After all, ethereal inspiration always comes like a dream at night. This kind of fleeting and wonderful phantom is something that every mage full of desire for exploration must try to hold tightly in his hands. And browsing the information is the most important thing.
A good way to let inspiration actually fall to the ground.
The materials are all in the library. The mages will never wait until dawn. In other words, they will use various means to enter the library, including legal and illegal means.
The illegal ones include, to name just two common examples - using fireballs to blow open the library's thick warded doors, and digging holes in the wards-engraved walls to gain access to the back offices. Thank goodness they're destroying the wards.
When doing so, at least remember not to affect the collection of books.
Although destruction will result in the penalty of confinement, and they are not allowed to bring the information in. However, the mages have read the information once before the law enforcement officers come to the door. And they believe that they can work more efficiently in a small dark room.
"Just think of it as a retreat for research. After all, there are still people taking care of the food during the confinement. Maybe even the research will be completed when you come out?"
Countless mages continued to fight with this mentality. From the looks of it, this punishment was not even painful. But in the final analysis - what could be done to them? As long as the book was not damaged, it was just a door demolished.
And this kind of thing is done from top to bottom. There was a time when every time the gate was repaired, it would be destroyed again that night.
"If this continues, the solitary room will turn into the largest research institution on Star Island! A group of people are coming to invade the dark room! Get them all out!"
The administrator finally couldn't bear it anymore. In order to curb this bad trend from the source, the library became open all day. The mages who lost their little dark room howled in mourning!
There is even a magician who has developed a strange spell: the secret chamber of meditation.
It is designed to provide a completely undisturbed space. Once you enter this secret room, you cannot get out without completing the set tasks.
"Pfft."
Hearing this, Polu couldn't help but blush so hard that he covered his mouth and laughed. He looked around to make sure he didn't disturb the other readers who were distributed according to the Nordic style before settling down.
He whispered: "I really want the little black room. But if I can't complete the research task, will I starve to death in it?"
"The spell is supported by your own magic power. You just need to guard against giving up the idea of weakness. But if you are really about to die and your mental power collapses, you will naturally come out."
As Zhu Yiwei spoke, she closed the scroll in her hand and pushed it over from across the table: "This is the detailed information on force field control. This one is more suitable."
Bolu took the scroll and unfolded it to read. There were some magic circles and words scrawled on the scroll. He found it difficult to read and couldn't help but frown.
"What's wrong, are you having trouble reading?"
"No, reading is not a big problem, but...do you have paper and pen?"
"There are free scrolls provided at the entrance."
She pointed in the direction of the door to the reading room.
After Polu came back, he unfolded the scroll. While he was flipping through the scrolls, he organized the information into his own scroll.
Time passed slowly, and the night was already deep.
Bolu sighed: "I finally finished this part."
Zhu Yiwei, who was looking down at the scroll, raised her head. She glanced at the scroll in front of Bolu, then stood up, walked around behind Bolu, leaned down and looked at it carefully, bringing a wisp of quiet fragrance.
In front of her is a table divided into multiple columns. Each column records the different states of the force field generating unit, the required energy and control schemes. There is even a small schematic diagram.
"This method is very simple and easy to understand."
"This method? You don't use this method?"
"Never seen it."
"What about these data?"
"It's not difficult. Just calculate which one you need. It takes a blink of an eye."
"…Are you implying that intelligence crushes me?"
One by one, the scrolls were opened, rolled up, and transcribed. By the time the two of them walked out of the reading room holding several scrolls, it was already dark.
"Here, you can only go out after checking the scrolls. You can take away the ones you copied, but not the ones with marks."
The administrator of the registration office spread out the scroll and said to Zhu Yiwei:
"Miss Zhu Yiwei, although you will have a promotion ceremony next year, there is no need to work so hard? You have stayed up many nights recently."
"It took a lot of time, I have to work hard."
After the two of them walked out of the door, Bolu said, "Have you been staying up late lately?"
"Yes. I promised the teacher that I will be promoted to a senior class this time next year."
The cool, sea-scented wind blew her hair.
"Is it difficult?"
"Of course it's difficult, it's a high-level promotion!"
"Why are you so anxious to get promoted? Isn't this kind of thing a matter of course?"
"I've been stuck for so long. No matter how sure I am, I always have to give it a try. My efforts for promotion will not be in vain."
She smiled: "I'm going back to rest first. Are you still working hard today?"
"Of course. We'll continue after we go back and lie down for a while."
"Know the way."
"It's an insult to ask a man who doesn't know the road he's traveled."
"See you later."
She turned around and yawned uncontrollably.
"Thanks!"
So Zhu Yiwei waved her hand, turned around and faced the sunshine and embarked on her way home.
By the time she walked into the control room again, it was already afternoon. She looked around and didn't see Polu. Just as she was about to ask, a young apprentice smiled and pointed to a golem arm lying flat on the ground.
.
She walked around quietly, only seeing two feet exposed.
"Polu, what are you doing?"
"Ah, I'm comparing information."
Bolu squirmed out of the cavity in the golem's arm like a caterpillar with difficulty, and his funny behavior made her laugh.
"Then do you understand?"
"No problem, I finally figured it out. Once I build the control system, I can start experimenting with the thing I want to build."
"when?"
"It will be done in a moment. I can finally do some research of my own. I can probably conduct experiments tonight. Why don't you sit down for a while and talk to Constance? He seemed to have finished speaking what he had been holding back for a long time.
, I have been sitting there so quiet for the past two days, and I don’t even know if the screen is black again.”
"You go and do your business, I also have something to do."
Polu nodded and walked to a long iron plate that had been arranged. There, his young apprentices were already waiting with copper wires.
I once again recalled the plan drawn up in the morning in my mind, and the units disassembled from the complicated array were still clear.
So he took a deep breath and took the first step.
A faint blue fluorescence covered the surface of the steel. There were no sparks, no debris, and no loud noises. As if being corroded by something in the void, traces of the magic circle gradually appeared on the smooth surface, and they became more and more
deep!
"The depth is enough, the accuracy is no problem, and the smoothness is no problem."
After Boru covered the sketch in his mind, he nodded and dissipated the magic power covering the surface of the iron plate. After signaling to the young apprentices that he had completed it, he walked towards the second iron plate.
Behind me came the discussion of the young apprentices:
"Has the boss's control become stronger recently?"
"He doesn't even use his fingers to control it now. Is he really advanced?"
Polu forcibly maintained his inner calm, took another step forward, and started carving the second iron plate.
So again and again.
He turned around from the end of the queue, with a smile on his face, and looked at the queue he had just passed. However, he saw Landau lowering his head and studying the iron plates in it.
"Teacher, why are you here?"
“The carving is good.”
Landau didn't answer the question, but there was a smile of appreciation on his face: "You can say that you have made great achievements in shaping the body. It's just that what are you doing with this set of things?"
"I took apart the system that controls the golem to verify the principle."
"It's not impossible to study these things, but it's best to be convincing."
Polu said nothing, but pointed at Constance, who was sitting there and staring.
"Then you continue, my experiment has entered a critical period, you do yours first."
After speaking, Landau left, leaving only Polu with a puzzled look on his face: "I haven't asked much about it, but what secret projects are the teachers busy with? I've rarely seen him mention it."
"It's not a secret project, it's a research project to synthesize standard crystal. Star Island."
Zhu Yiwei answered this question.
"So high-end? Is that done?"
"What do you think? Don't think so much, just study this tough guy like you."
To study this thing, it is best to start from the whole and go down to the details. Bolu had roughly understood the overall structure of the golem when he was repairing it, but the most difficult thing was not the overall structure, but the transformation from an overhaul shop to a
Manufacturer's key.
That is the force field unit that controls the golem's actions.
If you cannot master core technologies, you will not be competitive.
Before going to the library yesterday, the force field unit was almost a magic black box for Boru. Although he could understand the overall structure of the golem, he had almost no understanding of the force field spell itself. Under such circumstances, he wanted
It is impossible to do any experiments.
The scrolls I brought back after sorting them out are like opening the black box. Although I can still fully understand them, the components I have recognized are enough for the time being.
The young apprentices put the completed control panel on a shelf that had been prepared and pushed it in front of what looked like two iron pipes.
The two sections of iron pipe are connected together by a thick screw. One end vertical to the ground is a plier composed of three steel claws, and the other end is installed on a circular base. The door on the base is half open.
Thick cables trailed on the ground and were connected to the charger array not far away.
"What is this? It's so ugly."
"Claw. It's not easy to explain. You'll understand it when you see how it works when you put it on."
"Then I'll take a rest first. I was too tired last night."
So Zhu Yiwei stopped talking. She quietly sat on the recliner where Bolu used to rest, watching him concentrate on his work.
He inserted a piece of copper plate in his hand into the groove on the workbench in front of him.
After completing the inspection, he recorded the test conditions on the scratch paper and turned on the energy source.
After waiting for a long time, he took out a small hammer from the box and started knocking on the iron plate.
“duang daung.“
However, the two iron pipes showed no response and just hung there quietly.
"The conditions are not right, is there something wrong?"
He cut off the power source, sat in front of the workbench, and stood in a daze facing the long console.
Zhu Yiwei watched him dismantle and assemble, assemble and dismantle again, and from time to time he would take off the iron plate and carve it again. Sometimes he would re-lay the iron plate on the ground and walk around in the grid formed by the iron plate.
It had turned into a few minutes, and then into a few hours. Having stayed up late, she felt that her eyelids were gradually becoming heavy.
She didn't want to fall asleep outside, it was really disgraceful!
But the sleepiness that came up like a tide kept hitting her, and even her consciousness became blurred.
"It looks like it's going to take a long time, so I'll just squint for a little while, just a little while."
She tried hard to convince herself in her heart, but then she didn't know anything anymore.
When she woke up from her sleep, she found that her robe with constant temperature and protection was covered with a clean coat. She turned her head and looked at the sky, and saw a hazy darkness floating outside.
"I didn't expect that I would sleep in the factory for so long."
She sat up a little funny and straightened her hair.
"Are you awake?"
"Well, are you done?"
"Look."
Bolu stretched out his hand and knocked the small hammer, which was glowing blue all over, on an iron plate. The buzzing sound of the charger started, and the iron pipe that lacked lubrication made a creaking sound and started to rotate.
He stared at the rotating iron arm, waited for it to move into position, and then knocked on another iron plate.
The sound of rotation stopped, the iron arm leaned down silently, and the open iron pliers clamped a section of iron pipe on the bracket.
Accompanied by another knocking sound, the iron pliers suddenly tightened and lifted the iron pipe with a creaking sound. It turned around and placed the iron pipe on the bracket on the other side!
"Wow! You succeeded!"
"It's not over yet."
Bolu smiled mysteriously, and gently knocked on an iron plate standing nearby.
"when!"
The iron arm leaned down again and moved the iron pipe towards the support at the other end.
Just when she thought Bolu was about to hit the iron plate, Bolu put down the small hammer in his hand, stood up, and left the workbench. He even stepped back a few steps and stretched out his hands to her.
.
"See, I have no control."
And that iron arm repeated the action of picking up - turning around - and putting it down without any pause.
Zhu Yiwei's remaining sleepiness disappeared on the spot, and she stood up from the chair in astonishment: "You, how did you make it move! No, how did you make it make such a set of actions!
"
She, who also participated in the research, knew very well that this set of movements did not move along a trajectory like some alchemical machines that also seemed to be able to operate on their own. Those were just physical methods that limited the trajectory of the machine.
The ugly-looking arm in front of me is not moving along a trajectory restricted by a mechanical structure, but a set of manipulation actions that should be controlled by humans, or at least guided by mental power!
In other words, someone or something sent a control signal to it!
If Bolu controlled its movement, just like the first demonstration, although it was novel, she wouldn't be so surprised!
She looked at Polu suspiciously: "Have you controlled it?"
"I've shown you my hands, of course I don't have them."
She thought for a moment, then turned to face Constance. Before she could speak, she heard a majestic voice: "I'm not, I'm not!"