Chapter 223 Mithril Smelting Project? I Have the Final Say!

Seeing Archmage Carlisle's face red and thick-necked, with blood pouring from the top of his head, Grete really felt a little... unbearable.

After all, Archmage Carlisle was also kind to him. On the battlefield, he was forced into a desperate situation by the pursuers of the Lord of Glory. At the critical moment, this archmage descended from the sky, blasted away the enemy and protected himself. It was he who made the decision on the spot, stuffed himself into the airship, brought him back and inserted himself into the training class...

At first glance, Master Carlisle at that time was a handsome middle-aged man, gentle, elegant, noble and humble. Except for the fact that the golden robe is a bit eye-catching, his speech and attitude are impeccable. When he asked about his battle experience, he didn't show any contempt, and even showed a little curiosity.

But now? The clothes are wrinkled, the eyes are red, the hair is messy, and there are a few strands of silver emerging from the hair. The way Gretel looked at him, he always thought of those coders who often went to the emergency department, who were fired from the company at the age of 37 and could only deliver food...

Grete felt a little sorry for him. However, sympathy is sympathy, and matters of principle must still 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. He looked into the eyes of Archmage Carlisle and explained seriously:

"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 else are you 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 your own meditation. It's not that the Magic Council might force him to hand over the Meditation Laws - just hand it over, and there's nothing he can't hand over. The Magic Council is sincerely concerned about him and is his protective umbrella, so it's not a bad thing to hand it over to them.

But based on how much they cared about him, Grete was really afraid that they would take away the rules of meditation, so he studied them over and over again. If he didn't study and understand, he was not allowed to practice by himself.

Furthermore, just handing it over is a big project in itself, and it can delay the big project for at least a few months - this can't be done by just giving them the "Game Solution" and "System Solution" silently!

Grete thought hard for a while:

"I need to be exposed to more things... I need to increase my knowledge... I have to finish things from beginning to end. I can't relax and advance with things on my mind... For example, the mithril smelting project must be completed. !”

"If the project is successful, you will be able to advance?"

Archmage Carlisle looked at Gretel suspiciously. The Magic Council invested thirty or forty magicians, including his disciples and grandsons, in the electrolytic smelting project, with countless manpower and material resources. A few months later, two large boxes of graphite were used, and hundreds of kilograms of intermediate products from mithril smelting were used. The result was nothing.

It's not that he regrets the manpower and material resources. In fact, the Magic Council has invested thousands of times more in mithril smelting than Gretel's project over the years. The question is, if you say you can advance after completing a project, how long will it take to complete the project?

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 only a few results have been produced in the end. Half depends on investment and half depends on luck. If you are not lucky, you will not be able to produce anything for three to five years.

And what about the Magic Council? There are three laboratories in total, dozens of people are working on it, and you want to produce results in a month?

This is so lucky!

"Okay, don't worry about the project or not." Archmage 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 is good to increase your mental strength. After meditating, if you still have time, go to the laboratory and have a look..."

Don’t put your energy into weird places! Even if you do a magic experiment, it's better than catching the dwarves and taking their temperatures one by one! ! !

"do not!"

Gretel screamed. He still has a lot of things to do! The X-ray images only showed about ten people! The B-ultrasound images haven’t been drawn yet! There are also different levels, different physical combat abilities, and the impact on physiological indexes. He has just made the beginning of such a large project!

"Listen to me!" Archmage Carlisle raised his hand, and two large transparent hands rose up from left to right and slowly closed them. Gretel is about to be caught in the middle. The meaning is 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!!!"

Archmage 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 4, the crowd cheered. A translucent force field hand held a steel mesh, going around and around in front of the magicians. Every time it passed in front of a person, it must be deliberately turned over twice.

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 is a pile of instruments lined up in the corner of the room. Scales, beakers, bottles and jars. The 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!!!"

Each measurement elicited a cheer. The host of Laboratory No. 4, a female great magician with a magic level of up to 11, raised her hands in the air and couldn't help but turn in a circle. The hem of the magic robe was flying high, spinning into a colorful flower on the smooth floor of the laboratory.

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 made it! Three routes were worked separately for more than a month, and they failed and failed again and again. Finally, 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, Gretel followed Archmage Carlisle into the laboratory. The older mages gathered around the teacher one after another, reporting, explaining, and demonstrating their achievements, making a fuss. The second and even third generation students 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!"

Grete: "..." Let me go! You are so close to the electric field! There's strong acid on the table next to you! There is caustic soda! Help ah ah ah ah ah ah!

He struggled for a long time, and was finally rescued from the crowd by Archmage Carlisle and dragged to Laboratory 6 next door. As soon as the force field door was closed, the Archmage smiled half-heartedly and sneered at him:

"Are you relieved now? Can you advance?"

Uh... Luck is really bad... In other words, the Magic Council's luck is really good. In just one month, they have made a breakthrough on such a troublesome project. However, his personal luck was not so good. At this moment, he happened to push the timing of advancement to the success of the project...

But the loser cannot lose the battle! Grete tried hard to straighten the magic robe and raised his head high:

“…How do you know this is what the project is all about?”

"What's the meaning?"

The Archmage frowned. Across the open space two meters away, Grete looked directly at him 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 luck is 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. Go to the door, push, push again...

"Open the door!"

Gretel's prediction soon came true. The Magic Council's thirst for mithril is almost unlimited. As soon as the electrolysis smelting method was successful, all 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 human power compare to magic? In the magic tower, the magicians adjusted the parameters, heated and powered up, and waited to collect the mithril powder. If one crucible is not enough, you can pass a few more or get a few 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 faster?"

"Can you get more?"

“Can production be doubled?”

Day and night, old Xion, who had been guarding the fire pool for three days, 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. There were three layers of shields on the body, and a [cold-resistant and heat-resistant] one on top, and a bottle of iced sugar salt water for myself. 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 get more? Is there not enough manpower? If the people who are fishing 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 recognize someone, they really dig deep into their heart and soul, saying one thing and another. At this moment, the braided-bearded dwarf tried his best to stand on tiptoes, pointed at the fire pool and explained to Gretel:

"Look at this fire pool, it is golden yellow most of the time, and sometimes 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 arm and skillfully 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!!!"

The data on working days are really bleak... I can't help but feel sad.

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