Cohen walked down the spacious and bright corridor of the Institute of Arcanotech. Researchers in white robes came and went around him, and from time to time, some of them would stop and greet each other before heading to their respective labs together.
Cohen was wearing the same white robe.
It took seventy-two steps to walk from the entrance to the front hall, and one hundred and two steps to walk from the front hall to the First Practical Technique Lab. In between, he would pass through three doors and a corridor. Cohen walked down the path that he was beginning to familiarize himself with, and every step he took was precise.
He looked down at himself. The white robe was almost unadorned, and there was only a metal card on the chest of the robe. On the card was his name and a series of serial numbers. It was not a robe with magical effects. It was just a cloth robe. If there was anything special about it, it would be that almost everyone in the institute wore similar robes, and this robe had a very special meaning in this land.
This robe represented the identity of a 'Magician', a title that was unique to this land and had never been heard of before.
Cohen had been working in the Institute of Arcanotech for more than four weeks, or more than forty days, since he came to this land. For the level-three arcanist from the Captical, life in Cecil's territory was not exactly what he had imagined. He had met the powerful ancient arcanist and the legendary pioneer hero as he had wished. He had also seen the Magic Net, the Magic Engine, and other miraculous creations of some lost technology. But aside from these, the environment he was in was very different from what he had imagined.
This wasn't a barren land that was difficult to develop. The Cecil people had already established themselves here and were flourishing at an unimaginable rate. However, at the same time, this wasn't a land that followed classical etiquette. Even though the one who established this land was a true ancient hero, the rules of the Cecil people could be described as unorthodox in the eyes of a mage like Cohen.
The great freedom of the commoners, the retirement of the aristocracy, and the efficient control of the government … Cecil's territory was in the southern border of Ansu, but everything here seemed to be in a distant, foreign land that only appeared in stories. Cohen had thought that he was invited here as a mage to bury himself in some ancient relics and books that emitted a moldy smell. He did not expect to be an 'Apprentice Magician', learning a set of knowledge that he had never heard of before, and learning with a group of mage apprentices, craftsmen, and scholars.
In this field, everyone's starting line was the same, and Extraordinaries had no special privileges.
To be honest, it was not easy for him to get used to it at first. But now, he had gradually gotten used to it. He was not the son of a noble family, nor was he a gifted mage. He was just the son of a lucky merchant. He did not enjoy any special privileges as an Extraordinaire in the circle of mages in the capital. Naturally, it was much easier for him to get used to it. Furthermore, he wisely realized one thing: no matter how unorthodox the things that happened in this land were, he had no right to question them. Because the order of this land was Gawain. Cecil's. The person who established this order also established the order in Ansu 700 years ago.
Today's so-called "civilized society's rules" in Ansu were nothing more than the words of the ancient hero casually said seven centuries ago. So, it was meaningless to talk about "etiquette and orthodoxy" in Cecil's territory. What the Grand Duke said was the orthodoxy.
Cohen had long been clear about this belief, but he himself did not know whether this belief was born when he saw Master Kamel's attitude towards Gwen. It was born after Cecil bowed to him.
With some random thoughts in his mind, Cohen came to the door of the first practical technology research lab. But before he opened the door, a young girl with a flaxen ponytail ran out from the corridor, waving a rolled up paper in her hand. "Cohen! The new issue of Cecil's Weekly! I bought it for you. Don't forget to treat me to a meal later! "
Cohen raised his hand and took the weekly from the girl's hand. He casually agreed, and then watched the girl run happily to another laboratory at the end of the corridor.
The girl's name was Medea. She was a mage apprentice brought over from Kant. She came earlier than Cohen and became a "senior" in the research institute of magic engineering technology. Cohen's life in the research institute was taken care of by her. Medea was a passionate girl, and she seemed to be deeply influenced by the thoughts of the feudal lord. She was helpful and did not have much of a sense of hierarchy. Many people in the institute liked this enthusiastic girl very much.
Cohen smiled and shook his head, looking at the newspaper in his hand as he walked into the laboratory where he worked.
The newspaper was also something unique to this land. It did not appear early, only three issues had been published so far, but Cohen was very interested in it. Reading the newspaper was not as tiring as reading a magic book, and the content was very interesting and practical. Cohen used it as a relaxing reading material to regulate his energy. He knew that many people in the institute did the same.
And Cohen knew that the recent project he and his colleagues in the institute were working on had a lot to do with this thing called "newspaper".
"Good morning, Cohen." After entering the laboratory, his colleagues immediately greeted him. A familiar magitech greeted Cohen. The magitech looked at the newspaper in Cohen's hand and could not help but be curious. "What's written in it this time? I haven't had time to read it yet. "
Another magitech smiled and said, "I hope to see the sequel of the last issue of 'Northern Mountain Tales'. I really did not expect that the northern part of the kingdom had so many strange legends."
"Pay more attention to the useful news." Cohen glanced at the magitech and waved the newspaper in his hand. "It says that our king has gone to the border to negotiate with Emperor Typhon. Mr. Godwin predicted that they would meet next week."
"Tsk, this day has come." The magitech who spoke first smacked his lips. "It seems that our king is also very anxious."
"No one likes war, especially His Majesty. He has spent a lot of money." The second magitech said as he laughed. "He spent all his savings to renovate the Silver Castle ten years ago!"
Cohen did not participate in the rest of the conversation. He just smiled and shook his head. He folded the newspaper and put it in his cupboard.
In the remote frontier of the southern frontier, two people who were nothing more than an artisan and a mage apprentice were talking about the negotiations between the king and the emperor of the neighboring country so naturally. And this negotiation was not an old news from a few years ago, but something that happened in the past few days. It was really an incredible scene.
Cecil seemed to be used to all kinds of incredible things, but Cohen, a magician from the Captical, would need a little more time to fully adapt to all of this.
At this moment, a person walked into the laboratory. The magitech who were talking and organizing their personal belongings immediately quieted down.
It was a girl with dark brown hair. She was younger than everyone present, and even looked like she had just come of age. She had a bright smile on her face and walked in with vigor. But no one in the laboratory dared to underestimate this young girl, including Cohen.
This girl, who looked like she was only seventeen or eighteen years old, was the owner of the entire Magitech Research Institute. She also inherited the name of Cecil and was the heir of the ancient family that ruled this land.
"Hello everyone!" The girl happily walked to the center of the laboratory and waved to greet everyone present. She did not look like a noble at all. But Cohen still bowed his head respectfully like everyone else and greeted her in a uniform voice. "Good morning, Countess Rebecca."
"Alright, alright, let's not be so formal." Rebecca waved her hand. "Let's continue the research today. Each group will continue to test the data and materials that you are responsible for. Bruce, Terry, come here. I have a new idea that needs to be tested. "
The work flow of the laboratory immediately came into effect. The people in each 'group' entered their working state in the shortest time possible. Cohen also threw himself into his own task. He had not yet become an official magitech, but was training as an apprentice. But with his level three arcanist aptitude, he had made rapid progress in the field of runic logic, so he was qualified to work in the laboratory in advance.
He cherished this opportunity very much.
The 'magic research' in the Magitech Research Institute was different from other places. There were no dark and cramped magic towers, gloomy and solitary sorcerers, nor were there frightened apprentices or strange and obscure magic experiments. Here, a large number of technicians would discuss and cooperate with each other, and everyone's inspiration and ideas would be explored and tested. A large research project was divided into many small parts in the laboratory, and then several groups would work together to 'tackle the problem'. This unprecedented way of researching magic had opened Cohen's eyes at the beginning, and it did not take him long to be completely immersed in it. This kind of collision of ideas, mixing of inspiration, and sharing of knowledge was much more comfortable than staying in the Captical Association of Sorcerers.
Cohen's task was not complicated. He was responsible for testing which magic could leave a mark on which material and which magic could be used to make sure that the process was reversible.
In fact, most of the groups in the laboratory were doing this simple but boring job.
Cohen knew the purpose of this job. It was to create a 'printing tool' that could be quickly made and reused. The target of this task was hanging on the wall facing the door of the laboratory, and it had been there for many days.
This was why the project that he and his colleagues were working on had a lot to do with the 'newspaper'. Everyone in the laboratory was very smart. Once their research was successful, they could imagine what this new printing tool could be used in.
When he thought that the research he was doing could be transformed into something significant, Cohen felt an unprecedented motivation. This motivation was completely different from learning a new spell after months of rote memorization.
He had a feeling that he was also involved in the construction of history.
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