The prospect that Gwen described seemed to have opened a new door for Rebecca.
In the vast plains of the Southern Territory, steel tracks extended into the boundless distance. Magic-powered locomotives pulled thousands of tons of goods across the land. The gears and levers of the machines roared, and the surging magic engines roared. It was a creation that was far beyond the reach of human strength. Just like the arteries of the Duchy of Cecil, it only took a few days to transport goods and people to a faraway place. In the past, it would have taken a month to travel, and it was even accompanied by life-threatening dangers.
She really wanted to see the scene that her ancestors described.
"We can give it a name," Gwen said. He had wanted to say 'train' directly, but after some thought, he decided not to trouble the editors of the arcanotech industry textbooks. Those respectable scholars had already started to pull out handfuls of hair in order to explain why there was a mysterious' electric 'word in' magic capacitor '. "For example, we can call it the enchanted train to distinguish it from the arcanotech car. Its working mechanism is completely different from the arcanotech car. It uses higher efficiency to transport more goods. Although it can only travel along a fixed track, its efficiency can make up for that limitation. "
He then paused for a moment before continuing, "The arcanotech car also has its own application. It is more flexible, more convenient, and can be used to transport small goods over short distances. It is a perfect complement to the enchanted train, and the transportation network they form could cover every corner of the southern border."
Rebecca's eyes sparkled as she began to outline in her mind how such a transportation tool could be realized. "First of all, it requires a very, very powerful magical engine … We don't have such a large scale one now … but we can consider connecting several engines together … or spreading the engines over several carriages as a power unit. We also need to set up a high-powered magic net to power the engine … I'm afraid there's not enough space in the front, we have to distribute the magic net units to the 'carriages' … the brakes have to be redesigned, and the tracks have to be designed … Ahhh, there are so many things to consider! "
"I'll give you a concept document with a more detailed description. It should give you some inspiration." Gwen looked at Rebecca, but then changed the topic. "But this is a big project, and it will definitely involve a lot of energy. Don't let it affect the subsequent research and development of the arcanotech car and other projects in the same period. As far as I know, the Arcanotech Research Institute has recently undergone a staff expansion. You can use this opportunity to set up a new research team. "
The enchanted train was a very important idea, and Gwen was certainly looking forward to it. But he knew that there was a limit to a person's energy. Even if Rebecca had a talented brain, she would not just give a proposal and a result would pop up with a 'ding'. And while the arcanotech car was finalized, it did not mean that the related technical research and development had been completed. There was still a lot of follow-up technical work to be done. To be honest, Gwen doubted how many threads Rebecca had in her head, and whether she could handle so much work …
After all, from the way the girl spoke and did things without using her brain, she should not have many threads …
"I know!" Rebecca nodded hard. It was obvious that she had not yet calmed down from her eagerness. "I definitely won't hold you back!"
Looking at the excitement in the girl's eyes, Gwen knew that his reminder was mostly useless.
…
In the Arcanotech Research Institute, in the laboratory of Grand Magus Kamel, a magician in a white researcher's robe stood up from a strange-looking chair with the help of others. He then walked stiffly to the chair next to him to rest.
The magician's eyes were a little dazed, and his muscles were tense. After a full ten seconds, he recovered and then looked at Kamel, who was floating not far in front of him. "Master, I've recovered."
Kamel immediately floated half a step forward. "Good, how do you feel?"
"Dizziness, a lot of intricate hallucinations, unknown noises, and occasionally a broadcast. It seems to be a program from the magic network," the magician said. "After sitting in that chair, I felt my muscles were tense. Even when my brain wanted to relax, it did not work. It was as if the connection between the brain and the body was interfered with."
Kamel listened carefully to the description of the magician and sighed (although he was no longer breathing). "… It seems that the neural interference and information injection functions have indeed been achieved, but there are problems with the connection and compilation, and the 'immersion' process is very unreliable."
He then floated to the center of the laboratory and came to the strange-looking chair where the magician had sat before.
This chair was clearly a magical creation, but it was different from any of the arcanotech devices Cecil had ever created. It was a reclining chair that could be used to lie down. The lower half of the chair was a metal base with an extremely complex structure. Its surface was covered with flickering magic runes. The runes on the base were somewhat similar to the runes on the base of the magic network communicator, but they were obviously more complex and profound. On the upper half of the seat, behind the backrest, there were many metal arc-shaped structures extending from the middle of the backrest to the neck and the back of the head. Each of the arc-shaped structures was like a stretched and curved spine that extended all the way to the base of the seat.
On the front of the seat, the area where the person could lie down was covered with a layer of dark blue leather. The leather 'seat cushion' was lined with neatly arranged metal contacts. They extended from the lumbar vertebrae all the way up, forming a matrix that corresponded to the general structure of the human spine.
It was weird and mysterious, even a little scary. An ordinary person who had not seen much of the world would probably not dare to sit on such a chair that looked like some kind of sacrificial prop.
"It was made strictly according to the information provided by the lord, including the basic runic array and every nerve connection point. We only reset the direction of its connection, so it points to the magic network," another magician said. "But it seems that ordinary people can't connect their consciousness to the chair at all, let alone launch it."
Another magician said, "Even if you remove the clothes and let the skin directly touch the nerve contacts, there is no way to improve the connection effect. Instead, it aggravates the side effects."
Kamel did not say a word. He just floated in front of the chair, and the two arcane flames on his head 'looked' at the flashing runes on the chair.
This weird and somewhat disturbing device was made by Gwen, and the technology used was probably almost terrifying to most ordinary people.
This was the creation of the Eternal Sleeper, a variant of a magic circle called the 'Neural Interactive Mind Network Connection Circle'. The lord found this complex and profound magic circle from the knowledge of the Eternal Sleeper and ordered the Magitech Research Institute to use new technology to restore it.
The researchers were not afraid of the source of the technology because those who could work here at least knew that 'technology is not wrong'. But when they finally built the complex and profound magic runes and created the chair, they found that it did not meet the lord's requirements.
"Perhaps we are missing some key elements," the magician who tested the chair said after a moment of silence. He had recovered some of his spirit, and his voice was steady and powerful. "I heard that the Eternal Sleeper not only uses evil magic, but also uses all kinds of terrible means to transform himself. Just like the Fallen Druil, I suspect that this chair also has a requirement in this regard. It is useless for ordinary people to sit on it. They must be like the Eternal Sleeper, and have undergone a 'transformation' of themselves."
A magicite technician standing beside him immediately shook his head, "This isn't good news …"
Kamel could not help but sigh as he listened to the discussion of the other researchers.
If only his nervous system was still there, perhaps he could actually feel what was wrong with the chair. But it was a pity that he did not even have his eyes and face, let alone his nervous system …
He shook his head and said in a buzzing voice, "It is useless to continue the discussion. Let us readjust the position of the connection points and the state of the arc-shaped spinal bridge, and try again."
The magicians immediately moved and began to readjust the chair. A new tester also came forward and was ready to perform the test after the chair was restarted. With Kamel, the legendary mage here, there was no need to worry about the risk of death. Directly testing on a human was the simplest and fastest way.
This was also a unique 'high-efficiency mode' of a laboratory with a Transcendent in charge.
But just as the group of magicians were busy readjusting the chair and Kamel was about to order the restarting of the test, a voice suddenly came from the direction of the laboratory door and interrupted their work.
"Try a few more times and it will be the same. There is a key element that is not right."
Kamel looked up and looked in the direction of the voice. He saw the hunched Pitman slowly walking into the laboratory. The little old man was still wearing his gray Druil robe, his hair and beard a mess, but there was a smile on his face that deserved a beating.
Pitman always seemed to deserve a beating whenever he smiled, so Kamel decided to ignore the old man's expression.
"Key element?" He looked at the Pitman who had come up to him. "Also, how did you find the time to come here?"
"I heard about your research project from Miss Rebecca. She seems to think that I, a Druil, can help you. And I think her idea makes sense." The Pitman chuckled and then circled around the weirdly shaped chair. "The technology of the Eternal Sleepers is to establish a connection between magical creations and the human brain. Pay attention, it is the human brain and the magical creations. You seem to have only focused on the magical creations, but neglected the subtle role of 'biological structure' in this process. You lack the guidance of a professional Druil …"
Kamel nodded slightly and said in a serious tone, "The research institute's funding is limited."
"… I haven't said that I want money!" The Pitman suddenly glared at Kamel, and then squinted at him. "Say, even a thousand-year-old guy like you has learned how to joke?"
"I don't joke. I'm just trying to stop the loss of the research institute's funding," said Kamel with a green face. "The last time you came to provide guidance, you directly caused us to lose half a month's funding. Of course, if you can really help us, I don't mind treating you to a meal as an individual. "
"… Forget it. Who would want to eat with you a second time? I can't eat when you float beside me and cut more than 80 colors in one minute." The Pitman waved his hand and then pointed to the chair in the middle of the laboratory. "There is no problem with the design of this thing, but I'm afraid that even the feudal lord doesn't know that there is a technical detail in it. The connection to the basic runic array is something called artificial nerve cord. It can't be replaced by ordinary magic-conducting materials."
Kamel's tone was full of curiosity. "Artificial nerve cord?"
"It's a kind of thing made of a mixture of biomass and magic-conducting metals. You can think of it as a living thing, although in fact it's more like a magic puppet," said the Pitman slowly. "I'm not sure if I can make it, but maybe I can give it a try."
Kamel looked at the Pitman's face that never seemed to be serious. "… I'm afraid this is not the kind of knowledge that an ordinary Druil knows?"
The Pitman smiled slightly. "Who knows? I happen to be a naturalist. "
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