The printing machine he planned to imitate was small, but in fact, it was half the size of an ordinary car on Earth. If he relied on himself to make it, it would take at least a few months.
Therefore, five days ago, the day after he heard about the banquet, he gave all the blueprints of Manroland, the manufacturing process of the printing paper, and the printing ink formula to Uzov Gantia in the form of an e-book stored in a magic stone. He asked him to find suitable people from the Sanitary Equipment Technology Guild and distribute the parts.
Because it was a separate manufacturing process, Lin told Uzov to follow the design as closely as possible and make it as perfect as possible. But after all, it was a product from World War II. Even if the precision was a little off, it was not a big problem. The requirements for precision in that era were not to the point of nitpicking.
At that time, Uzov complained a little, saying that they were the Sanitary Equipment Technology Guild. These things had nothing to do with sanitary equipment.
Lin Li smiled and said, "Do you really plan to be a toilet for the rest of your life?"
Only then did Uzov realize what kind of people he had gathered, and what kind of things they were capable of doing.
Then, in five days, using the power of the Technology Guild — of course, they were paid — they made the parts of an automatic roller printing machine. At the same time, they also sent the printing paper and ink.
It was with the support of such a technical guild that Lin had been able to grasp their progress. That was why he dared to announce at the banquet that they were going to publish the first issue of the mathematics journal a few days before the first of July.
Looking at the ten different carriages from different workshops driving to the front of the mathematics building, Lin Li could not help but feel a sense of ambition. Opening up an era was a wonderful thing, especially with the experience on Earth. It saved people a lot of detours, and success was almost at hand.
But when he thought about the failure of the Orange Eaton Academy, he understood that when it came to people's hearts, he could not move too fast. Just like the sentence he had heard before, "The one whose technology is one step ahead is a genius, but the one who is ten steps ahead is a madman."
However, when he used it himself, using technology that surpassed the times to force others to cry for their mother, this was the true taste of a transmigrator.
Because it was something they had never seen before, the craftsmen also made different parts according to the design drawings and working method requirements. Therefore, even after helping to move all the goods into the mathematics building, no one left. Everyone wanted to see what the assembled object would look like and what it could be used for.
Of course, Lin didn't have any objections to having a bunch of strong men. All the assembly processes were in his mind. Using the Whiteboard Pen Technique, not only could he clearly indicate which parts they needed, where they should be placed, what kind of position they should be placed, and how to assemble them. He could use actual light and shadow lines to let people understand immediately.
Even if there were some discrepancies in terms of precision, the problem could always be solved with more spacers and one more hammer strike. Could it be that a dozen craftsmen, a dozen magic apprentices, and many sorcerers in a room would really be stumped by a machine?
Everyone was so shocked that they didn't know what to say when this monster, which was even bigger than a magic puppet, was gradually assembled. In comparison, the big white paper on the cart was not so surprising.
Although the paper was white and the paper was big, at most, the difference was in the manufacturing process. Everyone could still understand what it was used for. How it was made so big, so white, and so flat? They would ask again when they had time. However, no one could tell what this steel monster was used for, so they couldn't help but be curious.
After spending half a day, the printing machine was completely assembled. Not even a screw was left. The power source was taken from the silver-bearded dwarf. It was a prototype that had been made in the past. It was used as the main power source of a peaceful weapon, so it was installed on the flywheel that provided the power.
The power source was a motor powered by the power of magic, not a gasoline engine that could not be stably supplied by the current fuel source.
However, this machine was far from complete, because the printing plate was still blank.
If it was a normal transmigrator with a normal brain circuit, of course, at this time, they would of course use movable type and then invent a word checking system to continue to shock everyone. However, this was a land of mystery, a world of magic. Among the pile of ordinary metal creations, Uzov Gantia personally moved the only piece of magical metal and installed it in the printing plate.
Coincidentally, this metal was also called Manroland, as if it was destined. The characteristic of Manroland metal was that it was very sensitive to magical molding and could be used to make all kinds of delicate work. For magicians who made magic puppets, some of the more complicated parts were usually made of this metal.
The disadvantage was that this metal was relatively soft among magical metals. Therefore, these parts on magic puppets became consumables that needed to be maintained or replaced from time to time. However, this small disadvantage was not a problem for someone.
On the control platform that the original Manroland automatic rotary printing machine did not have, there was a standard Yellow Garment magic stone. This could be considered the second most expensive material in this machine.
Lin Jie installed the typesetting program that he had previously compiled in P language on this magic stone. The main purpose of this program was to use molding to make the Manroland metal change according to the design of the layout, which was to make it into a letterpress.
This was why someone had directly abandoned the method of movable type printing and went back to the old path of engraving printing. This was because the metal plate controlled by magical molding could be changed into any desired shape according to the typesetting program, whether it was words or pictures. Moreover, there was no need for the engraving time or the word checking time of movable type printing.
During the test run, everyone saw with their own eyes how the magical metal that was as smooth as a mirror turned into a letterpress full of words under someone's control. A series of changes, fast and accurate. What was incomprehensible was that the layout seemed to be divided into four quadrants, printed with four pages of content, and the content was not continuous. However, the words were upside down and the changes were fast, so some people thought that they had seen wrongly.
After testing the printing plate, the next step was to start the motor and prepare to test the smoothness of the entire printing machine. However, with the sound of the motor running, news of a group of uninvited guests came. A student of Archmage Kabanbai had sent a message that Warlock Saint Babak Abnahan had led a group of mages to seek an audience with the mathematics teacher, Gabriel Tripwood.
To be honest, Lin Jie did not have an appointment with that person, so he did not know what the other party intended to do. However, seeing that a Warlock Saint had personally appeared and the number of people he had brought, even if the academy wanted to put on a strong front, they might not be able to beat them. After all, this was an educational institution, and the other party was an actual combat force on active duty, but they were on vacation.
Therefore, after a few words of discussion with Archmage Kabanbai, Lin Jie agreed to let the other party in. At least, they had to know the other party's plan first so that they could prepare for the next step.
Like a loud voice pretending to be forthright, Babak Abnahan's voice could be heard from a long distance away from the mathematics building. He shouted loudly, saying, "Young man, you said that you would publish a journal, and there are only a few days left. Do you have any confidence? Do you want me to help you out? Oh, there are quite a few carriages at the entrance. How many people did you find to help? "
After all, there was a Warlock Saint, so the dean and the only owner of the mathematics building came out to welcome him. Seeing that there were more than ten people on the other side and that they were aggressive, if they really wanted to fight, the academy did not seem to be a match.
"Lord Abnahan." As a junior, Lin Jie was the first to greet him. On the other hand, Warlock Saint Babak Abnahan and Mage Abanbai, who had grown up in the academy, greeted each other with the same courtesy.
In terms of status, Warlock Saint Abnahan seemed to be higher. However, in fact, Abanbai was not only older than him, but in terms of experience and achievements, he did not lose to this' young 'Warlock Saint. He was only fifty or sixty years old, which was considered young for someone with this title. He was also the captain of the first Magician Brigade before him.
Moreover, the gap between a Archmage and a Warlock Saint was actually not as big as outsiders thought. Rather than saying that there was a gap in strength, it was better to say that there was a gap in reputation. It was not unheard of for a Warlock Saint who was too ostentatious to be killed by an experienced Mage who had hidden methods that outsiders did not know about.
Therefore, when Abnahan met this Mage, he always regarded himself as a junior and did not dare to be arrogant. However, when he met another 'young man' who was even younger than him, he did not know whether to be happy or depressed. At this age, it would not be a problem for him to be a grandfather. When he was young, he seemed to have returned to his personality of making friends everywhere.
Although he did not feel like old friends at first sight with this Mage, this Warlock Saint who believed in combat intuition gave him a feeling that he did not want to be enemies with him. This feeling was different from when he met the former Demon King.
Just by feeling the other party's' breath ', he was acutely aware of the gap between the two of them. It was a feeling that was difficult to explain without reaching a certain height. And this indescribable feeling brought him … despair.
These were the reasons why he did not intend to deal with either of them. Before he came to the Holy City, the nobles who came to see him off had all kinds of hints and promises. If it were not for the fact that the group of brainless nobles knew that the person in front of them could not be threatened, perhaps some inappropriate words would have been said.
After everyone on both sides finished greeting each other, the slightly impatient Abnahan hid his emotions well and said, "Lord Abnahan, I am now preparing to test print the journal. Do you want to come and take a look and give me some advice?"
"Test print? You mean printing? "Babak Abnahan heard the key point from the other party's words. Suddenly, many things that he could not figure out seemed to be easily solved. Indeed, for a knowledge that was not magic, this was the best way to solve the problem.
Fortunately, there was a group of people behind him who wanted to stir up trouble. They found him through their connections and asked him to come to Kabambai Academy to make a scene. Only then did he happen to encounter the test print that the person in front of him mentioned and increase his knowledge.
Many people misunderstood his purpose, thinking that he came as the captain of the First Magician Brigade of the First Legion of the Guevana Empire to fight to the death with the other party. If you really want to fight, then do it yourself. Don't always think of ordering others to be your weapon. Babak always spoke harshly to those who liked to use schemes and tricks.
However, at this moment, an unforeseen event occurred!
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