Watching Kamel disassemble the important mageweath structures in the crown and display them in the air, Gwen showed a look of interest. "Can we crack the mystery of the communication technology with this thing?"
"At least it can get us quite close. If we don't consider the deeper mystery and just want to build a practical communication device, then it's enough," Kamel said happily. "This crown includes all the required runic arrays, including the structures to convert information into magic oscillations, transmit magic oscillations outwards, receive external information, and so on. But we still have a problem to solve … The cost of this crown is very high, and its structure is extremely complicated. The human consciousness is a thing with an extremely large amount of information. In order to transmit the human consciousness stably, this crown is fixed with a mid-level spirit spell … I don't think we need to do this. "
Gwen understood what Kamel meant. This was also what he often emphasized: industrial products should follow the principle of practicality and adequacy, especially the mass-produced goods for ordinary soldiers and workers. As long as they could meet the requirements, then it was a qualified product. But did the mass-produced communication device that Cecil was developing need to transmit human consciousness as a whole?
At least not at the moment. Gwen only asked for the most basic communication platform. As long as it could transmit sound, even Morse code, it was acceptable.
Therefore, a lot of the complicated structures in the crown could be omitted.
"The project of manufacturing mass-produced communication devices and cracking the mental network should be carried out at the same time. One goal is low-end practicality, and the other is cutting-edge research." Gwen made a decision. "Also, about the relationship between the magic environment in nature and the magic field generated by the obelisk, have you found anything recently?"
"This is what I'm going to report to you." Kamel's tone immediately became serious. "After discovering that the oscillations of magic can spread in the magic field, I thought of the process of the communication spell transmitting information in the natural environment. I have the same opinion as you. The 'primordial magic environment' in nature is probably also a kind of magic field — a magic field that looks disorderly, messy, and randomly oscillates on the surface. Based on this conjecture, I conducted an experiment a few days ago. "
Gwen nodded. "Go on."
"I set up a magic circle at the highest point of the Gloom Mountain Range. It is far away from the ground and can avoid the interference of various creatures and magic devices on the surface to the greatest extent. Then I set up a lot of shielding and filtering runes around the magic circle to filter out all kinds of clutter in the natural environment. In the next few days of observation, I found a very brief regular tremor."
"Tremors of the law?" Gawain's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately asked.
"Yes, it lasted less than a second, and it was only observed once." Kamel nodded. "I can't make any conclusions now, but I think our thinking is right. The 'primordial magic environment' in nature should be a huge magic field, which covers our whole world and oscillates constantly. But the oscillation of this magic field is very complicated, and there are a lot of interference in it. Everything in the world has magic, even the magic material that makes the observation circle is one of the interference factors. So it is almost impossible for us to determine the complete law of the magic field in nature. But in the regular tremor of less than a second, we can still boldly assume the existence of this magic field."
"Interference …" Gwen muttered to himself, repeating the most important word in Kamel's words.
So far, the discovery was just as he had guessed. Magic had the nature of waves, and the 'primordial magic environment' in nature was a huge magic field. The so-called magic was very likely to be a variety of energy transfer phenomena caused by the oscillation of magic in this field.
This was a very loose model, a conjecture that seriously lacked evidence. From a scientific point of view, it could not be regarded as a 'scientific point of view,' but it was the most likely explanation for magic in this world that Gwen could think of so far.
Gwen knew that the process of proving a conjecture was very rigorous. Without enough data and evidence, the conjecture could not be regarded as a 'fact' no matter how perfect it was. Kamel also knew this, so the ancient magus used the words' bold conjecture 'more than once when he talked about his experimental conclusions. But to get further experimental results … it was obviously difficult to achieve with the current conditions.
The interference of the experimental observation device itself, the ubiquitous interference in nature … How should these be solved?
Gawain fell into deep thought for a moment. But soon, he saw Pitman leave Patty's side from the corner of his eye. He temporarily put aside the questions in his mind and nodded to the old druid. "How's the situation?"
"I'm afraid it's impossible to restore her limbs," the Pitman said frankly. "The child has lost her limbs for many years, and she has no talent in magic. Flesh and blood regeneration spells can't help her grow her limbs. Unless you use the sorcery of the All Things Eventually Cult, which relies on devouring other people's flesh and blood to reconstruct the body, then there's a chance. I can't do that. If you're interested, you can find a cultist … "
Countess Luo Peini's expression immediately changed. Gawain didn't wait for the old man to finish before he interrupted him, "Don't talk about this nonsense. Tell me something that's feasible."
"The feasible solution is that I can at least control the deterioration of her organs and tissue," the Pitman said proudly. "The child's wounds can't heal, and part of her flesh has been repeatedly festering and regenerating. The main reason is that her vitality has been damaged, and harmful magic has invaded her circulation center. I have a way to separate the harmful magic."
Luo Peini stood quietly by the side when Gwen and Kamel were discussing the problem. But now that they were talking about her daughter, she could no longer remain silent. "To what extent can she recover?"
"You don't have to worry about her deteriorating due to infection. Her external injuries can heal, and her physical strength will improve. After that, she can at least wear normal clothes."
"That's far better than I thought." Luo Peini's face showed a hint of joy. She smiled from the bottom of her heart and bowed to the Pitman. "Thank you very much for your help, respected master."
The Pitman suddenly smiled. He stroked his beard and showed a reserved and elegant smile. "Completing the mission given by the lord is the most basic duty of a consultant. Of course, I don't mind if you praise me a little more …"
Luo Peini, "?"
"Ahem." Gwen knew that the little old man was starting to get carried away again. He quickly coughed and interrupted him. "How long will the treatment take?"
"Well … I'm afraid it will be a long process." The Pitman looked at Gwen's arm, which was thicker than his thigh, and quickly put on a serious face. "The child's body can't withstand too much magic stimulation. The dosage of the magic potion also needs to be controlled. I can perform an elemental purification ritual on her every once in a while. When her condition stabilizes, I can send my apprentice to give her the potion."
As he spoke, he looked at Gwen. This kind of thing required frequent travel between the two territories, and obviously, it needed the lord's consent.
Gwen pondered for a moment. Gilan Hill would be Cecil's ally, and Patty herself was an important springboard for him to understand and spy on the Eternal Sleeper. It was reasonable for him to help. However, the Pitman was not just a Druil. He was also the highest person in charge of the alchemy industry in the territory and the agricultural consultant. Now that the winter was coming to an end, the problem of spring plowing would be considered after the Month of Recovery. The alchemy factory in the territory was also considering expansion. Could the Pitman leave at this time?
But after a short consideration, he nodded. "Yes, but you have to arrange for the spring plowing and the expansion of the factory."
"Of course." The Pitman smiled. "This is not a problem for me."
After Countess Luo Peini went to check on Patty and there was no one around, Gwen looked at the Pitman with a half-smile. "Your ritualistic magic is really useful."
The little old man smiled. "Ritualistic magic is my strength after all."
"But Elemental Purification and Filtering Harmful Magic Power … It doesn't seem like a skill that a low-level druid would master," Gawain said flatly. "Don't tell me you've also learned Shaman spells?"
"I'm so old. It's normal to learn a few more skills," the Pitman said casually.
"… What's the point of mentioning your age in front of me?" Gawain waved his hand and casually ended the topic. He didn't ask any more questions.
The Pitman just quietly looked at Gwen's back as he turned and left. After a long time, the old Druil sighed and shook his head, but there was a slight smile on his face.
Three days later, Gwen and the others left the ancient castle of the Gilan Family and returned to Cecil Hill.
It was the last day of winter.
The cold north wind was no longer mixed with the bone-chilling cold. The 'Reef Star' and the 'Trident Throne' hanging high in the night sky were also quietly moving. The changes of the wind and the stars showed the change of seasons. The Month of Resuscitation was coming.
With the arrival of the Month of Resuscitation, a news began to spread in the eastern region of Ansu and the Holy Spirit Plain. At first, only the traveling merchants and adventurers were spreading some untrue rumors. But soon, more accurate and reliable news came from the mouths of the nobles' coachmen and cooks.
The magic communication tower at the border of Ansu and Typhon was reactivated.
The king was preparing for peace talks with the emperor of Typhon.
But for Gawain, there was something else that he wanted to celebrate more than this piece of news that was within his expectations.
On this cold spring day, a baby was born on the land of Cecil Hill.
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