Chapter 219 How to Get More Rewards

Before being named by the old man, Mage Aurora Walton had been arguing with Gretel for quite some time. If everyone nearby wasn't excited and their attention was drawn to 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 come up and talk about it?!"

"Oh... oh, he's already gone up, so 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 good to fight with him... I have other ways to get that thing..."

"But why did you miss out on a prize for nothing!"

The two men 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 was anxious and raised Gretel's arm...

Grete tried to struggle. However, Aurora didn't know whether it was because she was two years older than him, or she had secretly added [Wild Bull Power] to herself, so when she grabbed him, Grete couldn't even struggle. All he could do was watch Aurora bend her arms, point at him and say loudly:

"He already has this thing!"

There was a sudden silence in the hall. The old man in overalls looked at Aurora, at the magician whose hands he held, and then at Gretel, his rosy face becoming gloomy little by little. The magician in front of him trembled slightly with his hands, 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. After 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 Archmage Carlisle." Aurora answered smoothly. The old man in work clothes nodded slightly, his expression a little kinder:

"It turns out he is 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 gently 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 Gretel, his face turning red and white, his lips opening and closing like a golden-red koi being lifted out of the water. Grete had no choice but to take a step forward to block him, and bowed slightly to the old man in work clothes:

"Thank you, Master, for your reminder, 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:

"I made this microscope last July 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 bringing this to the attention of all the masters, I can only say... I am very sorry."

He raised his hands and gave them gently. The old man in work clothes frowned slightly, and with a movement of his fingers, a pair of transparent mage hands took the paper and sent it directly to him. There are two lines of large characters on the cover, the ink is thick and clear, and it is still clear after several months:

"Several records of using homemade microscopes to observe onion skins, cork, meat, bees and other insects"

There is a note tucked inside the title page. For this paper, the reward given by the parliament is 1 research point and 1 contribution point; there is also a later article "Record of Observing Shigella Shigella with a Homemade Microscope", which is also 1 research point and 1 contribution point. The old man raised his thick eyebrows and was about to get angry:

Who reviewed these two papers?

What bastard is so ignorant? !

Is such an important invention that can open the door to a new world for magicians worth this reward? !

No wonder people don’t dare to submit articles… It’s strange that they dare to submit articles! Who would think that such a comforting reward could be published in a journal?

But now is not the time to rush to the Magic Review Department and slam the table to hold people accountable. The old man in overalls quickly flipped through the paper and confirmed the originality of the microscope. He immediately smiled at Grete and waved him up:

"So, do you have anything else to share about this - the microscope?"

"...Yes." Gretel walked up briskly, and the magicians spontaneously turned aside to make way for him to open a wide path. Grete sat on the stage and began to operate the microscope skillfully. At the same time, he took out things from 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. Transparent, with 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 the eyepieces that can be raised and lowered, objects can be observed at different magnifications... The jewelry maker 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 blurred when seeing;

The third is to seal the lens barrel, and if possible, fill it with... 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, and finally began to move toward the audience with a rustle. His face was flushed, and even the Mediterranean Sea, which was not covered by his sparse hair, was blushing.

He lowered his head and walked down. He was hunched over, the hem of his robe was dragging the floor, and he seemed to be slumping. Gretel couldn't bear to look at this pitiful look - it was so miserable. If he hadn't appeared by chance, he would have been able to get the reward and turn over smoothly...

No one reached out to stop him. No one spoke up to stop it. 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 suddenly he took two quick steps and grabbed the unlucky bald magician:

"Actually, you don't have to go down..."

The bald magician suddenly raised his head, his face full of surprise, and he subconsciously took a step back. Grete stopped looking at him, stretched out his hand to stop him, and looked 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 balding magician and turned him towards the rostrum:

"The act of promoting the microscope actually achieved a very good sharing effect. And he also claimed before that he 'discovered' this instrument rather than 'invented' it. So, there is no need to deprive him of it just because I am here. It’s a deserved honor.”

"But you..." The bald magician's lips trembled. The reward that was about to be obtained was in vain, but the owner of the invention spoke for himself. Ups and downs, ups and downs, he wanted to refuse and thank you, but he didn't know 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. There was silence in the venue. The magicians in front, left, and right, and the big guys on the stage all focused their attention on Gretel:

Half of the people, especially the older and poorly dressed magicians, looked at Gretel with admiration. The other half, mainly young and energetic magicians, looked sideways, with expressions on their faces as if they were being taken advantage of. Aurora Wharton even heard someone whispering behind her:

"Is this guy stupid?"

"Do you want 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 her head back and glared. He immediately turned to Gretel, stretched his neck as hard as he could and almost climbed onto the chair:

"Why did you let him do it? Don't you still want that -"

"Auro!"

Gretel shouted to stop. He pushed the bald magician forcefully and asked him to take two steps forward, while he turned sideways to make way for him. The old man in overalls kept looking at him with soft eyes, neither approving nor stopping him. It wasn't until the two were at loggerheads that he 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." Gretel replied. The old man smiled even deeper:

"Even if you don't get the prize in the end?"

"Even if you don't win 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 declare that, given that this gentleman was the original promoter of the microscope and his work has had a huge impact, this year's award for "The Philosopher's Stone" will be won by him——"

He reached out his hand. The bald magician froze on the spot. Under his sparse hair, the Mediterranean Sea turned red for an instant. There was a slight commotion in the venue. Some people were envious of the man's good luck, while others couldn't help but point their fingers and mutter that Gretel was really a fool. Master Wharton couldn't help shouting, looked at the old man, and collapsed helplessly:

"well……"

Can't bear it.

Nothing but tenacity.

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 in place. He turned his head one by one like a zombie, looking at Grete'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.

Known: The rewards that result creators receive should not be lower than those of promoters in any case.

Question: How much should the creator get?

Thanks to x-on:Wan Mu Qianjiang for the 2,000 starting coins, and thanks to the boss for going to the browser to reward...

Thirty-six hundred words! Let’s count 3,000 words. I’ll add another 3,000 words to one chapter in the evening. I’ve completed another update today!

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