"Metals have different melting points and exist in different forms. They can exist in liquid form at high temperatures and in solid form at low temperatures, but the atoms and molecules that essentially make up the material have not changed. It just changes from one
One form just changed into another form.”
"Gelt! What are you talking about? Have you over-researched and lost your mind?"
Selta laughed loudly, walked to the experimental table, and sneered at those bottles and jars of things.
"What is this? Beautiful water."
"Don't touch it, it's copper!"
Galt shouted loudly, stopping the raider captain from further prying.
"What? Are you kidding me? Is this blue water copper?"
Selta chuckled.
"To be precise, it is not pure copper, but copper sulfate, and the copper element exists in it. It exists in liquid form."
Galt explained.
Everyone was still puzzled. Diego even laughed loudly.
"You wizards just like to be mysterious and talk about crazy things. You said it is copper, can you try to conjure it?"
"It's not easy. It requires a displacement reaction."
Galt said with red eyes.
The continuous work and research that he forgot about food and sleep caused him to suffer from severe sleep deprivation.
"What? I don't understand."
Celta said with a hint of disdain.
"This bottle of blue liquid is obtained by the reaction of oxidized copper and sulfuric acid. To replace the copper element in this bottle of liquid, another metal - iron is needed."
"You mean you can get copper by adding iron?"
Several people teased this nerdy mage out of boredom.
However, Galt was not angry. He explained patiently, even though a group of people might not understand it at all.
"Yes, it is best to use iron filings or iron powder. It is difficult for iron blocks to react. Even if it can, it will take a long time."
"Okay, okay, I won't listen to your nonsense. I heard that you are researching new materials? Tell me, what kind of novelty is it? You have never been to any of my brothers' gatherings. Let me have a look.
What is it that is so important that you become addicted to it?"
Celta said with a smile.
Galt heard the slightly mocking tone of the predator captain, but he didn't mind at all. Magic and science are not something ordinary people can understand.
"I've told you that you don't understand. It's a new type of composite material. It may be an alloy or other materials. In short, once successful, it will be harder than steel and have the same lightweight properties as aluminum."
Galt said proudly.
"You look down on us as uneducated, don't you?"
Celta growled drunkenly.
"I didn't say that."
But Galt still ignored the looks of the people around him.
"But I heard it, you guys? You heard it too, right?"
Celta looked drunk and looked around, only to see a few people making noises.
"The wizard is really clever. He said some very mysterious things. Well, we didn't understand anything."
Diego chimed in—
"Don't mention me, I'm a gold wizard. He can turn lead into gold. He also prostituted the captain's daughter for free. Be careful with your wallets. Oh, by the way, Diego, do you have a daughter?"
Celta lay back on the chair and laughed.
"Fortunately, I don't have a daughter. I only have two sons."
Diego responded with a grin.
After everyone had ridiculed and left with satisfaction, Galt was still alone, sitting in the laboratory, secretly feeling sad. He really couldn't understand the meaning of Rhode's words, but it seemed that those words were right.
He has some kind of strong attraction, as if it is the truth, attracting him to study tirelessly.
He doesn't care about outsiders' opinions and evaluations of himself, he only cares about whether he is close to the truth. Partying and such are really a waste of time for a busy mage, although Galt also knows that when doing things in this country, he must work with some people.
A person builds good relationships and lays the foundation of his network, but he really has no intention of getting into trouble with a group of unnoticed guys.
What's more, he doesn't like drinking. He once almost lost the sight in his right eye due to excessive drinking. Therefore, Galt has a special resistance to alcohol.
Two days later, when the tired wizard woke up from his sleep, the servant was heating fresh milk in the kitchen.
"Lord Galt."
The young maid called to her master, saying that the milk and bread would be ready soon.
However, Galt was not in the mood to have breakfast. Today was the day of Big Ben's periodic inspection, and he had to be there in person to check the completion of the machinery.
So, he took an egg from the table, swallowed it in two mouthfuls, drank a sip of water, and hurriedly stepped onto the carriage to go to the national factory on the outskirts of Kislev to inspect the project status.
"Lord Galt, have you heard? The report of the Royal Meteorological Society of the Empire states that this winter will be colder than before. It is likely to be a cold winter that only occurs once in decades."
Along the way, the carriage kept talking to the mage. Galt was quite good to his servants, so the servants were quite friendly with him, both inside and outside the house.
Although he can be rigid at times, he will not lose his temper casually as long as his servants make no mistakes.
"The Royal Meteorological Society of the Empire is just a bunch of idiots. How have their weather predictions ever been accurate? They are just a group of tools that use the royal rations to speak for some financial groups."
In response to the coachman's murmurings, Galt replied disdainfully.
The coachman was stunned for a moment. He was just a commoner and knew nothing about powerful people, conspiracies, or interests. Of course, he was very happy to learn something from this imperial noble wizard. After all, in the upper class society,
The things are still very attractive to the lower class people.
However, Galt is also very cautious. He will not reveal a word about national secrets. Regarding other gossip news, he is eloquent and speaks freely. Anyway, no one will control his mouth here.
"Sir, I don't understand what you mean."
The coachman asked curiously while driving the carriage.
"I used to believe in the predictions of these so-called meteorologists, but until one year, in order to help the fur traders in Rickland sell their goods, these grandsons lied about the imminent cold wave in winter. As a result, that year,
The winter in Reikland is as warm as spring. The commoners and knights who bought warm clothes at high prices from these fur traders all regretted it. What's the use? They just need to curl their lips and say that there is something wrong with the observation equipment.
If the forecast is wrong, that's it. At most, we can fire one or two of the small attendants who operate the equipment and put the responsibility on these temporary workers, and that's it. Who will dig deeper? If we dig deeper, you will get it too.
They can't help it."
"It's not bad. It's not uncommon to accept bribes in agriculture, lie about the solar terms, and then use the hoarded grain to sell it at a high price. Those old guys can't do anything."
Galite lit a cigar and sullenly mocked the imperial "scholars" thousands of miles away. In his opinion, these people were just a group of charlatans disguised as "bachelors" and "experts". They could sell out for profit.
Everything, even the most important knowledge of scientific researchers, can be distorted and used in their mouths.
"This group of people is not pursuing the truth at all, but trampling on the truth. They bring shame to knowledge and shame to the academy."
Galt cursed.
The coachman nodded thoughtfully and agreed. After all, it feels very comfortable to hear upper-class people scolding people of their own class...