Pitman invited Gwen into his wooden hut. Despite his age, the old man had a pair of eyes that were more astute and nimble than the young profiteer. As he eagerly poured tea for them, he stole glances at Gwen. "Duke, for you to visit my shabby wooden hut personally, could it be that you have encountered some difficult problem that requires my Druil spell? Or are you finally interested in my luck changing ritual and divination? "
Gwen casually scanned the furnishings in the hut and found that it was very tidy. The workbench for alchemy experiments and various containers for concocting potions were neatly placed in the work area in the northwest corner. The living area was also very simple and clean. It was completely different from the dirty and messy feeling Pitman had when he first came here.
When he heard the old man speak, he directly ignored the latter half of his promotion and said directly, "I'm very interested in the process of your concocting of alchemy potions and the process of blessing them."
Pitman was very surprised. "Concocting potions and blessing spells? You actually came here personally for such a small matter? "
"I just happened to be passing by, so I came to satisfy my curiosity." Gwen waved his hand. "And I remember telling you before that I wanted to increase the output of the agricultural catalyst potion. I wonder how it went."
Pitman's face turned bitter. "How can it be that easy? You're taking too much time …"
Gwen waved his hand. "It doesn't matter if you don't have any results for the time being. Just let me see your progress."
Pitman heaved a sigh of relief. His face was full of excitement. "That's not a problem. I was just about to start working."
As he spoke, he walked to the work area used for concocting potions and began preparing to concoct potions. After all, concocting potions was his daily job. He would just take it as satisfying the personal hobby of this eccentric duke.
Gwen followed behind the old man and watched him busying himself with the potions and alchemy tools. His mind was spinning with even more complicated thoughts.
The magic engine was a success.
This was indeed something to be happy about. Even the mature and steady Heti was immersed in the joy of success, and Gwen was no exception.
However, Gwen's heart was not just filled with joy. At the same time, he had doubts that he had previously but had temporarily suppressed. What was magic power? What was going on with the laws of this world?
The operation of the magic engine undoubtedly showed the existence of logic and laws. It also showed that the various phenomena in this world were not independent of each other but were interrelated and could be combined into a system. The repulsion circle would push the piston, and the piston would drive the crankshaft and connecting rod. The rotation of the flywheel would generate inertia, and the inertia would connect every work of the engine, and then extended, the engine's energy came from the environment.
Everything seemed to be in order and complete.
But where did the initial magic power came from? Did the magic of the Magic of the environment? Then, what about the magic power in the environment? Was it was endless and of of? of the world? Could it really be continuously replenished by the Weave and never be depleted?
Did this world not even abide by the law of conservation of energy?
Or could it be that magic power had its own source and its own limited reserves? It was just that it was contained in everything in the world in a way that humans could not observe and calculate. Humans used it in a daze, thinking that it was infinite, but who knew when it would be used up?
In the face of this most worrisome question, Gwen did not even have time to think about what the 'repulsion' produced by the magic circle was.
To be honest, the moment he saw the magic engine running, Gwen's mind was filled with both joy and worry.
Mechanical operation was a more direct energy discharge. Compared to the static magic circle on the runic furnace, Gwen was more aware of the existence of the 'energy consumption' process. But he was still not used to the fact that he could not see the energy storage material at all. He could not see the 'magic fuel', the battery, the actual wire, and the instrument panel that measured the energy consumption. This gave him a feeling of emptiness, as if he was afraid that the magic engine would suddenly stop running.
Even if wireless transmission had been achieved on Earth, Gawain at least knew that there was fuel burning in the power plant. But here … there was only a magic net that was constantly filling up out of thin air. The people of this world might be used to this phenomenon, but he suddenly felt uncomfortable.
Gwen wanted to understand the secret of the essence of magic power. He wanted to understand why the world worked like this. He wanted to understand why water could not work when it turned into steam but still maintained three states. He wanted to understand why electromagnetic induction failed in this world, but there were still independent magnetic fields and electric fields. In theory, 'light' as a special electromagnetic wave still existed (if that was really 'light') …
These contradictions made him feel a great sense of disconnection. Many phenomena and the principles behind them that should have been closely connected were fragmented in this world. It was as if matter was no longer an orderly existence, but was forcibly set there by the so-called gods. They each showed a variety of strange physical and chemical properties, not because the microscopic world was supporting them, but because they were 'natural' …
These contradictions and feelings of disconnection were suppressed by the busy shop and temporarily forgotten by Gwen. But when the magical engine really worked as he imagined, these thoughts emerged again uncontrollably.
But he knew that he could not eat too much. It was impossible to directly explain the microscopic domain and basic principles of this world at this stage. He had to do it step by step. To understand the truth at the bottom, he had to start by observing the surface phenomena, starting from experience and practical fields.
For example, he had to first observe the various magic in this world and their effective mechanism.
Heti and Rebecca were both serious mages (although their talents were a little skewed). But Gwen did not go to them. Instead, he went to Pitman because he knew one thing: Druil's magic was the most special in this world. Its origin and changes seemed to reveal some secrets about magic.
Druil's magic evolved from divine spells.
Pitman had already prepared the potion materials and props needed for the druid ritual. He explained as he worked. "It's actually not that difficult to make an alchemy potion. The most basic catalytic potion requires very cheap materials. Herbs can be found everywhere. The most time-consuming part is the post-processing, such as smoking, drying, grinding, and so on. It's actually easy to find more manpower in this aspect."
As he spoke, he put the powdered corvus seeds and perilla petals into a heating container. He then poured in pure water and some prepared grass juice.
"I heard from Amber that the labor system you invented, such as the separation of processes, the responsibility system, and the assembly line. To be honest, these are all amazing ideas. This way, you can break down the complicated potion preparation process and hand it over to the laymen. But the most important part can't be done …"
Bubbles began to appear in the heating container, and a pungent smell came out. Pitman hurriedly added a new potion to balance the potency of the mixture.
"The potion made by the first step is just an ordinary thing. It doesn't have extraordinary power. Even if it has an effect, it will be very weak. If you want it to have magical power, you have to inject mana. And this step has to be completed through the Druil ritual …"
Pitman had already sealed the lid of the heating container. Through a curved copper pipe, the vapors in the container were led to a condensation tube next to it, condensing into drops of light green juice. The old man carefully collected the light green juice and finally made a small cup, and put it on a small altar next to him.
Gwen watched the old man work without blinking. He saw that Pitman placed elemental runes representing wind, fire, water, and earth around the altar. These runes were engraved on the oak pieces, and then placed two crystals in the inner layer. They were very ordinary white crystals, the cheapest kind of natural crystals.
Then he began to chant the Druil's obscure incantation. Gwen immediately activated his Mana Perception ability.
He saw that the radiance of mana was gradually filling up around Pitman. These energies were arranged into a special geometrical pattern under the guidance of the runes and trembled around the semi-finished potion. The color of the potion also changed from light green to dark green.
When the transformation was about to be completed, Druil stopped chanting and removed the two white crystals. He began to solemnly pray about the gods of nature. "The great gods of nature, the protector of life, the great spirits of nature … Ah no, the heart of the forest, the guide of life, your devout believer prays here, praying for the response of the gods of nature. May you bestow the gospel from the oak … palm … or maybe oak. May you bestow the gospel from your oak throne, let this potion be filled with the energy of life, let it … Oh, it's done?"
Pitman looked down and confirmed that the potion had been completely transformed. So he decisively stopped the prayer that was almost unable to continue. He took the potion from the altar with a smile and handed it to Gwen. "Look, this is a freshly made plant growth catalyst potion. It's still warm."
Gwen held the potion and felt that his whole face was trembling. It was the kind of trembling that even his square face and beard could not save.
Was the old man's last prayer a joke?!
But it was that last prayer that was almost ridiculous, and if it were a normal believer, would have been destroyed by their own god seventy or eighty times, that completely confirmed Gwen's thoughts in his heart.
The former Druil's magic … had completely disappeared.
Now, only Druil's magic remained in the world.
He put the small cup of still steaming potion aside and looked into Pitman's eyes. "If I remember correctly, the prayer you just said was actually a selection from the 'Sacred Words of the Forest', the scripture of the Heart of the Forest sect of Druil."
Pitman was a little surprised. "You even know this?!"
"I've read this book." Gwen waved his hand, indicating that the question was not important. "What I want to say is — is Druil's magic really derived from the divine?"
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