After hurriedly bandaging his wounds, he put on the elven chainmail and outer robe that had been used to save his life. Regarding the issue of repairing the chainmail, he could just ask his old friend for help. As for the issue at hand, Babak Abnahan thought for a while and said, "I remember the report from the 10th Legion's commander said that the target was a Purple Rank target."
An army commander giving an evaluation of 'not to be antagonized' would make him a laughingstock among the upper echelons of the empire. When Attila heard his good friend mention this matter, he was first stunned, then had no choice but to agree after some thought. "Indeed, with our current understanding of him, choosing to go against him is not a good idea. But you are a man with the title of Mage Saint. Have you ever thought about how others would view you if you rashly gave him such an evaluation? "
"Using your life as a stepping stone or using your reputation as a stepping stone, which do you think is cheaper?"
Attila sighed and said, "I never thought that we would still have to consider such a question today."
"It is not shameful to admit defeat. What is shameful is not knowing how you failed. Besides, was what we saw the mage's full strength? Where did the power that suppressed you to the point of being unable to move come from? Did you notice it? "
When Babak Abulnahan was pierced through the chest by a sword, not only did his friends and students not come to his rescue, but even he himself did not show any excessive reaction. The reason was not only because his life was in the hands of others, but also because of the hidden threat that he did not know where it came from. This was the real reason why they were unable to move. Since they could not even find the source, how could they fight back?
The two of them, who had traveled all over the world, knew clearly that they should never underestimate anyone who had secrets, especially if the person was a mage. It was not surprising that they would fail miserably at such an easy task. It was not the first time they had encountered danger from such a person.
But there had never been a time like this where they were still unable to figure out the opponent's strength even after paying the price. What was even more disgusting was that they had met two of such people in one go, and the two of them were even related!
Yesterday at the banquet, they had seen the rumored Demon King for the first time. Regardless of whether or not the other party was the same person from a thousand years ago, Babak Abnahan and Attila agreed that they would never seek trouble with that person.
Their eyes had once been baptized by the elves and could see certain metaphysical truths. In their eyes, that person didn't seem like the Lich they had seen before. If he was the embodiment of some kind of authority, they would have believed him. An existence that was close to a god was already beyond their understanding, let alone fighting against it.
At this time, the people sitting in the departing carriages thought of a recent rumor. In the Holy City of Estali, some people coveted the Demon Queen's beauty, some coveted her wisdom, and thus wanted to monopolize the Demon Queen. The biggest obstacle was, of course, the man beside the Demon King.
Of course, there were radical ones who directly used assassination methods, but it was to no avail. Even the assassins they sent out were nowhere to be found. Everyone guessed that it was probably a disaster, but they didn't know why the group of people who were the target never mentioned this matter.
Therefore, the second method that these people thought of was to use male temptation. If one wasn't enough, then two; if two wasn't enough, then ten. After all, when dealing with a woman, there was always a way to pry open her defenses and capture her heart. And as long as a woman was captured, she would be able to do whatever he wanted.
Towards this rumor, Mage Saint Babak Abnahan was happy to see it happen. It was too dangerous for those two to be together. If they could be separated, it would be good for the whole world.
But would it be successful? Would they step on some taboo again? When dealing with this kind of enemy, no amount of caution was enough. More importantly, they shouldn't make a move before they were confident. Continuous probing was not only to wear down the other party's patience, but also to raise the other party's vigilance. However, those who couldn't see the truth would pay the price for their recklessness sooner or later.
Thinking up to this point, Babak Abnahan began to seriously consider whether or not it was time to withdraw from the Guevana Empire. It was true that the Empire was very powerful, and it was also true that ordinary people couldn't resist it. Even with his combat strength, from what he observed, the Empire had at least ten people. This was not even considered the hidden trump card that no one knew about.
However, just based on the other party's ability to appear and disappear unpredictably, anyone who opposed him wouldn't be able to sleep well if they didn't see his head for a day. There was even a question that no one had ever mentioned. That was, in Abadan City, how did that man accurately find the whereabouts of all the nobles? What method did he use to investigate? How did he locate so many people?
The more he thought about it, the more guilty Babak Abnahan felt. The information that he used to treat as a joke now seemed to be very likely to be true. If all of that was true, then what kind of monster was he facing?
As for the thoughts of the people in the carriage that had already left, he had no way of knowing. In fact, Lin couldn't even accurately find out what the thoughts of the people in the same room were. At most, he could tell how nervous the other party was from their heartbeat, expressions, and night sweats. Unless he stabbed them with Cassette Cutting, a certain big-mouthed sword would spread it around the world.
However, Lin didn't like this kind of behavior that invaded other people's privacy. It had nothing to do with moral cleanliness. He just felt that people should keep some space for themselves and not allow others to invade them. He didn't like to be invaded, and of course, he didn't want to invade others.
Because doing so would make it easy to step on a landmine … Like discovering someone's strange sexual fetish or some kind of hobby that shouldn't be exposed. How embarrassing would it be to discover it face-to-face? People in his hometown liked to read gossip and gossip because they read tabloids or talked behind people's backs. If someone exposed someone's scars in front of them, they would be lucky not to be beaten to death.
Therefore, ignorance was bliss.
The most important thing right now was to smoothly release the mathematics journal. The printing machine accounted for a considerable proportion of his plan. After the machine was assembled, the test run seemed to be normal. However, in order to confirm that everything was fine, he still had to officially run it online.
First, he ordered the people to put a large stack of white paper into the paper feed trough. Then, he poured the ink into the supply trough. The transfer method was too complicated. The most important thing was that he couldn't find a suitable rubber material. Therefore, this printing machine still used letterpress printing. However, by using the combination of the movements of the multi-stage cylinders and the second paper feed trough, it achieved double-sided printing.
After everything was ready, he started the machine. First of all, he decided to give it a try by printing five copies.
During the operation of the printing machine, the fully opened white paper was sent in and rolled between the cylinders. The letterpress was transformed by the manroland metal under the action of the shaping technique. It constantly moved back and forth under the main cylinder and printed the contents of the letterpress onto the rolled paper.
The single-sided printed paper would be sent to the second paper feed trough for a while. After the scheduled printing of the single-sided printed paper was completed, the machine would transfer the single-sided printed paper to the second paper feed trough and then print the blank side. Similarly, when the paper passed through the main cylinder and the blank side was printed, it would be sent to the paper feed trough.
In order to match the mathematical formula, sometimes a longer page was needed. Therefore, this journal was designed to be the size of a sixteen-page book. This meant that each page was roughly equivalent to an A4 page on Earth.
A fully opened sheet of paper with both sides could print 32 pages. The weight of two fully opened sheets was the number of pages of the first issue of the mathematics journal. Therefore, five volumes only used ten fully opened sheets of white paper. The entire printing process was very smooth. It could be said that it was completed in the blink of an eye. The paper jam that Lin Xiang was most worried about did not happen.
As for the paper cutting part, although a large paper cutting machine was made, it was not connected to the printing machine and could only be operated manually. However, the paperboard used to cut the paper was still made. Because it was only required to align, cut, cut, and cut again, there was no deliberate reference line or bleeding line.
After cutting the paper, of course, the next step was to check the pages, fold them in half, and then nail the back of the book. At this point, a volume of mathematics journal was completed.
A certain someone looked at the steaming hot new book with satisfaction. He also leaned forward and smelled the long-lost smell of books. The smell was very familiar. Lin Xiang thought for a moment and turned to Uzov and asked, "Camphor was added to the ink?"
The first chairman of the Technology Guild was stunned. He was stunned for a moment before he replied, "Ah, yes. Because Old Tom was originally a nobleman's bookmaker. He said that adding a little camphor to the ink could have the effect of repelling insects and make the books better preserved. Also, the smell would not be just the stench of ink. It's just that this can't be used on the ink used to write magic words. But I thought that what you want to print has nothing to do with magic, so I discussed with him and slightly modified your ink formula. Is this okay? "
As Uzov spoke, he pointed at an old craftsman in the crowd who seemed to be a little scared.
Seeing that he was present, Lin Xiang said with satisfaction, "Of course it's okay. I had not thought of that, and I will give old Tom a bonus on top of what I have paid him, as a reward for helping me to notice what I had overlooked. But next time, if there is such an improvement in the thing I want, you have to inform me first. Otherwise, if you arbitrarily change it and if it conflicts with my original design, it will cause trouble. "
"Yes, sir," Uzov said respectfully. Old Tom also seemed a little bashful as the others congratulated him.
At this time, the dean of the school, Archmage Kabanbai, who had just sent Wizard Saint Babak Abnahan and the others off, walked in and sensed the subtle atmosphere in the room.
The group of ordinary people who came to assemble the printing machine were very happy. It was just that they were in the territory of the mages, otherwise, they would have cheered loudly. On the other hand, his old friend Bijan and a group of mages and apprentices were stunned. They did not even notice that he had walked in.
Kabanbai was about to ask about the situation when he saw that Lin was holding something that looked like a thin book in his hand. He immediately understood and asked in shock, "I just went to send off a guest. Could it be that a journal has already been printed?"
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