Landau stood solemnly in front of this notebook, which seemed to be covered with traces of time and was made of unknown materials. His hands drooped, his face was serious, and his body was surrounded by the magic fluorescence slightly revealed by the force field. He looked at the notebook standing there.
Bolu on the side nodded.
The pages of the notebook stretched gently, flicking gently as if soaked in water. That was because Landau manipulated the invisible force field and turned the pages gently and steadily.
From the set of floating lights suspended in mid-air that would follow Landau's movement, soft light poured down, flowing from his head to the surrounding ground. Like a spotlight, it lifted him out of this vast, dark and empty space.
Isolated in the laboratory space.
The expression on his face was like that of a priest who was reading through the supreme sacred scripture, or like a scholar who was reading through a precious ancient manuscript. With an expression that was mixed with reverence and cherishment, he was carrying out this process full of ritual feeling.
This solemn atmosphere made Polu stand up straight involuntarily.
He watched the pages of the book slowly stand up from one side, then slowly turn over, and finally stick to the back of the previous page silently. Time passed slowly, but he couldn't feel it. His mind was empty.
I just quietly watched the reading process like some kind of symbol, and even the thought of asking about the content faded away.
He recalled the past, and even books as a carrier of knowledge circulation had gradually faded away from life. He had never seen such a solemn and solemn treatment of a book and the knowledge recorded on it. If he had to make a metaphor
, the most appropriate metaphor he could think of was the ups and downs of an art lover's mood when he stood in front of the Riverside Scene during the Qingming Festival spread out in front of him.
"Found it."
Landau's voice echoed in this empty space, even taking on a hint of ethereal meaning.
He frowned slightly:
"The record is not very clear. It seems to be just a sketch. Let me think about it carefully."
This conversation destroyed the ritual atmosphere of silence, making Polu's mind seem to have returned to the real world and start to work.
"The sense of ritual when reading notes is amazing."
At this time, Landau raised his head and waved to him: "Come over and take a look and see if it has any inspiration for you. Just look at it and don't touch the pages. This is just a notebook. It has not been enchanted and can keep the current status.
The situation is already very difficult.”
"Teacher, why don't you copy such an important book? Then you can just flip through the copy when reading, and this important manuscript can be collected."
Landau was stunned, as if he didn't expect that Polu's first question had nothing to do with the content of the notebook. It was a question about the notebook itself.
"Copy one? I've thought about it, but it's easy to say. It takes a lot of energy to read such a notebook. I have many other books here. Making a copy? I don't have time to complete this task."
"Teacher, I see that many of the books you have here are handwritten. They should be very precious, right?"
"Yes, in our tradition, when every alchemist reaches a certain level, he will write down his life's knowledge and experience in a book. Questions will be left in his own notebook. It can be said that this book records his
The books he has studied throughout his life are the imprints of his thoughts left on this world."
Polu was a little silent, looking at the book boxes surrounding him. These represented the crystallization of knowledge of one alchemist after another, lying so quietly next to him, placed in a properly protected book box. He thought
After thinking for a while, he said to Landau: "Teacher, are you leaving books so that others can learn your knowledge?"
"That's right."
“If we just lock them in a book box, doesn’t that defeat the purpose of what these books were made for?”
"If we don't have the ability to protect them, I would rather lock them in a book box."
"What if it's a replica?"
Landau waved his hand: "That's impossible!"
"Unlike a mage whose power is attributed to himself, the knowledge of an alchemist can control external forces. Some knowledge may bring horrific destruction and damage. I don't think spreading it without filtering is the best choice. If a person has malicious intentions and
If a talented person acquires this knowledge, he or she may create terrible weapons and bring about terrible disasters.
Imagine a thief who happens to have a certain talent. If he happens to learn how to make a certain alchemical weapon from some channel, he has both ideas and abilities. Even if it is just an inferior magic ball that can only be fired three times, he can
It’s enough to set off a wave of terror and unrest in a region! This kind of thing has happened more than once.”
Landau's tone was profound.
Polu imagined that if it were placed in his own time, it would be close to being able to imitate 54 by hand after learning, a real hand rubbing, and a complete set of drawings!
Without a powerful state machine, once a person has evil intentions, it will be enough to cause great panic - panic is destruction!
After all, the threshold for making some alchemical weapons is still too low. He recalled the fixed-style magic missile staff, which can be driven by crystals on the market, and the most critical core - the core part of the magic circle, maybe as long as an apprentice is willing
You can do it with some effort!
Even if this staff can only fire 3 to 5 missiles before being scrapped, how can ordinary people resist? And if you can create a weapon, you can naturally create another one, and you can create a missile staff.
Naturally, people will not be stupid enough to prepare only one weapon.
Polu somewhat understood Landau's motivation for hiding his skills.
Indeed, either strong social control can be achieved, or it cannot be manufactured and purchased as easily as a watermelon knife, or it is better not to let the drawings appear on the market. Even if they are to be disseminated, they must be screened.
"Teacher, you said that hiding part of your knowledge is also part of social responsibility?"
"Maybe, at least currently we don't have the conditions to spread this knowledge."
Polu answered:
"At least the part about weapons should be deleted."
"Yes, you understand it very well. But do you still want to read it?"
"Look! Otherwise, wouldn't I be here in vain?"
Polu was about to turn his head to read the contents of the notebook, but he seemed to remember something and stopped his movement of turning his head. There was a trace of worry on his face:
"can I see?"
"Okay, what are you afraid of?"
This made Landau very puzzled - this notebook will not jump up and bite people. What is Polu afraid of?
"Teacher, the way you looked at this notebook seemed to be of a very high level. I was very worried that I had seen some knowledge that I shouldn't have seen, and my brain boiled in an instant."
Landau frowned: "Don't look at strange things. How can a serious book have such an effect? Is it the effect of being caught in a trap? Besides, this is just a notebook, not a spell book.
There is no magic circle that can work."
Polu was just putting his mind back when he heard Landau add: "When you are studying, just study. Don't just follow the things in the book and you will naturally not fall into the trap."
Polu looked back, then moved closer to the notebook, and Landau spoke again: "With that kind of forbidden knowledge that boils the brain, no one can live long enough to write understandable notes normally, don't worry.