Volume 1, The Wizard's World Chapter 33, Tentacles
Apprentices always go back and forth to their instructors' laboratories or libraries to take classes, so Ian already has a good understanding of Consul's library.
This huge library with rows of rich and ancient books could no longer surprise him.
As for the new apprentices like Alfo, most of them are well-dressed, I think most of them have prominent family backgrounds, or are well-educated, and have seen rich collections at the university, so no one makes a fuss, they just watch the master here and wait for orders quietly.
"Dear mentor, I am Jasmine Phoenix, and this is Ian Hyde. We are the assistants arranged by the monastery to accept your teachings. I hope that in the next seven years, we can provide you with insignificant contributions to your great research.
Help." Jasmine held up her skirt and stepped forward to salute, and at the end she mentioned these apprentices by the way.
Consul stared at them with a gloomy look and said without any hesitation: "Help...forget it, I will first teach the disciples to organize my notes and classify them according to the method I taught you before. Come and find me when you are ready."
After saying that, the male wizard with long beard, furrows and sinister eyes crossed the tall pile of brown paper and walked towards the middle of the bookshelf. There was a circular space the size of a classroom, surrounded by a circle of stones as high as one person.
Separated by a wall, there is a long dark table in the middle, and various experimental equipment and ore raw materials are placed along the stone wall.
That's his little laboratory.
Seeing that Consul had almost reached the table, the two of them did not dare to slack off at all, so they quickly called over six people to explain in a low voice.
After supervising them to perform several classifications to ensure that the teachings were complete, the two quickly rushed to Consul and saw him playing with a pile of red and purple stones.
"Okay?" Consul looked away from the stone and saw the two men nodding, so he continued: "Your task these days is to refine the raw materials. The tools are on the table. Within three days, these cassiterite raw materials
Broken down, I need 9 ounces of tin powder, can I do that?"
There are nearly 200 pounds of cassiterite on the table. According to past experience, 9 ounces is more than enough, and there is enough time. Therefore, Jasmine replied confidently: "We can do it, sir."
As soon as she finished speaking, she saw Consul turning his eyes to Ian, frowning and asking displeasedly: "Ian, you haven't completed the heart of isolation yet?"
"Yes, sir!" Although he has tried his best to practice, his mental strength is his shortcoming, and it is indeed difficult to succeed in three or four days. Ian can only admit this with shame.
"Humph, then I'll leave this matter to you alone. The time remains unchanged. Do you have any questions?" Consul snorted dissatisfied, and Ian's answer made him change his mind.
Well, Ian opened his mouth silently, without showing any dissatisfaction, and respectfully replied: "I obey, my lord!"
As he spoke, he went to get tools such as a pointed hammer and a crucible. The rough stone was too big and needed a pointed hammer to break it into pieces for easy operation. This job was not difficult, but the original work of two people became one person, and time was limited.
He seemed nervous. If he didn't work overtime, he would definitely not be able to do it.
And the year-end festival starts in five days, and while his isolation is still going on, the only way to take care of both ends is to stay up all night for several nights.
Too miserable.
After finishing speaking, I saw Kongsuer taking Jasmine to another place to hand over the task, while Ian picked up the rough stones and began to knock them.
They have done a lot of refining mineral elements and are very familiar with the steps: first break down large pieces of raw materials into smaller pieces, then use the extremely high temperature of the mountain flame stone to heat these broken stones; wait until they are chapped by the high temperature into smaller pieces.
When the particles are finer, Ian can add a neutralizing agent to separate the tin element from the impurities to obtain coarse tin powder. This is what Consul wants.
The whole process was very simple, and he did it very skillfully.
But there is one area that is extremely difficult and takes up basically three-quarters of the entire step. This is the step of processing the raw stone and turning it into fragments. It is not known what metals are included in the composition of the raw tin ore stone, so that
It is extremely hard as a whole, and even a sharp-edged hammer with sharp enchantment would be difficult to damage it.
Ding, ding ding, ding...
A slightly rhythmic knocking sound kept ringing in the small laboratory, but everyone was immune to the noisy knocking and was not affected at all.
The apprentices were still busy outside, and the pile of yellowed paper seemed to be endless. They didn't know when it would end. Consul assigned Jasmine the task of extraction, and she was sitting on a neat table.
Wrestling with a bunch of blue vines on the workbench;
As for Consul himself, the tutor was pacing around the long table in the center, with a corpse lying on it. Judging from the clothes, the deceased should be the tenant farmer of the viscount here. Sheen, with an extremely ugly face, stood with his head lowered and stood beside him.
Next to it, and behind him is Marcus, who was supposed to be studying with Shirley Becky.
Aha, this guy took action again, he is really bold.
Ian looked back calmly, looking indifferent. But in fact, his heart was already in turmoil. Thinking of the serial murders in the past few weeks, he even admired him for daring to sacrifice such an important moment at the end of the year.
He attacks one after another without showing any flaws, he is really a powerful one.
He thought about the Hunter's Obelisk again. This thing seemed to be interested in the spokesperson of the gods. He didn't know how it worked. If there was a chance, he would experiment with it.
It is said that wizards' curiosity is stronger than the last, so they don't care whether it is taboo or not.
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At this time, the sweat on his forehead was flowing in strands, but he did not wipe it. After all, if he wiped it, he would soon return to his old outlook.
In order to deal with these strange ores, the weight of the pointed hammer has reached an incredible level. Even Ian has a well-trained and strong body and cannot withstand repeated hammering for a long time. His elbow
The following is almost numb.
"Hey~~Finally we have another pot!" Ian stopped the hammer, took the thumb-sized pieces on the ground and put them into a miniature boiler made of mountain flame stone, and took the opportunity to rest his already sore hands.
On the other side, Marcus, who followed Sheen to report the hunting incident, couldn't help but sneer when he saw Ian's miserable situation, and thought proudly: I thought I could have such a fulfilling life following my mentor, but I'm just a miner.
,Tsk, it’s so miserable.
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Put the ore into the boiler, close the damper and the bottom of the boiler will automatically burn. The orange flame ignited by the magic item will lick the furnace wall, setting off waves of heat...
All he had to do next was to wait, but it was obvious that Ian couldn't rest. The half-man-high pile of raw rocks had only been broken down into three or four pieces, which was far from enough.
He had no choice but to control his sore and stiff hand to hold the hammer and continue, ding, ding, ding... Every blow was consuming the little energy he had left.
He could only advance the progress bit by bit like this.
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"Is this your progress throughout the day? Isn't it too useless?"
I don't know when Sheen and I left, but Consul came to his side and suddenly cursed him while he was swinging the hammer vigorously.
At this time, the tin powder he analyzed was less than 1/3 ounce, so no wonder he was scolded.
"Uh!" Ian was speechless, but he knew he couldn't refute it at this time, so he apologized with a decent attitude and said, "I'm sorry, sir, please forgive me for being unfamiliar, but I won't disrupt your plan.
, please rest assured.”
"This is not unfamiliar."
"This is stupid!"
Consul mocked coldly.
Then he snatched the tool from Ian's hand, picked out a piece of rough stone, and struck it with a gentle wave of his hand. He saw that the originally extremely hard tin stone broke into two or three pieces, as if by magic.
"This..." Ian's throat was a little dry. He swallowed and couldn't believe his eyes.
"You are a wizard, not a miner. Miners are better than you... You must know how to use your mental power to find their textures. The textures are flaws. Didn't your trainee instructors teach you this? Who gave you the minerals?
Those who study the course should really take this damn thing and reinvent it.”
Consul said angrily, and the look of hatred on his face left no one doubting the reliability of his words. Ian was so frightened that he didn't say a word and didn't dare to answer.
Fortunately, he didn't dwell on it, and then he threw away the hammer, leaving a bad message and turned around and left: "One day less time, I will see 9 ounces of tin powder before midnight tomorrow."
"yes!"
Ian did not dare to complain and immediately agreed.
Looking at such a large pile of stones in front of him, he had to break them all and refine them into tin powder in two days... Ian couldn't even smile bitterly, and was left with a headache. He thought to himself that this mentor is really
Severe, no wonder the former master was as afraid of him as a tiger.
He sighed, picked up the hammer and pointed it at the stone, and was about to hit it when he suddenly froze.
He thought of Consul's words. There was no need for the other party to come over and insult this unimportant rookie. So, what did his words mean - mental power?
Roger also said that day that wizards must learn to rely on mental power and learn to control mental power to perceive the world.
He realized a little bit in his heart, so he simply stopped the hammer and struggled to mobilize the scattered power of the spiritual world. He spent all his efforts to control a trace of spiritual power to extend from the illusory world and become a small tentacle of his new senses.
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The tentacles touched the original stone, and a cold feeling immediately came to Ian's brain, as if he had put his hand on it; he closed his eyes, and a little color immediately appeared in his dark vision to break the darkness, a little purple, and a
A little red, a little green, and more and more colors as time goes by.
A vague outline was outlined in front of his eyes. This was an alternative vision brought by spiritual power, and joy surged in his heart.
But this was not enough. With just outlines and no layers, Ian still could not use the method shown by Consul. When he thought of this, he immediately had the idea of mobilizing more mental power to extend.
Just do it, the power of this void world can be mobilized in an instant.
Soon, half of the outline of a rough stone was clearly displayed in his field of vision, with distinct layers and clear texture.
bite.
After identifying the target, he lowered the hammer without hesitation, and the stone split into two with a crash, which was smoother than splitting wood.
"Ha!" A smile appeared on Ian's lips, and he immediately felt grateful to Consul.