Ever since she was forced to leave Star Island, the holy land of magic, and was assigned to Red Mountain, Zhu Yiwei has been somewhat resistant to this land that is almost insulated from elegance, beauty, and mysterious magic. How much she hates this place, she can't talk about it, but she doesn't love it at all.
No. She was of noble birth, and
She has mastered the power of magic and entered the palace at a young age to become a high-level person, so she often shows a sense of superiority for a creature at the top of the contempt chain. It is not directed at anyone, any human being below a high-level level will get the same treatment from her
Evaluation: Pending development.
She still respects alchemy masters like Landau because he can solve problems that the mages are helpless to solve. There is only one other local alchemist, and that is Polu's application of magic power as if he has just mastered the use of a stick.
Some monkeys can only hit hard, or they can swing wildly in the air and try to hit one or two fruits by luck. Other monkeys, such as Caroline and her little apprentices, don't even deserve to have names in her heart.
Therefore, she rarely went out and spent every day in the laboratory studying how to make shield-generating arrays. On the land of Hongshan, she was almost a transparent person. Such a solitary life continued until she received a call from the stars.
until the island’s communications.
After the link disconnection signal sounded in the communication, she showed some resistance. She sighed and sat on the chair for a while to make her expression look calmer. Then she stood up.
After sorting out her appearance, she looked at her work that was filled with materials and information.
Behind the stage, he walked up to Langdao who was doing experiments in another room: "Master Langdao, I just received a message from Xingdao. The repaired shield has been broken through much less often, but the shield components
The consumption has increased again, so now Xingdao is asking us about our progress."
Lang Dao put down the crystal plate in his hand and turned around: "Are you too hasty? The first step of our project, the synthesis of experimental substrates, has not yet been completely successful. Let alone how to produce it."
Zhu Yiwei tilted her head in confusion: "Isn't it successful to realize the artificial synthesis of a usable crystal base? If it is realized, won't it be possible to produce it?"
Lang Dao still had a good-tempered expression: "The method of relying on the mage to chew it out bit by bit is certainly not considered production. The mage should be used where it is more needed."
She pursed her lips, and was convinced that the mage should be used where it was more needed. At the same time, she felt a little unhappy about the truth in the first half of Landau's sentence. However, she thought about it, and this matter was very important to her.
What a great benefit! I finally see the hope of being freed from endless component production!
She was disgusted with the fact that she had finally become an extraordinary mage, but ended up doing repetitive work every day! This kind of pressure tortured her every day, as well as every mage on Star Island!
Seeing her expression, Lang Dao understood. He took out a crystal column of cannonballs left here from the previous experiment from under the table: "How long do you think it will take you to make this thing?"
Zhu Yiwei observed it carefully, then touched the medicine pillar to sense the magic level: "30 minutes? From shaping to smelting to cooling, if you are skilled, it can probably be faster."
"It's not bad. You have a good command of force field magic. But can you keep creating it like this without stopping? I'm afraid it won't work, right?"
She was a little unconvinced, and her tone of voice couldn't help but have a hint of gunpowder: "Who can do this without stopping? How can you recover your mental strength without rest?"
Landau smiled nonchalantly and said, "Come, come with me and see what production is all about."
The two came out of the laboratory and came to a huge factory building in the distance. Before entering, she looked at the huge span factory building with suspicion: "Master Landau, if I am not wrong,
This big house doesn’t use any magical materials. How did Polu make the roof so high and the span so wide? "
"This is complicated to explain. You can probably understand it as the mutual support between materials. If you are interested, you can ask him later yourself."
As soon as you enter the door, you can see a huge flywheel being driven by a thick connecting rod, rotating rapidly due to the strong pull of the reciprocating cylinder. The connecting rod and spherical joint of the valve wheel are swinging back and forth rhythmically, making a roaring sound.
and tick tock
The sound of the connecting rod hitting and the clicking sound of the centrifugal regulator mixed together to form an intoxicating metallic sound. Walking in from the door next to it, in the long and tall space in the center, it is made of steel.
Mechanical queue composed of silhouettes.
There are currently only two queues, which look a little thin given the huge space. The machines are placed in an inverted trapezoidal trench, and each row is separated and cannot see each other. She asked
Said: "Why are these machines placed in this shape of trench?"
"Although the nature of crystal is very stable, if there is an accident, it can at least protect the people next to you a little."
These machines are all arranged in one direction, with all the workers standing on the same side working. On the unmanned side of the machine, the rapidly rotating secondary shaft is on the queue head of the machine, and is linked to the main engine powered by the steam main engine through the gear set.
Thick spindle. All the machinery is roaring and maintaining a stable and regular action pattern.
Workers poured the screened and washed low-grade crystal ore packed in iron barrels with different labels into a huge horizontal tube that was rotating at a low speed. When it emerged from the other end, it had been mixed and collected through a funnel.
Rolling forward on a fabric-covered conveyor belt running at the top of the trench until delivered to a hopper on one of the machines in the queue.
These ore sands are fed into a die-casting furnace with high magic concentration. A thick steel pipe extends from the roof and is connected to a thick steel ring dropped on the roof. The two conduits leading out from the steel ring are directly connected to the machine.
Huge magic power is channeled in from here.
The double-layer pressure door is opened alternately, and the door is opened once to replenish the pressure. This creates a time difference that is enough for the ore in a refractory crucible filled with a fixed amount to be heated to a semi-melted state on the surface, and then when a steel cylinder passes by
Fall into the tube.
A large number of steel cylinders were pulled in by a small trailer. Female workers put these steel cylinders into a groove and stuck them into a channel composed of rollers. Under the push of the rollers, the steel cylinders also entered the furnace body through the pressure door and were installed.
After the crystal is enough, it will be compacted by a plug that constantly moves up and down. When the steel cylinder is pushed out of the machine again, it is already a propellant barrel.
When the steel cylinder went through the final process, the workers wore thick insulating gloves and stuffed a part that looked like an old-fashioned iron biscuit tin lid into the top of the steel cylinder while it was hot. When it cooled down, the steel cylinder
After shrinking, the thin cover is embedded in the steel barrel. When the crystal explodes, the huge pressure from inside to outside will easily make it fly out again, and fly out of the muzzle along with the cannonball.
Workers lined up the still-warm cartridges in a row, pushed them onto a wheeled rack, and pushed them to a side room to wait for them to cool before packing them into boxes.
She stared blankly at the cartridges being pushed from the production line to the cooling room one by one, with a hint of melancholy in her eyes.
"Can I take one apart and take a look?" Zhu Yiwei asked Landao. They were standing at the end of the production line, watching the cartridges one after another converging on the cooling rack from the two production lines.
"You can take apart three of them at will. Please help her." Landau made a gesture of invitation.
She pointed to the three medicine barrels, and the workers lined them up in a row. After removing the lids, she also used Polu's analytical magic to express envy, jealousy, and hatred.
Landau casually reported a series of parameters: "Do you see a big deviation?"
"The quality of three random cartridges has a deviation of less than 3%, and they are made so quickly and so much! Why? Why? Could it be that the work we have worked hard and are proud of, the hardships we have endured, and the exercises we have done,
Are these machines doing similar work?" Seeing her standing in front of the medicine cartridge and talking silently, Landau waved his hand and asked the workers to continue working.
She was just talking when Polu suddenly turned in from another door. Before he could understand the situation, he shouted from a distance.
"Teacher! Why are you here! By the way! How is your artificial crystal? The ore is in urgent need!"
When he walked in and took a look, Bolu found that the atmosphere was not right. Zhu Yiwei's eyes were filled with mist, and her face seemed to be flushed with anger, staring at herself hatefully. Bolu quickly went through all the memories, and found that he and her were the same in the past.
No grudges, no grudges these days, what’s with this look? He touched his head, walked to Landau and asked softly:
"Teacher, did I do something wrong?"
"No, she seems to feel that her previous job has become similar to a machine, and her self-esteem may have been stimulated. Plus, you seemed so relaxed when you came in, which may have added fuel to the fire." Landau also responded in a low voice.
"Yes! Why! Why is your machine faster than ours? Since I went to Star Island, half of my time has been spent practicing making crystal components! But you, your machine, just press it like this.
Just press it like this and it’s done! I feel like all my years of practice are meaningless! What’s the difference between my efforts and my honor and this machine?”
"How could it be meaningless? Before humans invented machines, weren't they all made by hand?" Polu had a storm in his mind and was trying to save his life and the situation in front of him from an angry female mage who wielded lethal force.
of factory buildings.
"Do you think, let alone the long-term perspective, isn't the purpose of our research on this machine now to free you from repetitive labor? When you don't have to make crystals every day, you can study theory, go for a walk, and go home to see
Look, I no longer have to be isolated on the star island all day long, isn’t this a wonderful prospect?”
"Yes! I know! I just think that machines can do better than us in the future!" Tears fell from her eyes.
"Why is it so boring? It doesn't matter. The machine exists to do one thing specifically. You can design the machine. If you want to do something, let the machine do it for you well and quickly. Isn't it the same?
Wouldn't it be better for you to spend more time on more interesting things? Take a walk, go shopping, bask in the sun, and sleep on the grass for a while when you are tired. What a wonderful life." Polu is still there.
Crazy pie painting.
It seemed that she had vented the accumulated depression in her heart, and her emotions gradually calmed down. The mage was certainly not an idiot. She naturally understood what Bolu said, but she was suddenly turned off by various factors. She seemed to be embarrassed, so she quickly turned around.
She turned away, and a Cleansing Technique was applied to herself. When she turned back, she had already restored her cold and proud expression: "What you said seems to make sense!"