Chapter 289 Straighten the Communication with Bare Hands?
"What did little Grete do again?"
The Lord of Thunder threw away the spoiled coffee latte art. He glanced at Carlisle's hand. There was no notebook, no roll of paper—that is, no paper. There was no research, no summary, just a weird-looking thing that looked like it was handmade, and it was delivered to him?
Archmage Carlisle lowered his head and said nothing, moved the hand-operated generator forward, and placed it on the teacher's desk. The Lord of Thunder didn't look at it, turned his back to the desk, and continued grinding coffee beans, boiling water, making coffee, and frothing 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, held 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, 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 shocked. Sparks burst out from the Lord of Thunder's hands. While tearing off the wire, his fingers loosened reflexively. However, he remained unmoved. He held one end of the wire with one hand, circled it several times around his fingertips, and ordered:
"continue."
"Yes Yes."
Archmage Carlisle responded in a low voice. He continued to crank 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 light gradually emerged 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, a piece of electric sparks exploded from above, fluttering in the room. In the eyes of others, it seemed as if it could explode on the spot anytime and anywhere.
Archmage Carlisle was secretly shocked. However, he was reluctant to let go of this opportunity for close observation, and 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 fluttering Lei Yi. After shaking it quickly for seventy or eighty times, I 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 fly out at any time. Is this... going 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 withstand! If you're lucky, you'll be seriously injured; if you're not lucky, you'll just die!
Archmage Carlisle immediately fled. Before closing the door, I 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 filled with white. Archmage Carlisle closed his eyes subconsciously, and when he opened them again, the office was empty, with both 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, sweating all over his face. It took him a long time to calm down his breathing and listen to the movement in the room. The Lord of Thunder's office is on the 376th floor of the Babel Tower, quite close to the top of the tower. The dull thunder kept rolling, and occasionally there was a big earthquake, as if it was exploding right above the head.
What is the teacher doing? What did he feel about that strange current just now? What are you testing again? What made 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 you are, the longer time seems. Archmage Carlisle's vest was wet with sweat, then dry again, then dry again, and he went back and forth several times. Finally, there was a "click" in the office, the door opened a crack, and the voice of the Lord of Thunder came out faintly:
"Come in."
Archmage Carlisle walked in with a heart in his hand. Stepping into the door, the scene in front of me immediately changed. It is no longer the desk, bookshelf, coffee pot, milk jug, white porcelain coffee cup with gold rim, but the ethereal ground, clusters of dark clouds, sometimes falling branch lightning, 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 appears outside according to the will of the master and can be directly observed by others with the naked eye. However, it is troublesome to interact with the physical world. Secondly, it is easy to be harmed by external enemies. Even the legendary mage would not use such a big move.
As a disciple of the Lord of Thunder, Archmage Carlisle can only see his teacher's spiritual picture once or twice a year at most. He walked cautiously inside, observing carefully as he went. Soon he discovered something strange:
On the ground, in the sky, in the thunder clouds, there are countless silver-white electric rings among all kinds of lightning. It fluctuates back and forth, extinguishing and then lighting up. Occasionally, a branch-like lightning strikes the electric ring. The electric ring lights up, as if it sucks the lightning in, and the cycle continues.
"Do you understand?"
The Lord of Thunder asked. Archmage Carlisle lowered his head and thought:
"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, you must use ordinary lightning, and you cannot use this kind of direction that 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 an electric arc as thick as a finger jumped out of his palm and danced between the index fingers of his hands.
The Lord of Thunder stared at the arc of lightning 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. Tiny and scattered, endless birth and death. At the same time, the same fluorescence erupted from the monocle, which kept closing inward, as if being squeezed by an invisible hand.
After stroking, pause for a moment, observe, and do it again. After three or five rounds, the arc in his hand seemed to become thinner. However, according to Archmage Carlisle's induction, the arc in the teacher's hand seemed to have been sorted out, flowing honestly in one direction, no longer looping back and forth, but constantly changing flow directions.
"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 hand it in. What is this thing he made, how is it made, and why can it emit electricity? Then I contacted "Arcane" and sent the paper, and by the way, a reward was placed in my name for this thing. The amount of the reward..."
After thinking about it for a while, too little was not consistent with the status of a legendary mage, and too much was unnecessary. Well, just say something that makes sense. 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 the Thunder Horn first, so that our people can be more attentive!"
"yes!"
Archmage Carlisle quickly left. That night, Gretel received 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 - [Endless Ink Pen] is a level 9 magic item! If it breaks, the loss will be huge!
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! Such a high price! Although Gretel was not an electronic engineering major in his previous life, he still remembered that maybe, maybe, just installing a few diodes would be enough?
...Speaking of which, how are diodes made? He only knows that it can be purchased on the market. As for how to make it specifically, it seems to be related to silicon, quartz or something? Is it going to be melted? But when it is melted, it becomes glass... He doesn't know anything 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 "Arcana", so 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 loud noise, and his entire upper body hit the desk, feeling weak.
Thesis, thesis...the coil cuts the magnetic field to produce electricity...so why is electricity produced? How far does he have to prove it? In this damn world, the microscopic world hasn't reached the atomic level yet. Is he about to get the electrons out?
He can’t do it either!
He only knows how to copy the principles, so if you ask him to explain further, you might as well let him die!
"Auro—you write the paper!"
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