The reason why Lin took this matter so seriously was that even when he wrote Chinese in the past, even if he made mistakes, other people could infer the correct meaning from the front and back of the text. Mistakes would not affect the reading at all.
The same was true for the Pinyin characters in the mystical land. In addition to mistakes, the Pinyin characters could also be used to create new words to describe a new thing. But this new word was not something that could be casually written and understood by other readers. There were certain rules for creating new words.
He was not a linguist in the mystical land. Marco Lin could not guarantee that there would not be such low-level mistakes in his manuscripts. If it was a normal exchange of letters, or if he showed it to his apprentices or other people close to him, it would be fine as long as they could understand it. Even if they could not understand it, it would not be a big deal to ask.
But this was a rigorous publication. Mistakes like mistakes would only affect the authority of the journal, so it was best to avoid them.
The best way was, of course, to hire a professional. He believed that for the sake of money, these ten apprentices would not just do it casually.
After tidying up the mathematics building, a room that was originally for Lin, the only mathematics lecturer, to rest was changed into a workplace for the ten proofreaders. Lin returned to the original classroom where the printing machine was placed. Now, this place had been renamed as the printing workshop.
Uzov Gantia and the craftsmen from the Technical Guild had already left. As for the fees that Lin had to pay, Uzov would take care of it for him. After all, the Technical Guild still had a large amount of dividends that he had not taken away. Lin Huang's original intention was to put the money in the guild as one of Uzov's capital, and to use it at a time like this. This way, he could save the time of transporting the money.
As for financial institutions like banks, Lin Huang still did not want to get involved with them, or even mention them. It was a financial monster that was irreversible once it was released. In this world where there were gods, a certain someone didn't want to offend anyone and get himself into trouble.
In the printing workshop, only the dean and a few mages were left. They were curiously surrounding the machine and touching it. There were also people who were touching the fully opened white paper as if they were thinking about something.
Of course, there was also the sword that Lin Huang did not take away. He was happily chatting with everyone. But it was obvious that everyone was a little far away from the Cassette Cutting. It was not that they were not curious about the sword, or that they wanted to show Lin Huang that they did not want to arouse suspicion. They were just scared.
The Cassette Cutting family's "excellent" reputation was not unfamiliar to the mages of the Holy City, especially mages of high status like them. Everyone was wary of a weapon that could pry into the mind of its wielder. But at the very least, the other Cassette Cutting could not speak. However, for any wielder of the sword Cassette Cassette Cutting this piece of news.
Even if the sword, the sword Cassette Lin Huang, it, the Holy of the mages, the mages would not prpry. For those who dared to hold this sword, no one wanted to give themselves an excuse to be stabbed by the sword. Therefore, these conversations were mostly meaningless social jargon.
As soon as Lin Huang entered the room, he did not care about the atmosphere in the room. He said directly, "Dean, thank you for agreeing to use a lecturer's lounge as a studio for proofreading."
Although Lin Huang was the only lecturer in the mathematics building, the property of the academy still belonged to the dean. No matter what Lin Huang wanted to do, he could not bypass the old man.
The reason why Lin Huang did not look for other classrooms or lounges was that there was already a ready-made room in the room that was originally meant for Lin Huang. He just needed to move it a little and it would be ready for work. The other rooms were still empty, so Lin Huang could only sit on the floor bitterly.
"Little Guy, come here, come here. Teach me how to use this." The great mage Kabanbai called out to Lin Huang intimately. He did not hide his curiosity about the printing machine at all. He pointed at the control panel that had been locked with a password.
After unlocking the control panel, Lin Huang explained to the old man the principle of how the various parts of the printing machine were connected and operated. The reason why Lin Huang dared to distribute the machine parts to the members of the Technology Guild instead of going through the trouble of doing it himself was that he had written the program to control the printing.
Even if someone else copied the printing machine, without this program to control it, the printing machine's martial arts would be wasted. Not to mention other things, just the printing plate alone would be the same as the engraving plate. The mystical land did not even have movable type plates.
Even if someone else copied the printing machine, just preparing the engraving plate and changing the plate during printing would take more than double the time. Of course, even if that was the case, compared to the original printing technology in the mystical land, it was still an unimaginable leap.
The control program on the machine, in addition to automatically pagination and typesetting the input document, could also do some simple editing and editing. Therefore, if anyone wanted to print books or flyers, they only needed to place the magic stone that stored the text document in the special control slot for reading.
As for newspapers … There was already a forum, who would read newspapers?
Although the information on the forum was not organized and was quite messy, the price of newspapers was not high. However, newspapers were destined not to take the high-priced route. They could only rely on low prices and sales to open up the market. For those who were not afraid of trouble and even liked to browse the forum, newspapers were not attractive at all. Therefore, long before the forum was born, there was already no place for newspapers.
Looking at the machine, the great mage Kabanbai's first question was: "Is there a way to print magic scrolls or magic books?"
"Unfortunately, it's not possible." Kabanbai's question was straightforward, and Lin also answered quickly: "That old problem still hasn't been solved. Paper and ink."
"I see that the ink supply slot on this printing machine does not have any restrictions. Or do you not have a good grasp of the ink formula and the source of the materials? "Kabanbai did not give up and continued to ask.
After thinking for a while, Lin decided to tell him the truth: "Dean, I will not hide it from you. I have also done research on printing magic words. I found that even the most common magic words will draw magic power from the writer, just like making magic scrolls. The only thing is that the process of making magic scrolls has to be more precise, and there are also requirements for the writer's mental state. There is even a possibility of failure. "
"You mean, it is not just a problem of paper and ink. If you want to use printing, you also need to consider how to input magic power during the printing process?" Kabanbai immediately thought of the key point.
Actually, the mages also had a vague inference that magic power might be needed during the process of copying magic knowledge. The reason was that no ordinary person would be able to succeed in such a simple task. After all, this was not making magic scrolls.
It was just that all along, copying magic was seen as a part of the accumulation of knowledge for magic apprentices, and the mages would not want to find an ordinary person who had nothing to do with magic to do it. Over time, it became a matter of course for the mages to copy magic, and no one deliberately tried to find out the reason behind it.
"Yes, it is just as you said. But I have no idea how to do this at all. Even if we can solve the problem of input power, if we want to use printing methods to produce magic books or magic scrolls, we have to figure out how much power is needed for each rune and each stroke. Only then can we ensure that we can complete the production without losing control and exploding. "
Talking about the situation of losing control made the mages present feel distressed. If magic went out of control, it was not as simple as a failure. The consequences that followed were unpredictable and difficult to guard against. The explosion and the backlash were actually small matters. The most frightening thing was to become a springboard for some foreign existence to invade the Lost Lands. If that happened, even ten thousand deaths would not be enough to absolve the blame.
Lin patted the printing table and said, "This kind of meticulous work is not something machines can do. What is needed is the accumulation of experience over time, and it will become an instinctive skill. The machines could only do simple, repetitive tasks. If you have experience in making magic puppets, you will know what kind of work can be given to these stupid big guys. "
When it came to technology that everyone was familiar with, it could be said that the mages present had more experience than Lin. The situation that he described, everyone was very worried about it. However, Archmage Kabambai still asked, "What if we use mathematics to analyze it?"
"It shouldn't be a problem if we use mathematics." Lin shrugged and said, "But when I first analyzed an apprentice-level spell, it took me almost a month to study it. As for spells that are too complicated, I don't even dare to touch them. Not to mention, even if we can analyze them, we still don't know how to use machines to inject magic power, and how to coordinate the two. "
As if a bucket of cold water had been poured over him, Archmage Kabambai was very disappointed. However, after thinking about it, he felt relieved. Although this printing machine could not bring out more value, just the fact that it could be published smoothly in mathematics journals, and now it seemed that it would not be a big problem to publish a thousand copies of each issue, had an inestimable value to the academy.
Now, although he and Kabambai did not bet all of their wealth on mathematics. However, their academic status in the Holy City of Estari was vaguely linked by outsiders. It could be said that they were bound together for good or ill. Although this was not his original intention, it did not seem like a bad thing if he really went down this path.
For Lin, the printing machine could only print books that were not magic, and it could make magic scrolls. These were two completely different things. The former did not have much value in the eyes of mages, and was just a convenient tool. The real value was the meaning of the words that were printed.
However, if the printing machine could make magic scrolls, this machine would rise to the level of a strategic resource. What did it mean to make magic scrolls in large quantities? Even if someone used their knees to think, they would know that it was not good.
If they really made such a printing machine, not to mention the problem of whether or not they could keep it, it could be imagined that there would be countless troubles and no end. The most disgusting part was that the Magic Scrolls produced by the Magic Scrolls would be a huge problem for him to either sell them or not sell them.
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