clear to the naked eye.

Gretel took a breath of joy. The cold and stimulating smell rushed into the nose, and a sense of security suddenly filled the limbs.

84 disinfectant!

My liver finally came out!

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