Chapter 118 Magic and Magic

Pittman invited Gawain into his wooden house. This young old man who looked a lot of age had a pair of eyes that were more shrewd and agile than those of the young profiteers. "The Duke himself came to visit my shabby little cabin. Did he encounter some intractable problem that required my Druid spells? Or are you finally interested in my transshipment rituals and divination?"

Gao Wen casually swept the furnishings in the house and found that it was very neat and tidy. The workbench for alchemy experiments and various containers for preparing potions were neatly placed in the work area in the northwest corner of the capital, as was the living area. Simple and simple, completely different from the dirty and messy feeling Pittman had when he first came to this place.

Hearing the little old man speak, he directly ignored the second half of the other party's re-sell, and said directly: "I'm very interested in the process of you preparing alchemy potions and blessing them."

Pittmant was surprised: "Dispensing potions and blessings? Just for this trivial matter, do you still come here in person?"

"Just passing by, so I stopped by to satisfy my curiosity," Gawain waved his hand, "and I remember I told you before that the production of agricultural catalysts should be increased, but I don't know what the results will be."

Pittman grimaced: "How can it be so easy, you have too much time..."

Gao Wen waved his hand: "It doesn't matter if there is no result for the time being, just let me see the progress of your work."

Pittman breathed a sigh of relief, and his face was stacked: "That's okay, I'm just about to start work."

As he spoke, he walked to the work area for the preparation of potions, and began to prepare for the preparation of potions: preparing these potions is also his daily work, so he should satisfy the personal hobby of this eccentric Duke.

Gawain followed behind the little old man, watching him busy between those potions and alchemy tools, but more complicated thoughts were spinning in his mind.

The magic engine succeeded.

This is really a joyful thing, even the mature and steady Heidi is immersed in the joy of success, and of course Gawain is no exception.

However, in Gawain's heart, there was not only joy, but also the doubts that had arisen before, but were temporarily suppressed: What exactly is magic power? What are the laws of this world?

The operation of the magic engine undoubtedly shows the existence of logic and laws, and also shows that the various phenomena in this world are not independent of each other, but are related to each other, and can be combined into a system. The repulsive force array will push the piston, and the piston will drive the crankshaft and the Connecting rod, flywheel rotation will generate inertia,

Inertia will connect every workflow of the engine, and then extend outward, the energy of the engine comes from the magic net, and the energy of the magic net comes from the environment...

Everything seems to be in order, completely closed.

But where did the original magic come from? The magic net draws from the natural environment? What about magic in the natural environment? Is it really endless and everywhere? Can it really be continuously replenished into the magic net for eternity?

Does this world not even obey the conservation of energy?

In other words, magic actually has its own source and its own limit reserves. It is only contained in all things in the world in a way that humans cannot observe and calculate. Humans use it ignorantly, thinking that it is infinite, but it says Someday it will run out?

In the face of this most worrying question, Gawain could no longer even think about what the "repulsive force" generated by the magic circle was.

To be honest, the moment he saw the magic energy engine spinning, Gawain's mind came up with joy, but worry.

Mechanical operation is a more intuitive energy catharsis. It can make Gawain realize the existence of the process of "consuming energy" more than the static magic array on the Rune Furnace. However, he is not used to not seeing the energy storage material at all. The fact that he can't see the "magic fuel", the battery, a real wire and a gauge that measures energy consumption, gives him a sense of emptiness, as if he is afraid of the magic energy The engine revs and then suddenly stops...

Even if wireless power transmission on Earth is realized, Gawain at least knows that the power plant is burning fuel, but here... there is only a magic net that is constantly filled out of thin air. People in this world may be accustomed to this phenomenon, but He suddenly felt awkward.

Gawain wants to understand the secret of the essence of magic, why the world works like this, and why it is difficult for water to do work when it turns into steam, but it still maintains a three-state change, and wants to understand Why does electromagnetic induction fail in this world, but there are still independent magnetic fields and electric fields, and theoretically "light" as a special electromagnetic wave still exists (if that is really "light")...

These contradictions made him feel a huge sense of separation. Many phenomena that should have been closely related to each other and the principles behind them appear fragmented in this world, as if matter no longer exists in an orderly manner, but is forcibly enforced by so-called gods. As if they were set there, each of them showed strange physical and chemical properties, not because the microscopic world was supporting them, but because they "should be so"...

These contradictions and senses of separation were once suppressed by the busy office, and were temporarily forgotten by Gawain. However, when the magic energy engine really operated according to his vision, these thoughts reappeared uncontrollably.

But he knew that he couldn't become fat in one bite. It was impossible to directly explain the microscopic fields and basic principles of the world at this stage. He had to go step by step. To understand the bottom-level truth, he must first observe the top-level phenomena. To get started, start with experience and practical areas.

For example, first observe the various magics in this world and their effective mechanisms.

Heidi and Rebecca are both serious mages (although their talents are a bit biased), but Gawain did not go to them, but found Pittman, because he knew one thing: Druid's spells are The most special thing in this world, its origin and changes seem to reveal some secrets about magic.

Druid magic evolved from divine magic.

Pittman has prepared the potion materials and props for the Druid ceremony to be prepared today. He explained while operating: "It's not very difficult to configure alchemy potions. The most basic catalyst potions require very cheap materials. Herbs can be found everywhere, and time is mainly spent on post-processing, such as smoking, drying, grinding, etc. It can actually be solved by finding more people in this area.”

As he spoke, he put the powdered clary chia seeds and perilla petals into a heated container, poured in pure water and some kind of grass juice prepared in advance.

"I heard Amber explain to me the labor systems you invented, such as process splitting, responsibility system, and streamlined operations. To be honest, they are all amazing ideas. In this way, the complex alchemy preparation process can be broken down and handed over. It's for a layman, but the most critical part can't be done..."

Bubbles began to bubble up in the heated container, and a pungent, pungent smell emerged, and Pittman quickly added a new potion to it to balance the potency of the concoction.

"The potion produced in the first step is just a mortal thing, it does not have extraordinary power, and even if it has an effect, it is very weak. In order to make it exert magical power like magic, it must be injected with magic power, and this step must pass Drew. Yi ceremony to complete..."

Pittman has sealed the lid of the heating container, and through a curved copper conduit, the gas evaporated from the container is led out to the condensing pipe next to it, and condensed into droplets of pale green juice. The green juice is collected and eventually a small cup is made and placed on a small altar next to it.

Gawain watched the little old man operate there without blinking. He saw that Pittman had placed elemental runes representing wind, fire, water and soil around the altar. These runes were engraved on the oak wood pieces, and then inside the altar. There are two crystals placed on the layer - very common white crystals, the cheapest kind of natural crystals.

Then he began to sing the Druid's obscure incantation, and Gawain immediately activated his magic perception ability.

He saw the radiance of magic power gradually filling up around Pittman. These energies were arranged in special geometric figures under the guidance of the runes, and trembled and affected around the semi-finished potion. The color of the potion also changed from light green to dark green.

When the transformation was about to be completed, the Druid stopped singing the spell, removed the two white crystals, and began to recite prayers about the gods of nature: "O great gods of nature, protectors of life, The great spirit of nature... O heart of the woods, guide of life, your devout believers pray here, and ask the gods of nature to answer, may you be from oak... palm... or oak, May you bestow the Gospel from your oak throne, fill this potion with life energy, and make it... oh finished?"

Pittman looked down and confirmed that the potion had been completely transformed, so he simply stopped the prayer that could no longer be made up, and smiled and took the potion off the altar and handed it to Gawain: "Look, it's fresh. The released plant growth catalyst is still hot."

Gawain held the potion and felt that his entire face was shaking, the kind of shaking that even a Chinese character face and a beard couldn't save.

Is this old boy's last prayer a fuss? !

But it was the other party's last almost nonsense prayer that had been put on the body of normal believers and had been destroyed by his own god seventy or eighty times, which completely confirmed Gawain's thoughts.

The Druid magic of the past... as expected, has completely disappeared.

The only thing left in the world now is Druid magic.

He put the small cup of the still steaming potion next to him and looked into Pittman's eyes: "If I remember correctly, the prayer you just said was actually the canon of the Druid sect, the Heart of the Woods faction, " An excerpt from The Word of the Jungle."

Pittman was a little surprised: "You even know this?!"

"I've read this book," Gawain waved his hand, indicating that this question is not important, "What I want to say is—Druid's spells are really born out of divine spells?"

(Tui Shu, "I, God, Redeemer" written by Shi Yu - yes, it was the one who wrote the small bubble religion at the beginning. This book is still the religion of Guac, the culture invasion missionary flow.)