On the third night after Constance's similar machine awakening experiments all failed, Polu faced the golem that still had no reaction and sighed deeply.
He hunched his back and looked at the lines on the ground drawing out the core of the golem in the grid. Those polygonal, square, and cylindrical ones, no matter how perfect they looked, he tried every means to install the golem in the past three days.
However, attempts to transplant the cores from these other models of Golems to the No. 2 machine, which lacked the core, all failed.
"Why on earth! With so many cores, Constance cannot be the only one left and still be able to activate it!"
Polu pulled off his gloves fiercely. He had not left for several days and felt that he was about to reach the limit - both in terms of patience and physical strength.
"I have done my best. But whether this core is good or bad, I really have no way to control."
No matter how unwilling he was, he had to accept the fact that he did not have the ability to repair the problem of the control core - that is, the soul core.
He had already figured out the principle of the mechanical part, but when it came to the core of the soul, Polu, who didn't even know what the soul was, had no idea how this thing worked.
If the core is a math question, then he can't even understand the stem of the question!
"Forget it, middle school students can't figure out Goldbach's conjecture no matter how hard they try, so it's better not to continue this hopeless struggle. First try your best."
For example, first apply the force field part that you have learned.
Thinking of this, he turned his head and looked at the dark night outside, and clapped his hands:
"That's it. Let's pack up and go back to rest. Tomorrow, when Xingdao's own people pick up the core, we will start counting the recycled materials."
The young apprentices, who were already feeling very tired, showed expressions of relief. They packed up their tools and walked towards the temporary residence in twos and threes, almost supporting each other. There were still a few people who stayed behind.
They were gathered around a part whose interior was completely exposed, holding scrolls, as if they wanted to try harder.
Bolu looked at them carefully and walked closer: "Why don't you guys go have a rest?"
"I think I can still work harder."
“Efforts to salvage these parts?”
"Yes." Alfonso replied solemnly: "There are not many opportunities to come into contact with high-level alchemy products like the Golem. I think I can persist a little longer. Maybe if I work harder, I can become an official alchemist.
Already."
Polu then remembered something: he didn't care much about the level issue, so he didn't even think about whether his apprentices had met the standards for a certain level assessment. Nor did he follow the standards he had just heard about.
, and the so-called Alchemist Association, which has no sense of existence - God knows where they are imprisoned - teaches knowledge according to the level assessed.
In his view, specialization for specialists, social division of labor, and small but comprehensive workshop-style production do not conform to his aesthetics, nor does it conform to the general trend. But it has to be said that their hierarchical classification still makes sense -
Certain spells or effects must reach a certain level before they can be cast, and reaching these levels is the standard for classifying them into levels.
"Metallurgy, shaping, talismans, and potions. If you pass all four, you will be considered an official alchemist? Do you think you can pass talismans and potions?"
Alfonso was speechless.
Thanks to Bolu, who was very partial to science, they basically focused their energy on metallurgy and shaping. However, they had almost never tried amulets and potions.
"I don't have experience with talismans and potions yet, maybe..."
He lowered his head a little embarrassed.
"You are really...it doesn't matter. Let's organize a test when we go back. If you don't have the medicine, it's a small matter. As long as you can pass the test, you can make a request that is not excessive to me."
Boru felt that by the time they completed the energy gathering tower of the steel plant, there would be no problem passing the exam. This requirement was actually a reward given for the hard work they had recently done.
"Request? If I can pass, can I go home and have a look? I want to go back and have a look at my home... It's not too far from Northcap. Really, it only takes half a month to go back and forth, so I'll
I just want to go back and see my parents..."
Trika sobbed twice and could not continue talking.
Just now, she was so excited that she made such a request. After she finished speaking, her worries emerged: "If the boss feels that he is planning to run away, will he..."
She thought again of what she had heard about the fate of the magic apprentice who escaped privately.
In front of her, Bolu held his chin, his face a little gloomy, which made her even more worried. It seemed like 100 bells were ringing together in her heart, and the sound became louder and louder, until she heard a buzzing in her ears.
The sound made her so worried that she almost forgot to breathe.
Just when she lowered her head in panic, regretting that she was so reckless, Polu's voice rang out:
"Yeah, sure. I won't set requirements that you can't meet at all. I will only test metallurgy and shaping. As long as the average score of these two items reaches the official level, I will agree to let you go back."
Trika was suddenly stunned: "Is this agreement? Oh my god, boss, has he really agreed?"
She suddenly raised her head, with a look of ecstasy on her face. This child-like joy diluted the shadow of failure in Bolu's heart, and he couldn't help but want to tease her. He looked at Trika and said
A word that she was a little afraid of: "But..."
Bolu paused deliberately:
"It's half a month's journey. It's too unsafe for a girl to go on the road. I will send someone to protect you."
Trika suddenly lowered her head and covered her eyes.
"I, if I pass, I want to go with her, is that okay?"
Alfonso was a little timid, and it was obvious that he mustered up all his courage to say this.
"?"
On the contrary, Bolu was stunned, and it took him a long time to react:
"Okay, um, okay, pfft, I agree. Hahahaha. It's awesome."
He said to the red-faced two people and several other young apprentices who were eager to try: "Okay, it's already very late today. If you have any requests, you can think about it carefully and write a report later and give it to me. Now, you go back early and rest.
Tomorrow, remember to come to me tomorrow, I have a separate task for you. You should not participate in the task of counting recycled materials."
The young apprentices left excitedly. Polu looked back at Constance, who had fallen completely silent, and cheered up to comfort him: "Don't be too disappointed, my skills are relatively poor, and there are some problems that I may not be able to fix.
But there will be a team led by the Archmage to take over the core work tomorrow. They should be fine."
Constance only responded symbolically.
On the day the awakening failed, Zacharias, the current helmsman of the Star Island Research Institute, had already come to inspect it once. At that time, he expressed satisfaction with the repair of the mechanical part that had already had successful cases, and bluntly told Polu that he was not satisfied with the core.
Understand that the caution of not being able to make internal repairs is endorsed.
Therefore, Zacharias has decided to personally take over the core issue and try to use his knowledge to reverse the current frustrating situation!
At the same time, after learning about Tajima's metal smelting technology from the so-called "pure steel" provided by Polu, he also put forward guiding opinions: "Great, at least those that have been damaged to the point of being difficult to repair.
Components can be recycled into materials.”
Over the long years, some parts have been decomposed one after another, but relying on mages to separate materials from parts is not very efficient, and it is almost dead from exhaustion - the golem itself has a certain degree of spell resistance, this is
One of the necessary protective measures.
Therefore, relying on mental control spells to dissolve the damaged parts of the golem sounds so unpleasant!
He was so happy that someone finally had a solution to this mountain of problems!