At the highest point of the Gloom Mountain Range.
The telescope pointing at the Great Wall adjusted its angle slightly, and the light curtain in the distance reflected a hazy ripple on the lens. In the background of the light curtain, a thin layer of fog floated above the vast Black Forest and the Decayed Plains. The fog rose in spirals as if it was an ever-changing illusion.
The tall monitor turned around and reported to Gwen, who was standing behind him. "The brightness of the Great Wall is normal. The overload signs have been confirmed to have subsided."
Heti and Amber were also there. The former was standing beside Gwen, while the latter had curiously gone behind the telescope and looked at the barrier in the distance through the lens. Listening to the monitor's report, Amber also exclaimed, "Looks like it's really back to normal!"
"The barrier has been restored for more than forty years. What about sending a copy to the Rock Fortress?" Amber asked curiously as she took the letter. "This will take many days."
"This kind of letter must be handwritten. This is for security, and … those guys in Saint Sunil might not recognize the Duke's seal on the copy." Gwen shook his head helplessly. "The City Hall took so long to get used to the file transmission system, and they still haven't gotten used to it completely. You can't expect Saint Sunil to do better than the City Hall in this regard."
"Tsk … those old fogeys, compared to you, I think they're the ones who have been lying in their coffins for seven hundred years."
Gwen thought about it and felt that there was something wrong with Amber's compliment, but he just could not find any fault with it …
At this time, the little maid Betty's voice suddenly came from outside the door, interrupting his conversation with Amber. "Master! Master Pitman is looking for you! "
Gwen paused for a moment, then vaguely guessed something in his heart. He hurriedly said, "Let him in!"
The door of the study opened, and the hunchbacked old Druil walked into the room with a smile on his face. The little old man had a triumphant smile on his face, and the first thing he said after entering the room was, "Lord, I've brought good news."
"It seems that the nerve cord test has been completed?" Gawain smiled as if he had expected this. "It seems that the state of emergency this time hasn't affected the progress of your research."
"Once the door of the research institute is closed, who cares if there's a flood outside?" Pitman said nonchalantly. "If a researcher can't even stay calm, then they might as well go home and plant potatoes."
He paused for a moment before saying, "I've already installed the new nerve cable into Kamel's equipment. Do you want to take a look?"
"Of course." Gwen suddenly stood up and looked at Amber. "You too …"
Amber did not wait for the other party to reach out and grab her. She said, "Of course I have to go with you. I'm also very curious about the 'Telepathic Network' that you guys have been researching recently!"
Soon, Gwen and Amber came to the Magitech Research Institute. In the laboratory specially set up for the 'Neural Interaction Connection Technology', the brand-new connection device had been placed on the round table in the center of the laboratory.
Kamel and Rebecca stood next to the connection device, and a dozen technicians in white robes were busy around, checking the connection device, or checking the other runic arrays connected to the device.
Even Jenny, who usually did not leave the Rune Research Institute, was there. Although her main focus was not in the field of application, she played a pivotal role in analyzing the spell of the Eternal Sleeper and reconstructing the runic array. She naturally played a part in the completion of the connection device, so it was reasonable for her to check the finished product here.
Gwen nodded to Jenny and Kamel, and then his eyes fell on the seat behind Rebecca. "Is this … the finished product?"
The connection device was not what he had initially expected. It did not look like a magical device of this era at all, but more like a future product that had transcended time and space. The silver-white cockpit was fixed on a large and stable base. In the rear half of the cockpit, under the extended backrest, there was a hollowed-out shape. Several shimmering, metal-like 'pipes' connected the backrest to the base below. Inside the cockpit, there was a streamlined leather lining. A large number of metal contacts were distributed on the lining, and the contacts were connected together in the shape of a spine.
This unique design of course could not be the style of a contemporary sorcerer. Obviously, Kamel, a sorcerer from the Kingdom of Gondor, had once again used the style in his memory on Cecil's magical creation.
The standout was a Magitech Punk.
The only thing that stood out was that the style of this toy was different.
Gwen did not care about the style. After all, nothing in the land of Cecil had a normal style. As a pragmatist, he only cared about whether this thing was useful or not.
"We have done all the offline tests and part of the online tests. The connection is to the Magic Net." Kamel's body was buzzing. He was overflowing with a pleasant light blue color, which showed that the master sorcerer was in a good mood. "Based on the psychic illusion technology of the Eternal Sleeper, we have created a 'connection interface' for this device. This interface can operate stably when connected to the Magic Net and protect the user's consciousness."
Pitman added, "I helped to make this interface. Fortunately, my 'skills' are not out of practice."
Gwen knew what Pitman meant by 'skills', but Amber was confused. "Skills? What skills? Old man, you have other skills besides forgery and fortune-telling? "
"Don't be silly. I have a lot of skills." Pitman waved his hand, ignoring Amber's words. He then pointed to the three 'tubes' under the seat. "This is the new nerve cord. It was made with the information you gave me. To be honest, if I have the chance, I must meet the person who designed it. He is a genius. I never thought that artificial nerve cord could be modified into a non-implantable one. This requires not only a genius, but also an extreme familiarity with the nervous system and the nerve cord's working process. To be honest, if such a person could join the research institute, it would be more valuable than working alone outside. "
"If a person has been tortured by the sequelae of the nerve cord implantable for more than a decade, then he would naturally understand the nerve cord's working process." Gwen sighed. "Don't worry. With this device, you will soon have a chance to meet the person who developed the non-implantable nerve cord. But I'm afraid he won't have the chance to join our research system. His task is not any easier than yours."
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