Early in the morning, the students of the elementary class were doing their morning exercises. The children's yells were especially loud, as if they wanted to spit out all the air in their chests. Everyone had trained themselves like clay monkeys. They were dripping with sweat and their bodies were steaming with hot steam.
After that, they would enter the newly built bathroom, wash themselves up, and then welcome the day of classes. This was a bathroom designed by a certain someone, and it was a great benefit for everyone. Otherwise, these children would have to endure the stench of sweat and squeeze in a small classroom with the teachers on a hot day, and that would be all kinds of uncomfortable.
This was also because the magicians in the Mystic Lands were all wild, and the magicians were not necessarily inferior to the warriors when it came to muscle size. Therefore, in the elementary class, most schools were like the Orange Eaton Academy that Lin had founded, and put a lot of emphasis on the physical training of the children.
If he had time, he would like to pick up the habit of morning exercises. After all, his body was his. If anything happened to him, whether it was illness or a knife, no one else could do it for him.
However, he did not have time to do this today. As soon as Lin entered the academy, an apprentice of Archmage Kabanbai immediately came to greet him and led him to the mathematics building. Although the dean was old, he was usually hale and hearty, but he was a little different today. He was a little apologetic, and perhaps a little angry. He looked at the person who appeared with a little disappointment and said, "Sir, I'm sorry.
"Sir, I'm sorry, but I can only find ten qualified scribes. If it's really urgent, my students and I can also come to help. However, I haven't copied books for a long time, and maybe I'm not as fast as the young people. I really want to find more people, but those apprentices who are good at copying books seem to have disappeared. These people are the apprentices and grand-apprentices of us old fellows. This is really difficult. "
"Ten, that's too much," Lin comforted the old man. He also heard from Archmage Kabanbai's words that someone was hinting at this.
However, with the exception of Lin, everyone else had furious looks on their faces. They disapproved of a certain magician who overestimated himself, and their old grudges were rekindled.
As long as one was a transcriber, it was impossible not to have resentment towards the creator of the forum. Before the forum, their main source of income was copying books for sorcerers and the Society of Sorcerers.
After the existence of forums, many mages chose to use the forums to store their magic knowledge. Suddenly, the work of the scribes decreased by more than 90%. Many people were forced to choose other dangerous or high-risk jobs. Therefore, when Grand Magus Kabanbai was recruiting scribes at the last minute, not only were there people obstructing him, even those who had experience in scribing were unwilling to come.
The reason why they came was because Kabanbai and the other mages from the academy were his teachers or his teachers' teachers. Since the teacher had spoken, they had to come. If he wasn't beaten to death, he wouldn't even be able to redress his grievances.
However, based on past experience, it was very common for books to be prepared one or two years in advance to be sold to the general public. After accumulating a certain number of volumes, it was very common to start putting them on the shelves of the shops. There were even cases where he would sell one copy after another as he copied them. There were only seven days left! What could he do? It would take more than that to make a book cover.
Ignoring the looks of disdain on everyone's faces, Lin learned from the leader's mannerisms and shouted at everyone. He said, "Thank you all for coming to help me make the mathematics journal. There are still seven days left, so we don't have much time left. However, I'm not using the usual method of copying, so we don't have as much time as you all think. The following work will of course use your talents, but it will also take some effort. Everyone here should have no problem with basic apprentice-level spells, right? For example, Potency and Lightness. Can I ask you all to introduce yourselves and let me get to know you? We still have some time before my stuff arrives. Once it arrives, we'll start to get busy. "
Was there printing in the Mystic Land? Yes, of course there was. However, the printing in the Mystic Land was still very simple engraving printing. However, the main reason why printing in the Mystic Land was not popular was because it could not be used on magic-related texts.
When transcribing magic spells or magic circles, even if it was just simple notes and not magic scrolls, one could not be careless about the carrier and ink. If ordinary ink was used to write texts that could carry power, the text would disappear after a period of time, leaving no trace behind. Sometimes, ordinary paper could not withstand the pressure and would directly become brittle and break.
If it was used for printing, the ink had to be of a special formula, which was different from ordinary ink. This kind of ink that could be used for printing also belonged to the category that could not carry power. Until now, the sorcerers had not found an ink that could be used for both purposes at the same time. Therefore, the scope of printing in the Mystic Land was limited to the circle of nobles and countries, which was the non-magical field.
However, the rulers of the Mystic Land still maintained a rather backward and ignorant mindset. They always thought that the people should be stupid to make it easier for them to rule. After all, the people in the Mystic Land maintained a certain level of military strength due to the dangerous environment of the natural environment. If the people were to be more intelligent, the rulers would not be able to survive. Therefore, printing in the Mystic Land did not have as much room for development as it did on Earth.
This was also the misconception that most sorcerers had. They were used to copying books and thought that magic books could only be copied, but they did not know that mathematics was not magic …
After realizing this key point, most of the sorcerers' frowns loosened a little. Although the printing technology that the sorcerers knew was very rough and difficult to preserve, at least it was a way to get through this hurdle. Therefore, the sorcerers had nothing to complain about.
Perhaps things were not as bad as they had thought.
With a lighter mood, the sorcerers' apprentices present began to introduce themselves. It was nothing more than who they learned from, what circle they were in, what spells they had copied, and so on.
After the sorcerers finished their introductions, Kabanbai finally had time to ask, "So, what you are waiting for now is the engraving used for printing? How many sets have you completed for this part? "
There was a limit to the number of times the engraving used for printing could be used, but as long as one did not care about this technology, they probably would not know about this problem. Therefore, for Grand Magus Kabanbai to be able to ask this question, his knowledge and knowledge could be considered to be very profound.
However, someone still shook his head and said, "Engraving? I didn't make that kind of thing. "
The sorcerer, who had just crawled out of the swamp of hell, now felt as if he had been kicked into the depths of hell and was directly destroyed. It would take more time to make a set of engraving that could print a set of books than copying books. Now that there was nothing, could it be that he could directly conjure it out without magic? Could it be that this man had created some new spell, such as book creation, reading, or something like that?
The old sorcerer, who had a bad heart, was about to grab someone around him and moan about it when his student, who had already become a sorcerer, sent him a message. "Sir, there's a caravan at the gate. They say that they are here to deliver the goods that Mr. Tripwood needs. Should we let them in? "
Because of the previous incident of the inspector's team trespassing and attempting to arrest people, Kabanbai had issued an order to strengthen the security level of the academy. Trespassers would be beaten up first and questioned later. If they were not confident of capturing them alive, they would be killed on the spot. It was completely based on the level of security.
Therefore, when outsiders who were not from the academy wanted to enter, they had to go through a notice and get permission from one of the three administrators of the academy, including Kabanbai, the dean, before they could enter.
When Lin heard this, he knew that the printing equipment had been delivered. He hurriedly said, "That should be the printing equipment and printing paper sent by the Technology Guild. I've been waiting for them for a long time. Quickly invite them in and directly come to the mathematics building to unload the goods. "
In fact, as early as six days ago, when he learned that there was a sorcerer's banquet about mathematics, Lin had roughly speculated about various possible events and changes and thought of ways to break the situation. The publication of the mathematics journal was one of the plans that had been decided at that time. And whether or not it was used to solve a problem, publishing a journal was beneficial and harmless for a certain transmigrator.
He had thought about whether or not he could use the convenience of the forum to publish the contents of the journal. However, the convenience of the forum had become an obstacle to his plan to establish an academic authority. Because everyone could speak, and it was not easy to censor the content. In comparison, a physical book could easily achieve something that the electronic books based on the forum could not.
Since he had decided to use a physical book, under the premise of a large number of sales, it was absolutely impossible to use the copying method like before. Not to mention, if he planned to publish one issue per month, he would have to hire a lot of scribes to reach the original scale. Without a doubt, he would have to start the technology tree of printing.
As a transmigrator, speaking of printing, what appeared in his mind was not movable type printing, but a Manroland automatic roller printing machine …
When he was young, in the era when the distinction between a factory and a home was not obvious, there was a small printing factory near his hometown. Inside, there was a small automatic roller press made in Germany called Manroland.
Even if it was an antique left over from the Second World War era, it was a rare high-tech product for small and medium-sized enterprises at that time. Therefore, when he had nothing to do, he liked to go there and watch the roller printing machine operate under the noise of the motor. Of course, one of the reasons was that there was a child around his age in the printing factory, and he wanted to play with him.
Because of that experience, when he thought of the printing machine, the Manroland appeared in front of his eyes. And it was not only the general shape and outline, but it was so detailed that even a screw lock was clear to the extent that it was clear where to lock it.
Speaking of which, with his memory, even if he had no nerves, he would know that there was something wrong with his brain. He just did not know why this was a must-have for transmigrators, but for a certain someone, it was a long-overdue cheat. How long could it last? Was it a sign of things going in the opposite direction when they reached an extreme? These were all unknown. Anyway, before his dementia acted up, he would try to use it as much as possible.
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