As the last rune was connected to the entire magic circle, the rune substrate on the experiment table instantly started to operate.
Magic power was injected into the substrate through the transmission device on the experiment table. The standard runes that were fastened to the substrate for laboratory tests lit up one by one. The flow of magic power flowed between the magic-conducting materials in an orderly manner and was transformed into a specific spell effect. A cloud of light blue air appeared above the substrate and formed a specific whirlpool according to the guidance of the rune lines.
Of course, the clean air mass or air flow itself was invisible. The light blue color was actually the effect of "elemental light" caused by the interaction of magic power and active elements in the air. Seeing the familiar elemental light, Kamel knew that his experiment was a success.
The Jenny formula and Ravenketh constant were still valid when dealing with the magic runes of the elven system. The Blessing of Wind, a classic elven spell, was perfectly controlled in the human laboratory.
Looking at the rotating air mass, Kamel fell into deep thought for a moment.
When did the concept of "spellcasting" gradually deviate from his understanding?
Traditional mages were proud of their individual spellcasting ability. Only those who could use their own hands and their own spiritual power to create the effects of spells could be regarded as qualified spellcasters. However, something like "talent" congenitally limited everyone's highest spellcasting ability. A person with insufficient talent, no matter how outstanding his mind was, no matter how hard he studied, he would not be able to release spells. But … what kind of spellcasting was this? What kind of spellcasting was this? What kind of spellcasting was this? What kind of spellcasting was this?
In the traditional mages' view, this was called "magic circle spellcasting." It was still the monopoly of mages because only those with the talent for spellcasting could draw magic circles by sensing the flow of magic power. The higher the talent for spellcasting, the more complex the magic circle could be. Therefore, spellcasting through a magic circle was essentially no different from individual spellcasting. However, the research magic circle in front of him … was actually made by the assistant researchers in the Rune Research Institute.
They were a group of very low or even ordinary people with no talent for magic.
They designed all the rune structures by means of pen and paper calculations. Kamel was just guiding them from the side. Although the Blessing of Wind was only the most basic thing in the elven spell system and was only a level one to level two spell in the human spell system, a group of ordinary people reconstructed a usable magic circle. This in itself challenged the traditional concept of "spellcasting."
A slightly excited voice came from the side and interrupted Kamel's thoughts. "Master Kamel … We did it!"
"Yes, we did it!" "These elven runes are indeed operating according to the structure of rune knot-interference knots!" "We did it!"
The assistant researchers were gathered here. They looked at the stable operation of the magic circle on the experiment table and couldn't help but get excited. However, because Carmel was present, they didn't dare to cheer loudly. The prestige of a grand magus was still deeply ingrained in their hearts.
Kamel looked up and swept his eyes across the white robes of the researchers. The white robes were the "technical staff's exclusive clothing" designed by the lord. This kind of robe did not have any magic support effect, but wearing this white robe was the highest honor in the hearts of many magicite technicians in the domain. Looking at the excited researchers, he vaguely saw the old friends who stood in the laboratory with him a thousand years ago …
In the next second, Kamel woke up and said with a slightly trembling voice, "Yes, we did it. Every one of you is good. All of this is worth celebrating. I will propose to President Jenny to hold a celebration in the institute tonight!"
The researchers left the laboratory with the excitement of the success of the experiment and the anticipation of dinner. Kamel returned to the experiment table and looked at the other few drawings fixed on the shelf next to it.
It was the design of the acceleration track, and some parameters that the lord had sent over not long ago.
He did not know how the lord determined these parameters, but these parameters were quite effective after preliminary testing. Now that the step of adding air to the cannonball was completed, the next task was to create the acceleration track.
Kamel had seen the dawn of success because all the theoretical parts of the drawings had been solved, and in his deduction, these things should not be too big of a problem in practical testing. This new weapon, named "Magic Crystal Railgun" by the lord, may be able to be turned into a finished product from the drawings soon. However, compared to the physical cannon, his research on directed energy weapons had encountered some problems.
He did not have enough hands.
There were only a dozen assistant researchers in the Rune Research Institute, and Jenny had sent half of them to work under him. The rest of the researchers were following Jenny to do research on the interference problem in the intermediate rune system. Obviously, they could not be moved.
Kamel's researchers were going to research and test the acceleration track, cannonball charging, fuze, and so on. Although the theoretical parameters were ready, it was not so easy to turn the theoretical drawings into a practical product. It was foreseeable that for a long time in the future, the institute would not have extra people to help him with the directed energy weapons problem. Kamel had enough energy, but without assistants, his efficiency would not be high.
This was not the first time that Kamel was worried about the lack of assistants. He felt that he had to solve this problem, otherwise, even if he solved this problem, he would still be short of manpower in the future.
The ancient magister could not help but think of the new facility the lord ordered to build, the comprehensive research center called the Magitech Research Institute. He knew that the research institute was more of a practical department, there were large laboratories and skilled technicians who were good at dealing with practical problems. Strictly speaking, the Magitech Research Institute was more suitable to deal with his weapons research project, but that research institute had just broken ground, and he was afraid that he could not count on it in a short time.
What's more, even if the facility was completed, the technicians there had a lot of work waiting to be done. Those were all magitech technicians, their work was probably already full.
So where could he find a group of assistants?
There were not enough intellectuals in the whole territory who could be trained as magitech technicians … unless he could find a way to bring in a group of talents.
While thinking, Kamel suddenly remembered a name he had heard when chatting with Jenny not long ago.
He left the research institute and went straight to the Cecil General Academy in the south of the institute.
Santis had just finished his afternoon classes. After giving the children homework to copy runes and memorize basic rune patterns, he packed up his teaching equipment and prepared to go back to the dormitory to rest.
The young arcanist was used to life in the Cecil Domain.
Every day, he prepared lessons, taught classes, explained the mysteries of the magic world to the children, checked the students' progress and homework, then got off work and went back to the dormitory to prepare for the next day's classes. At mealtime, he went to the cafeteria to eat with the teachers of the academy and discuss the students' progress. Occasionally, he would feel helpless because of those students with bad grades, but most of the time, he would be overjoyed because of the students' progress. Sometimes, the students would even bring some gifts, most of which were snacks that they baked at home or beautiful stones that they picked up from the river. The second situation was more common.
He was at a loss at first, but now the beautiful stones were piled up on the windowsill of his dormitory.
Santis liked his life in the Cecil Domain.
There was no intrigue in the capital, no suffocating and oppressive atmosphere in the Mage Tower, no cynicism and discrimination from the superior nobles and sorcerers. This was a place that made him feel more comfortable. Although this place was at the border, and although this place was considered by the lords of the capital to be a 'barren land that only fools would go to', Santis felt that there was no other place that made him feel more comfortable than here.
Let the Captical lords be narrow-minded as they wish. It would be better if they didn't come.
Santis held his teaching kit under his arm. There was a set of drawing tools, a textbook, a lesson plan, and a box of wooden rune "blocks" used for demonstrations. Except for the textbook, the rest were made by him. He walked out of the main teaching building and looked at the scenery of the academy.
The snow that fell a few days ago had been shoveled away by the students and school workers. In the coldest season of winter, the Cecil Academy was not deserted. Santis saw the people who came to the night school walking to another building in groups of three or five. Those were the workers who had just gotten off work. Since more and more factories in the domain made "literacy and numeracy" the standard for senior workers, more and more people took the initiative to come to the night school.
After all, only those who could read and count could easily learn how to operate the machines in the factory. Only then could they understand the complicated tasks given by the foremen. And the workers who operated the machines … their income was nearly twice as high as the illiterate laborers who could only carry bags and bricks.
A cluster of shining arcana light suddenly appeared in his sight. Santis could not help but stop.
It was Kamel, the most powerful spellcaster in the domain and a sorcerer from the ancient Kingdom of Gondor.
As a level-two arcanist who grew up in the circle of sorcerers the Captical, Santis was subconsciously nervous.
After confirming that the ancient sorcerer was really floating towards him, Santis hurriedly took a deep breath to calm himself down and took the initiative to greet him. "Good afternoon, Master Kamel."
"Mr. Santis, we've met before when the lord showed me around the academy." Kamel stopped in front of Santis and went straight to the point. "I want to talk to you about something."
"You want to talk to me about something?" Santis was stunned for a moment and hurriedly nodded. "Of course, of course, no problem. Please go ahead."
"I need some assistants to help me complete a very important magic project."
"Ah … Ah?" Santis was stunned for a moment, and then he was even more stunned. "You need assistants … Then they should be at least middle-rank or even senior-rank sorcerers who are qualified to be your apprentices …"
"According to what I know so far, most of the sorcerers in this era are idiots. As long as their thinking is fixed, middle-rank and senior-rank sorcerers are useless to me," Kamel commented bluntly. "I want to ask you, do you know any friends like you in the Captical circle of sorcerers?"
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