To the gamers, there were many things in the game that didn't require them to care about the gains and losses. As long as things were interesting enough, or they felt that they could participate and immerse themselves in the game, they would be enthusiastic and even excited to participate in the game.
Ji An's general store in Wetland City immediately published a detailed structural cross-section of the human-powered plane and even gave a detailed process for the polishing and manufacturing of the accessories.
Any player with a bit of manual skills could put together a wooden human-powered plane according to the structural diagram he gave.
Of course, there had to be some explanation for the specific materials used to make it, and Ji An Studio also gave a range to tell the players how to choose the materials.
After becoming professionals, the physical fitness, brain power, and hands-on ability of the players were much higher than in reality.
For example, the simple, basic manual work of sawing wood could be done by anyone with strength in reality, but whether the sawing was good or not, whether the incision was crooked or not, and whether the speed was fast or not, was another matter.
Now, as long as one was a professional, their strength was a lot greater, and their control was also very strong. Many of the delicate operations of manual work had become extremely simple for them.
So, less than a day after Ji An Studio released the structural diagram of the human-powered plane, there were already craftsmen who built the plane.
As for polishing and coloring, these two processes were completely abandoned; they were disposable items anyway.
That night, there were already players who bought the wooden double-cabin human-powered plane made by the craftsmen.
These guys were also impatient and didn't wait for dawn, taking advantage of the night to set off.
As a result, half of the planes crashed while flying at night.
Because they had no flying experience.
There was no light under the dark clouds at night, and it was impossible to tell up from down, so half of the human-powered planes crashed less than half an hour after takeoff.
The plane crashed, and the people died!
As a result, these guys laughed after being resurrected, exclaiming how great it was, and went to buy a new human-powered plane and take to the sky again.
As for the more than 100 people who built the ship, it took more than half a day to rush to Bluewater Harbor.
They cut wood in the woods outside the city, made handmade carts under the direction of the shipping bigshot, and transported the wood near the harbor.
The craftsmen made different parts according to the pre-specified plan of the shipping bigshot, then combined them, and in less than five days, they built a medium-sized wooden ship more than 40 meters long and about nine meters wide.
"Although I can't make a Daming treasure ship, I'm satisfied to have built such a ship."
The shipping bigshot looked at the fresh wooden boat that was about to be launched, and tears welled up in his eyes.
As a graduate of the Department of Shipbuilding, his biggest wish was to build his own Daming Treasure Ship. It would never be possible in reality, but in the game, he had already achieved half of it.
Although it wasn't the Great Ming Dynasty's treasure ship, it was at least a big wooden ship.
Presumably, there would be opportunities to build bigger ships in the future.
The sailors at Bluewater Harbor were astonished to see the ship being assembled bit by bit in just a few days from scratch.
Although this ship might not be able to sail for long, after all, the ship's materials had not been dried and painted, and it would rot in less than three months. However, they saw a novel shipbuilding concept that could be used to build a medium-sized ship in just a few days. As long as the ship's materials were replaced with qualified ones, it would definitely be a good ship.
Immediately, someone delivered the sails and asked some questions about shipbuilding techniques.
The big shots answered them one by one.
He was not afraid of others learning from him. Anyway, what he learned was taught in the university, so it was not valuable to him.
Exchanging outdated technology for some good sails seemed like a good deal to him.
After all, these sails were also very expensive to buy with gold coins.
At this moment, Roland was in the Red Magic Tower's Council Hall of Elders.
Sitting across from him was the Great Elder.
After hearing Roland's complaint, the Great Elder slammed the table and cursed, "These guys in the Spatial Magic Tower are really stubborn. It is said that more than 300 years ago, in order to study spatial magic, they once let in a Demon God and caused the destruction of a small country. Now they are actually interested in the plane of the Golden Sons and have their eyes on you. Do they really think there is no one in the Red Magic Tower? "
Just as the Great Elder was bristling with anger, a guard came in from outside and said, "Master, the Great Elder of the Spatial Magic Tower wants to see you."
Just as he was talking about the Spatial Magic Tower, someone came from over there. This was too much of a coincidence.
Roland and Alfred looked at each other, both with different expressions.
Roland had the expression of "Ah, he really came."
Alfred, on the other hand, had the expression of "He actually dared to come!"
"Invite him in." Alfred's expression was not very good.
The guard turned and left, and it wasn't long before the Great Elder of the Spatial Magic Tower walked in.
The man was all smiles. He nodded to Alfred first, then looked at Roland and said with a smile, "Mr. Roland, thank you for escorting the traitor back to our Spatial Magic Tower. Thank you for your hard work."
He looked friendly and amiable, as if nothing had happened between him and Roland.
This cheeky attitude alone made Roland feel. He might not be able to achieve this level of award-winning actor in his lifetime.
Roland raised his eyebrows and smiled provocatively.
He didn't say anything. With the Great Elder here, it wasn't his turn to speak.
Alfred, the Great Elder, stood up and invited the other man to sit down without a smile. "Morton, what wind blew you here?"
Morton sat down, then crossed his legs, and said casually as he shook them gently, "I'm here this time to talk about cooperation with your Red Magic Tower."
"There's no problem with cooperation, we're allies!" Alfred's tone was fine when he said this, but then his tone suddenly changed and became somewhat aggressive. "But before that, please explain why you inhumanely suppressed and harmed our student, Roland!"
Morton showed an inexplicable expression. "Suppressed and harmed Roland, why?"
Looking at his inexplicable, even slightly aggrieved expression, Roland was extremely impressed. This man's ability to play dumb and cute had reached the pinnacle.
Alfred stared hard at Morton. "You're the Great Elder of the Spatial Magic Tower after all, so you still have to take responsibility. Is it fun to act like a hooligan after doing something and pretend that nothing happened?"
Morton's expression became even more aggrieved. "But we really don't know what's going on."
The Great Elder was sneering.
Roland was clapping lightly on the side.
Even though he was treated with such contempt by the two of them, Morton's expression didn't change much.
The Great Elder sneered for a moment, and he said, "Morton, we're straightforward people, how do you want to compensate Roland?"
"As I said, I don't even know what happened, how do you expect me to compensate him?"
Morton spread his hands with an innocent look on his face.
Alfred finally lost his patience with this, and he slammed the table with both hands and cursed, "Morton, what the hell do you mean? Do you think everyone in the Red Magic Tower is a fool? I'm telling you, if you don't give an explanation and compensation, don't blame the Red Magic Tower for being rude to you. "
Originally, Alfred, seeing that the two Magic Towers used to have a good relationship, would have persuaded Roland to make a big deal out of it as long as Morton gave in, apologized, and gave Roland some compensation.
However, Morton's approach was simply treating the Red Magic Tower like fools.
Even the most rational person would be infuriated for no reason in such a situation.
Hearing Alfred's threat, Morton smiled indifferently. "I wandered around the Red Magic Tower on my way here, and I thought some places looked pretty good, so I sat there for a while, such as places like the library, the material warehouse, and so on."
Alfred's expression immediately became even more furious.
He vaguely understood what the other party meant.
Because the Spatial Magic Tower had a unique ability, they knew how to delay magic arrays.
They could make something like a magic bomb and then delay it for a certain amount of time, a few days or even a few months before launching it.
It was incredibly powerful and impossible to guard against.
This kind of magic bomb had an extremely strong concealment. Under normal circumstances, it was difficult to completely rule it out.
"Morton, your actions have completely destroyed all the tacit understanding between the Magic Towers." The Great Elder had completely calmed down, but sometimes, complete calmness represented extreme anger. "From this day forward, the Red Magic Tower and the Monochrome Magic Tower have nothing more to do with each other."
Looking at Alfred's slightly red eyes, Morton sighed.
The two of them had known each other for sixty or seventy years.
Their relationship was usually pretty good, but when it came to this kind of battle of ideas, or a battle of magic paths, the camaraderie between friends was just so-so.
Morton was silent for a moment and said, "You give me ten days, during which I will stay in the Red Magic Tower, and after ten days, I will give you an answer, good or bad."
After saying this, Morton smiled lightly at Roland and turned to leave.
After Morton left, the Great Elder was so angry that he flipped the table over.
The power of a Legendary Mage was not small.
The thick wooden table broke apart as it hit the wall, and the broken pieces of wood bounced around the house as they flew.
Both of them had Magic Shields on them, and many of the pieces of wood hit them and bounced off.
There was a crackling sound in the room.
Then there was the sound of Alfred's heavy breathing.
Roland sat quietly. He saw Alfred's dilemma and anger.
After a while, Alfred said, "Roland, I'm sorry, Morton is threatening me with the safety of the entire Red Magic Tower, and he's even going to risk his own life to prevent me from helping you get justice."
Alfred's expression was one of shame.
The student had been wronged, but he and the entire Magic Tower had no way to avenge him. This was a dereliction of duty by the entire Magic Tower.
Roland shook his head. He smiled slightly and said, "Great Elder, you've already done me a great favor by standing behind me so that he can't come up and grab me. I know what he's up to, but in ten days, he'll be the one crying! "
The Great Elder's eyes lit up thoughtfully.
"How much time do you need? I'll help you get it. "
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