Chapter 71 The Change of the Ball

Those experimental records are the proof that Gao Wen's "earth experience" and "this world" are broken and bloody when the rules are adjusted. He bound them into a book, encrypted them in Chinese, and regarded them as a secret that he did not declare to others.

Of all the experimental records, almost eight CDs failed.

This means that although this world looks very livable, and the natural environment even looks somewhat similar to the earth on the surface, it is completely different from the earth in terms of deep rules. What supports its operation is a kind of completely unfamiliar to Gawain. Order, in this strange order, various supernatural forces, including magic, occupy a very important weight.

No, maybe they shouldn't be called supernatural powers anymore. In this world, rubbing a big fireball with one's hands and chanting a spell to call an immortal is a natural power.

But Gawain didn't really choose to wash and sleep. On the contrary, this incredible world made him full of fighting spirit.

He believed that all laws have a way to be interpreted, and everything should have deep laws. People should fear nature, but they should not stop at nature because of fear of nature. Since there are those extraordinary forces in this world, then we should Extraordinary power should be studied as a real thing, just like the wind, rain, thunder and lightning in the home world, and universal gravitation. The so-called magic power here is only a part of the natural cycle. Although his "earth experience" is useless, But is his way of thinking, the way of thinking tempered in the age of information explosion, better than those of the old-fashioned aristocrats and pedantic scholars who are bound by medieval life?

What's more, not all experience is useless.

Gawain picked up the two transparent lenses placed at the corners of the table, which were cheap artificial crystals (this kind of cheapness is only relative to natural magic spar). They were ground into a convex lens and a concave lens as required by Gawain. Gawain held the two lenses in front of him one after the other, and kept adjusting the positions until a clear image appeared in his eyes.

Although the speed of light cannot be measured, at least light still follows the laws he is familiar with in the process of propagation.

Then at least a telescope can be built - a cheap "hawk-eye" technique that can be extended to civilians.

As long as the cost of artificial crystals is further reduced and the inefficiency problem of manual polishing is solved.

In addition to optical phenomena, the operation of waterwheels also proves one thing: in this world, although the basic laws of the microscopic field may be different from those of the earth, some intuitive and macroscopic physical laws should not be too different from the earth. big difference.

So many things can still be done.

After writing the entry about the telescope in his memo, Gawain gave a long yawn and noticed that it was completely quiet outside: night had already fallen, and it was time to sleep.

Gawain has very good ears, and he can hear the sound of snoring and sleep talk coming from nearby, that is Betty and Amber sleeping next door. Listening to Amber, who never forgot to talk about making a fortune in his sleep, he couldn't help shaking his head and smiling.

It's time to wash up and sleep.

As the night got darker, the last lights in the tent were also extinguished, and the quiet darkness shrouded, just like the drapery that the legendary Lady Ye used to shelter the dreamer, Gawain worked hard to empty his mind and slowly fell asleep.

And only when everything falls into darkness, will some shimmering light that would otherwise be ignored by everyone have a chance to show up: next to Gawain's desk, some extremely subtle rays of light slowly appear, that shimmering light From the big basket next to the desk, the pile of waste slag that amber made when the "cement" was fired.

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In the camp after nightfall, some people were still awake - not the "workers" of "Cecil Steel Works", although Gawain changed the name of the blacksmith shop and gave the old blacksmith some information about the new production system data of,

But at this stage when all the infrastructure is not perfect, even electricity and lighting are not available, there is no need for three shifts in any shed in the camp - the people who are awake are the loyal soldiers who are on duty at night.

In the middle of the night, the militiamen walked through the burning brazier path in armor and helmets, and handed over at various posts. A small group of militiamen passed through the stack area on the south side of the camp and came to a separate facility outside the camp. In front of the tent, the leader of the team was a middle-aged soldier with a beard. He confirmed the password and identification token with his shift comrades, and then looked at the tent with a playful expression: "What about sleeping?"

"Nonsense, what else can a stone do other than sleep?" The squad leader who was about to go to rest shrugged, "I really don't know what's the use of us guarding here, it's just a stone ball, and there's been no movement for so many days, Hetty. The lady also uses various spells to stimulate it every day, but it has no effect..."

"Let's say a few words less," the squad leader who took over the shift reminded. "This is the decision of the Duke. He ordered to guard this thing. Do you have any opinion?"

"Of course I have no opinion, of course I have no opinion," the person opposite quickly replied, then looked down at the exquisite and magical equipment on his body, "I have to thank the Duke, I have never thought about myself in this life. To be able to use such a good thing, I have the illusion that I have become a knight master..."

"Don't expect this thing to come in handy." The squad leader who came to change the shift patted him on the shoulder, "Go back and rest."

The yawning comrades left, and the bearded squad leader took his four soldiers to take over the alert here. Leaving the two soldiers standing at the door, he opened the tent's curtain and stepped into the tent.

The "stone ball" with a diameter of about one meter five is sitting quietly in the center of the tent: a pit has been dug in the ground below it to ensure that the stone ball can stay in it securely, and around it, it is still standing. There are several thick wooden stakes, and the original thick hemp ropes between the wooden stakes are now replaced by ropes mixed with magic threads. The magic threads in those ropes glow slightly in the night, but their main function is psychological comfort. .

In addition, there are several wooden shelves and a desk in the tent. Some magic spar and alchemy potions are displayed on the shelf, and some scribbled manuscripts are pressed with paperweights on the desk. These are things that ordinary soldiers would not dare to touch: they are research notes left by Hetty.

Too bad there was no progress on those research notes.

"This thing really hasn't changed at all," a soldier walked around the stone ball. He resisted the urge to hit the stone ball twice with his spear and muttered, "I heard that It is a relic of the ancient Gondor Empire, and I thought it was so powerful."

The squad leader patted the soldier's head: "Don't talk nonsense, check carefully for any cracks on the surface and whether you have moved the position. After the inspection, you go out first, and come in after half an hour to change shifts with me."

The soldier started to check in a murmur, while the team leader casually looked at the furnishings in the tent, but just as his eyes shifted away from the stone ball, a faint, as if touching static electricity, felt in the room. It spread on his skin and made some of his hairs stand on end.

Those who survived the Cecil cataclysm were not ordinary people. Even a militia captain started as an apprentice knight in the territory of other nobles. This middle-aged soldier with a beard was instantly alert. One hand pressed on the long sword at his waist and pulled out half: "There is a situation!"

However, in the next second, the "tactile sensation" of the hair standing on end disappeared, and the two soldiers looked at each other after holding the spear nervously for a long time, and one of them glanced at his captain: "Boss... you are too Are you nervous?"

"No, I did feel it just now..." The captain himself was also confused, he explained, but just halfway through the sentence, he noticed the slight magic halo on the enchanted breastplate of one of the warriors. Time has gone out, "Locke! Your breastplate!"

The soldier named Locke looked down and exclaimed in a low voice, "Ah!"

But just as he exclaimed, the enchanted breastplate, which had already dimmed, returned to normal, and an extremely dim magic halo covered the armor, as if nothing had happened.

Immediately afterwards, the breastplate of another soldier also underwent the same change: it was extinguished first, and then restored, and the squad leader saw that the long sword in his hand had also lost its enchanted brilliance in a short period of time.

He was about to fully draw out the half-drawn long sword: "Calm down! Exit slowly, this place..."

Before he could finish speaking, a strange force came from the long sword, as if a pair of invisible hands were pulling it, and the enchanted soldier sword from the ancient Gondor Empire was violently pulled towards the center of the tent. In the direction of the ball, the team captain instinctively fought against this force, and exclaimed: "Go and call someone! There is a problem with this ball!"

The soldier named Locke immediately rushed to the door, but he had just run halfway when a huge force came from his armor - strictly speaking, this force was dragging his armor. He was directly dragged and flew by this powerful attraction, knocked off the fences and ropes around the sphere, and then the whole person was firmly sucked on the "stone ball".

Locke struggled in horror, trying to take off the armor to break free from the restraint, but the strong attraction actually caused the locks of the armor to fit together completely, and he tried several times but failed to break free. On the other side, the team leader also felt that the attraction from the long sword was getting stronger and stronger. He finally couldn't hold his weapon. The latter immediately let go, a whistle sounded in the air, and finally a "bang" was posted. on top of the "stone ball".

The tip of the sword and the head of soldier Locke were only half a slap away.

Locke rolled his eyes and glanced at the sword above his head, and finally shouted at the top of his voice: "The stone ball is alive!! There is a situation!!"

His shouts spread almost halfway across the camp...

The squad leader who lost his weapon stared blankly at his empty right hand, then raised his head and looked at another soldier in the tent.

The armor on his own body was not sucked away, and the remaining soldier was simply not sucked in anything.

This "stone ball" is still picky when it sucks things?