Gwen's words stirred great waves in Kamel's mind. His entire body flashed in 4/4 time, and his entire body turned blue. It was not that he did not understand what Gwen meant, but the idea was too different from the traditional production of magical items.
Even in the days of the Kingdom of Gondor, where some common magical items had been mass-produced, many magical items were still expensive items. People seemed to treat such magical items as rare, expensive treasures that could be passed down from generation to generation. Family heirloom swords, family heirloom rings, family heirloom amulets … It was normal for these items to be used for decades or even centuries. Although the Kingdom of Gondor's technology was advanced, due to the abnormality of the technology, the types of magical items that they could mass-produce were limited from the beginning. Basically, only things that required magic infusion and magic shaping could be mass-produced. Those that required further processing and the participation of magisters were still produced in workshops or laboratories.
That was because magisters could not be mass-produced.
Thus, even though the Gondor Empire was technologically advanced, it did not develop quickly. This was especially true in the later stages of the war, when the potential of the Deepblue Mana Well was mostly untapped. The prosperity of the Gondor Empire was no longer the result of technological advancements. Instead, it was the result of accumulation.
That was why Kamil had never thought about what would happen if all magic devices were turned into cheap, mass-produced, and quickly consumed industrial products.
However, he could not refute Gwen's words. He was ancient, but he was not stubborn. He was just temporarily limited by his own experience, but once he opened his mind, he would realize that Gwen was right.
The reason why magic tools became ancestral treasures was not because they had a long lifespan, but because they were too precious, people had no choice but to let them be used for a long time. If a magic tool could be mass-produced in a factory, and everyone could easily buy and use it, and it could be replaced once every ten years or even a few years, then why would people still treasure it from generation to generation?
Gwen had his own considerations when he said those words. Although he emphasized the "consumption" of industrial products, he only said so after careful consideration. No matter what, the lifespan was an important indicator of the quality of a product. It did not mean that the lifespan of a mass-produced item could be ignored completely. Especially equipment on the battlefield, it had to be durable.
Different things had different lifespan requirements, and the lifespan of a semi-permanent fortification and a cannon barrel (accelerator rail) was definitely different.
Therefore, he carried out a series of material tests and calculations, using a magic field that exceeded the design strength to power the repulsive substrate, and testing the wear and tear of the red copper matrix in various extreme environments. Finally, he determined that this thing could still meet the requirements under long-term overload.
In fact, he had also fallen into a misconception in this regard before. He considered using overload to enhance the short-term output of some magical devices, but when he mentioned it to Heti, she always said that it would seriously affect the lifespan of the magical devices, so the loss outweighed the gain. Besides, he had a lot of other things to do, so he did not think too much in this regard. Until one day, he could not help but ask Heti how long a certain device could maintain stable operation under frequent overload. Heti said to him with a serious face:
"Ancestor, in that case, the magic circle would be dissolved in less than forty years!"
Then, Gwen realized that on the issue of 'lifespan', he had a different worldview from the locals. In their eyes, if a magical device could not be used by their great-grandchildren, it was a waste of time …
"According to my tests, using a universal substrate with red copper matrix as a repulsive generator, the accelerator rail can fire three to four thousand shells continuously. Of course, this is a rough estimate, and the specific number will only be confirmed after the final product is tested. And the number will also be affected by the environment. But anyway, I think this lifespan is completely up to standard."
"Three thousand shells … should be enough." Kamel recalled the production method of the runic substrate he saw in the runic forge, and he had to admit that this lifespan was completely enough. "Then the problem of the accelerator rail is solved. But the array used on the shells … it seems to be the magic array of the elven system?"
"That's right, the Blessing of the Wind, a basic spell with the suffix of Hurricane. Skilled Elven Rangers will add the power of the wind to every arrow they shoot. This can make flying objects almost immune to the interference of the airflow, and also greatly increase their flying speed and distance. I think this thing can also be used on cannonballs. Although the size is a bit bigger, cannonballs are still flying."
Kamel hesitated. "The magic system of the elves and the magic system of the humans …"
"Basically, humans can't use elven magic. This is because the brain structure of the two races is slightly different, so the way humans perceive magic is different from elves. Of course, the way they cast spells is also different. Therefore, elven magic has to be converted into human spell models to be mastered by human spellcasters. And for those spells that can't be converted into spell models, there's no way for humans to cast them. But …" Gwen nodded, but the tone of his words suddenly changed. "This is just a problem that spellcasters will encounter when casting spells. There's no such difference between magic circles and runes, and there's no such difference in mathematics!"
"What do you mean?"
"I got the 'magic circle expression' of the Blessing of the Wind from Solderlin. This is a magic circle based on elven magic. Elves can draw it, humans can draw it too. No matter who drew it, it will still work," Gwen said unhurriedly. "But this magic circle is a bit too complicated, it consumes too much energy, and the materials needed to draw it are too expensive. So I hope you can optimize it and reconstruct these runes using the formulas of runic logic. The language of the elements is universal. Although these runes are used by elves, their elemental meaning is no different from human runes. "
"Yes, the language of the elements is universal …" Kamel's voice gradually became a little more enthusiastic. "The language of mathematics … should also be universal …"
Gwen nodded. "If runic logic can optimize this magic circle, then we can prove one thing: mathematics, like the language of the elements, is the language of truth. At least in the field that we can already touch, it has such a role. The application of runic logic will be greatly expanded. From now on, not only the human spell system, but also the elven spell system can be incorporated into the world built by the Jenny formula and the Ravenkaise constant! "
Kamel was silent for two seconds. Suddenly, he bowed to Gwen solemnly and said, "I will make all of this happen with my own hands!"
"I look forward to your results." Gwen smiled. "But don't delay the weapon design on your line. Energy weapons are also a must."
Kamel left. Gwen stood up from behind the desk and came to the window sill, quietly looking in the direction of the north bank.
There were not many buildings in the territory for the time being. His sight could directly cross the administrative district, the residential area, and the dock area in the north of the city. With the powerful vision of the legendary Knight, he could see very far.
It was a clear day after the snow stopped. The scenery of the north bank of the Whitewater River was even faintly visible.
The newly formed Twenty-Five Production and Construction Brigade and the sixteen Typhon captives had been sent to the north bank to carry out the construction work of a new residential area. Scaffolding of different heights gradually grew on the land like withered branches in the winter snow. The Month of Mist was coming to an end. After the sixty-day-long 'month' ended, it would be the colder and more difficult 'Cold Month'. In the land of the nobles, there would be a large number of poor people who had nothing to their name to face the biggest test of life and death every year. Cecil's Domain would complete the last batch of construction projects this year, preparing for the next year's population growth and spring plowing.
After the Cold Month was the Month of Recovery. After the spring plowing began, farming would be busy everywhere, and it would not be so easy to buy cheap serfs. However, there would never be a shortage of refugees. There would always be civilians who lost their land, their homes, or were expelled or fled from their homeland for various reasons. They were like ants migrating from one territory to another. Some died on the road, some died in foreign lands, and even if the weather was good, there would still be people who left their homeland.
After all, this was the withered south. A hundred years had passed since the decline of the Cecil family. Countless pioneering strongholds and grain stores had been reduced to nothing in the process of the nobles' redivision of power. Land was easy to be abandoned but difficult to rebuild. Coupled with the constant friction between the nobles in the south, people simply could not settle down to reclaim new land and build homes. Therefore, refugees had almost become a 'normal phenomenon' in the south. Nobles big and small had long been accustomed to it.
Under such circumstances, as long as there was a piece of land that was stable and could fill people's stomachs, it would naturally attract a large number of people to move in. Gwen only needed to consider two questions. The first was whether he could 'eat' so many people. The second …
The second was whether those 'good neighbors' would watch Cecil's territory grow bigger and bigger.
The Captical also had a heavy snow, and it was the heaviest snow since the beginning of winter.
Veronica stood on the highest tower of the Cathedral of Holy Light. She was unaware of the cold wind blowing snow from the roof and hitting her face.
This was the highest place in the cathedral. A special prayer room was built at the top of the tall steeple. The roof of the prayer room was inlaid with a priceless holy light crystal. The crystal penetrated the roof and reached out to the sky. Believers believed that setting up an energy crystal at a high place was the best way to get close to God.
Therefore, this prayer room at the top of the steeple was also the most special place in the entire cathedral. Ordinary believers were not qualified to enter. Even Veronica was only allowed to enter after passing the 'test of God'.
However, she did not pray, nor did she look up at the holy light crystal that could make any believer of the holy light ecstatic. She just opened the window and looked down at the people walking on the ground.
The snow had not been swept away. The whole city was shrouded in silver. The square and several roads in front of the cathedral were also covered with a layer of pure white. The pure color covered all the dirt, filth, and decay. Whether it was sewage, feces, or even frozen corpses, they were all temporarily covered by the white as if they had never existed.
The people who came to worship walked in the white snow. They were the citizens in colorful winter clothes, the wealthy merchants, the Knight, and the nobles. They were divided into several distinct streams and walked into the cathedral from different gates. They were seeking the guidance of God in this building that was blessed by the holy light and some psychological comfort that would allow them to continue their current lives with peace of mind.
During this process, the snow was trampled by the crowd and melted by the sun. Behind the worshippers, the black street appeared once again. It was mixed with the mud from the melted snow, as dirty as the worshippers.
Veronica suddenly closed her eyes. She took a deep breath. When she opened her eyes again, her expression was calm again. There was no emotion in her eyes.
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