The rotor-type magic engine was one of Gwen's first ideas after he came up with the idea of 'magical industrialization'. But its implementation had been delayed until today because the difficulty and complexity of the system was far beyond any magical device imagined. The rotor-type magic engine required at least eight, up to ten, or even dozens of neatly arranged repulsive magic circles to operate at the same time. And with so many repulsive magic circles connected together, the magic interference was almost a disaster. To solve the interference problem, even with the mathematical calculation of runic logic, it was extremely difficult.
But Jenny still solved the problem, and even proposed a further optimization plan for the original rotor-type magic engine.
Gwen looked at the blueprint on the table and the information next to it for a long time. His expression was so serious that even Amber, who came to the study to watch the fun, was startled. The latter looked at Gwen in astonishment. "What's wrong? Is there a problem with the blueprint? Did Jenny's calculation go wrong? "
Gwen looked up and said without rhyme or reason. "I'm not a genius."
"Huh?" Hu Po was taken aback by Gawain's words. In the next second, she thought that Gawain was teasing her. "Are you purposely making fun of me? A monster like you is not a genius. Do you want ordinary people to live? Of course, 'ordinary people' don't include myself. I'm a genius. I'm the chosen one of the Goddess of the Night, you know … "
"I'm just saying it out loud." Gwen did not care about the latter half of Amber's babbling. Instead, he said so with a half-smile. He turned around and looked out of the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the lights that were gradually lighting up in his territory.
He was not a genius.
He was not the center of the world.
He could not create an era of magical industrialization out of thin air, and he could not pull the world into some sea of stars by himself.
Gwen was aware of this from the beginning, and today, he was even more aware of this point.
He knew that he was a special individual compared to ordinary people, and he could frankly admit that he wanted to do great things and had the ambition to affect the changes of this era. However, he also knew that even if the era changed, it was not something that he alone could change.
Carefully recalling everything that had happened along the way, Gwen became more and more aware of his own position. He also became more and more aware of the talents and wisdom of the natives of this world.
The Magic Net came from a destitute but talented rogue mage. The Rebecca Crystal and the Runic Trigger came from a noble girl with a unique way of thinking. The Runic Logic was a great law that three generations of researchers had spent decades to sum up. The first Mana Engine was hammered out by the craftsmen and technicians in the territory. As for the production technology of the potion, the final design of the machine and the completion of the factory … it was the result of months of hard work by Druil, Pitman, and his apprentices, as well as the hundreds of workers, technicians, and craftsmen in the territory.
Just now, Patric Pom, who came from Kant Territory, used a short hour to understand the concept of the so-called regional agency, the production, supply, and marketing chain, and market feedback. He also made suggestions for the classification of goods according to the actual situation of this era.
And now, Jenny Perot had completed the final calculation of the Rotor-Type Mana Engine, and before Gwen could think of it, she had designed an effective speed adjustment plan for the engine.
Gwen lowered his head and looked at the Cecil Territory that was still full of life and vitality at night.
This was a dark and backward era, but this did not mean that a transmigrator would become the center of the world. In this era, in this world, there were people with wisdom hidden everywhere. Even the seemingly ignorant and backward nobles used wisdom and power to maintain their ruling positions. Gwen felt that if he wanted to make a career in this world, then the first thing he had to do was not forget to revere this world.
Attach importance to the system of this world itself, recognize the wisdom of the local people, and under this premise, reasonably seize the benefits that belonged to him. This was the way of survival and development.
With a smile on his face, Gwen turned to look at Amber who was curiously studying the drawings on the table (although she did not seem to understand anything). "Tell me, if everyone in this land is talented, then what am I doing here?"
"What's wrong with you? Why are you suddenly talking so strangely? "Amber blinked." Aren't you talking nonsense? You're the lord. If it weren't for you, we wouldn't have gathered here! We would have already left … You're not really going to announce the disbandment of the gang, are you? "
Gwen glared at the half-elf. "Can you not blindly use the words I taught you? That's called a team, not a gang! "
"… Anyway, it's almost the same meaning. Only the last two letters of the two words are different …"
Gwen looked at the thief helplessly, but the corner of his mouth was still hanging on the corner of his mouth.
Yes, the magic net was invented by the rogue mage, the alchemy reaction device was invented by the Pitman, and the explosive crystal and runic trigger were invented by Rebecca. Many things in the territory were not created by Gwen, or at least they were not original creations. But his greatest value here was not to create these things by himself, but to bring these talented people to play their original wisdom.
He did not have the wisdom of the local people, but he had the vision and thinking that surpassed them. He had the knowledge of his previous life, the knowledge of Gwen Cecil, and the will and experience of being an ancient observer. He could not create anything, but he knew what this land needed.
He knew which way to go, and that was his purpose and reason for being here. In a big way, he could plan the future order and social structure of the territory. In a small way, he could map out the technical path of a specific machine, and then let the technical personnel in the territory think of a way to realize it.
Gwen suddenly laughed happily. He felt that no matter what kind of cheat he had, at least one thing was certain:
He was the cheat of this world, or at least, the cheat of Cecil.
Oh, and Mr. (Ms.) Nicholas, who had just recovered from a cold, had been thinking about how to build the next generation of large punching machines in the mechanical research institute.
But there was no way to convey the ups and downs in Gwen's mind to Amber. The thief only saw Gwen's deep thoughts and suddenly laughed, and she suddenly felt goosebumps all over her body. She wanted to rush out and remind Heti and Rebecca that their great-grandpa might be about to turn into a zombie, but she did not expect to see the old dumpling in front of her nodding to her. "Amber, go to Tanzania Town as my messenger tomorrow and give my handwritten letter to Viscount Andrew."
"You want me to go so far in the winter …" Amber muttered. "What for?"
"I want to invite the viscount to my territory as a guest and let him, the big mine owner, see how Cecil's people mine."
"Oh … What?!" Amber had just nodded halfway when she woke up with a start. She looked at Gwen as if she was looking at an enemy spy who had infiltrated her own people. "You want to invite Viscount Andrew to visit the mine in your territory? Do you still remember what's there?! "
"Of course, I remember. The magic engine, the drainage pump, the mine cart hauling machine, and the crusher and screening machine that have recently been put into use."
"You still remember? You want an outsider to see it?!" Amber's eyes widened. "These are the lifeline of Cecil's territory! We can develop this place in such a short time all because of those machines. Aren't you afraid that after Viscount Andrew sees it … "
"I hope he'll be tempted after seeing it. Very tempted." Gwen nodded. "Because I'm going to sell him the whole set of mining equipment."
Amber: "?!"
"Our second-generation magic engine has been developed, and I'm going to sell the first-generation." Gwen knew what Amber was thinking, but he enjoyed the fun of teasing her. This troublesome half-elf only looked cute when she was in a daze. "And there's something wrong with what you just said. For the territory to develop like this in such a short time, the machines have played a role, but we didn't rely on them all."
He shook his head. "Cecil's part is the real cheat code, and outsiders can't take it away."
Amber's worry obviously did not subside. "But anyway, you're going to sell the magic engine to others … Aren't you worried that the next door will develop?"
"They will certainly develop, and the mining efficiency of the Tannsan mine will be greatly improved." Gwen nodded. "And this will ensure that Cecil gets more magical materials at a lower price."
Amber scratched her head. "That's it? You have other reasons, don't you? "
"Of course, only a stronger partner can bring you greater benefits. I've never worried about the development of others, as long as I can make sure that I'm the one who develops the fastest, that's enough."
Gwen then sighed softly. "Most of the rulers of this world are taking a different path. They will do everything possible to ensure that those within their sight do not move forward. They don't care how long they stay in the same place, as long as others are not moving forward or backward. But there's a fatal problem — they can't ensure that those outside their sight are suppressed. What they do can only lead to regional decline, you know? In fact, this evil effect has already appeared. "
"Evil effect?"
"The Ansu's neighbor, the Typhon Empire, has been carrying out continuous military reforms and social progress in recent decades. They have achieved the formalization of extraordinary professionals and a certain degree of assembly line production of military supplies. As the Ansu nobles are retreating, a powerful and terrifying opponent has risen in a place where they can't influence or observe …"
Amber gulped. She was also an Ansu, and naturally knew that the threat of Typhon was growing day by day. But as a commoner, this was the first time she heard such a direct analysis from Gwen. But she still had some doubts about Gwen's decision. "But even if you sell those machines powered by the magic engine to Viscount Andrew, he won't be able to use them … These machines need the Mana Net to operate …"
Gwen smiled even more happily. "So I'll also sell the blueprints of the Mana Net to him. If possible, I'll even send a group of technicians at a low price to help Leslie complete the basic construction of the Mana Net."
"You're even going to give him the Mana Net?!" Amber almost jumped up. "Do you know how much he can do with the Mana Net?"
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