Gwen's plan to let the Iron Fireball Doll make the original cement had failed, but he did not intend to give up so easily. The experience from Earth may not work, but the idea from Earth was not necessarily wrong. Perhaps the formula of some things was different, but that did not mean that it was worthless. At the very least, a cheap, large, and easy to process building material should be useful everywhere.
Even if it was renamed Magic XX in this world, it would still be the same.
He sent Rebecca to continue to experiment with the new manufacturing process, and told her the general idea and his expected goal. It was not a random attempt without direction. Although his own production method failed, Gwen knew that this world once had "cement".
In the depths of the ruins in the mountains, he and his people had seen the material. The engineers of the ancient Kingdom of Gondor used man-made materials instead of stone to build the fortress in the mountains, and made the fortress stronger and more durable than the usual stone fortresses. There was no sign of collapse even after a thousand years.
In Gwen Cecil's memory, the material was developed as early as the Age of Steel before the Age of Sparks, and was used for ten centuries. After many improvements and refinements, it was one of the most widely used building materials in the Empire by the end of the Gondor period.
And this was what Gwen regretted the most: after the collapse of the Kingdom of Gondor, a large number of technologies were lost. Some were because the technology itself relied on the Deep Blue Magic Well, some were because the group of people who mastered the technology went extinct and did not leave behind any information, and some were because the raw materials (or the environment) needed for the technology had been contaminated. The Kingdom of Gondor's "Otherworld Cement" was one of the many lost technologies.
Due to the chaos of that era, Gwen was not sure which of the three reasons for the loss of the technology, but it was not because of the Magic Well. The production of Otherworld Cement was the same as Earth's cement. It did not require too complicated equipment or too advanced energy, so it was most likely the extinction of talents, the loss of information, or the problem with the raw materials. In any case, this technology that was supposed to be the most basic and one of the cornerstones of civilization was gone just like that.
Seven hundred years later, the Ansu people were still building houses with stones and wood, and the nobles who could afford it would extravagantly use all kinds of spells and alchemical potions to make their palaces and castles more delicate and solid. But the latter obviously did not meet Gwen's requirements of "universal, cheap, and mass-produced".
Although the technology was broken, it was not impossible. After all, it was one of the most common basic technologies of the Kingdom of Gondor. Gwen Cecil had seen it before, even if he had not done it himself. Now, there were still fragments of the relevant technology left in his mind. He handed these fragments to Rebecca. As for how much the technology could be restored … that would depend on the ability of the Ironhead Fireball Doll.
At this time, Gwen could not help but sigh. If only the Gwen Cecil of seven hundred years ago had been a keyboard warrior … If only he had a little bit of strength and distributed a little bit of knowledge, the situation now would be much better. Not to mention other things, at least he could memorize the cement formula!
In the spirit of "hundreds of thousands of years ago, who could be afraid of a satellite descending to earth", Gwen unscrupulously muttered to the original owner of his body, and then began to make a list of various experiments that he had to do next.
Then, in the next few days, Amber saw Gwen send a lot of things to the tent. There were strange mineral powders, metal containers that were pieced together, large and small crystal lenses, as well as magnets and metal wires that were commonly used by mages and diviners. These messy things were piled up on the table. A small half of them were urgently purchased from Tanzania Town, and the rest were processed by Heti and the craftsmen under the guidance of Gwen.
Looking at the things on the table, the half-elf lady was dumbfounded. "What are you doing?"
Gwen fiddled with the lens in front of him and answered without raising his head, "Experiment."
"Nobles are really hard to understand." Amber blinked her eyes, and then as if she had finally caught Gwen's little tail, her eyes lit up. "Oh oh! I finally found out! You really can't pretend anymore, you've started to lose your will to play around! I've said it before, how could a nobleman with a normal brain endure suffering for so long? You've finally started to waste money and manpower … Ouch ouch ouch! "
Gwen twisted Amber's ear twice before letting go. He curiously looked at this annoying fellow. "I don't understand, do you have a bad memory or something? Can't you be a little cuter?"
"Nonsense! I'm a great thief, but I'm tied up here as your bodyguard. Usually, I'm either guarding your bunch of scribbles or patrolling the mountains and plains for you to collect intelligence. Sometimes, when I'm free, you ask me to study scribbles with you. Do you even respect my profession?! "
The half-elf lady spoke with conviction, but the main idea could be summed up in three words: I'm free.
"You're not as motivated as Betty." Gwen helplessly facepalmed. "She comes to me every day to learn how to read after she's done with her work. Is it so hard for you to learn addition, subtraction, multiplication, and division?"
"Oh? So that little maid is really learning how to write? " Amber blinked and became excited. "No wonder these two days, someone said that when they saw her alone, she would be nagging, and whenever she had time, she would take a branch and write on the ground …"
"Fine, fine, fine. Anyway, I don't care about you. If you're really bored, go out and play by yourself." Gwen waved his hand at Amber. "Anyway, there are three things you're not allowed to do: You're not allowed to steal, you're not allowed to cause trouble where people are working, and you're not allowed to fight with people. Of course, you're allowed to fight with geese."
After getting Gwen's permission, Amber immediately rolled back into the shadows happily. As her body gradually disappeared, she muttered, "You're really weird. Why do you always emphasize geese in front of me …"
After Amber left, Gwen finally had a chance to focus on the pile of things.
He had already tested some of them, and the rest were still in the process of being verified.
Before sitting back on the chair, he first glanced at the big basket next to him, and then sighed slightly.
The big basket contained the indescribable aggregates made by Rebecca when she was firing cement. Originally, Rebecca was going to throw them away, but Gwen kept them and deliberately put them in a place where he could see them at any time.
He treated them as a kind of warning, a kind of symbol, a kind of symbol that constantly reminded him that "this world" was "this world".
He looked away from those things and glanced at a container on the table. He lowered his head and wrote a new record in Chinese on the paper:
"Ansu year 735, the 46th day of the month of frost, the 23rd day of the camp's development, the production of gunpowder failed. According to the experience of Earth, the classic formula and the various modified formulas are ineffective. None of the finished products can produce rapid combustion, release a large amount of heat in a short period of time, or similar effects. The finished products of the classic formula are not flammable at all. The finished products of the first modified formula can burn quietly in the air, but the flame is dim and weak, worse than burning straw. The second formula also burns quietly, but has a bright and stable flame. Originally intended to be used for illumination, but it emits a pungent smell …
"If I continue to test, I may find a usable otherworldly version of the gunpowder formula, but I have vaguely realized that this route is probably not the best choice. It is gradually drifting away from the 'magic' of this world, and its power is not desirable. Researching a kind of explosive rune that can be industrialized and mass produced is probably more reliable than gunpowder."
In addition to this new record, there were more records on the paper, and Gwen's eyes swept across them:
"Ansu year 735, the 45th day of the month of frost, the 22nd day of the camp's development, it is confirmed that electromagnetic induction is ineffective, at least the process of 'magnetism to electricity' is ineffective, and no current is generated in the coil. It has been confirmed that magnets exist in the North and South poles, and their properties are consistent with the magnets on Earth. The wind element rune provided by Heti can also sense even the weakest electrical stimulation, and although the coil is rough, it meets the requirements, so the problem can only be electromagnetic induction itself. It is still not possible to verify whether the process of 'electromagnetism to electricity' is also ineffective, because Heti's lightning arrow magic can not provide a stable and safe current, and her palm thunder almost hit Amber's hair …
"It seems that the plan of using a generator to charge the wind magic circle has to be put aside for the time being, until I have mastered something like thermoelectric generation."
"… Prepare to give up on the steam engine. The experiment results are simply a headache. The process of boiling water in this world looks the same as on Earth, but the driving force of the steam is very small. Perhaps the expansion coefficient of water in the process of transforming into steam is much smaller than on Earth. I suspect that the 'water' here is not water at all, or it may be the ubiquitous' water element 'in this world that is playing tricks. This unreasonable thing has changed the specific performance of the three states of water …"
"… Although I usually drink it, wash my hands and face with it, and it can also be used to water the ground and flowers, but this doesn't prove anything: my body is already made up of the elements of this world, and my senses are also operating according to the rules of this world. Except for the consciousness from Earth in my head, there is no part of me that can jump out of the 'worldview' of this world to observe and observe … Is the blue sky that I see really 'blue'?"
"… In any case, the route has to be adjusted. The proudest part of the human civilization on Earth has been hit hard: I can't 'boil water' here. Without the boiler, how can I get the most basic machines working?"
"Ansu 735 … Heti has never heard of 'coal', and neither has the Druil named Pitman. In fact, even in Gwen Cecil's memory, there is no such thing … The good news is that charcoal can still be burned."
"… The Empire of Typhon produces a 'flammable stone', but it is not coal, but white 'flammable stone', which seems to be a kind of sediments in the sea. It is more resistant to burning than wood, but it is not easy to ignite. Also, it is said that the combustion is very unstable, and the smell it produces is not pleasant. Only the poor will use it for warmth.
"… Oh my god, gold is a semiconductor, and pure silver is non-conductive … What the hell?!
"I think I need a cutting-edge team to give me the entire periodic table of the elements … or at least sort out the properties of all the common substances.
"However, there is no such thing.
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