Those experiment records were the bloody proof of Gwen's "Earth experience" and the rules of this world. He bound them into a book, encrypted them in Chinese, and treated them as his own secret.
In all the experiment records, almost 80% of them were failures.
This meant that although this world looked very livable, and the natural environment was even somewhat similar to Earth on the surface, the underlying rules were completely different from Earth. What supported its operation was an order that Gwen was completely unfamiliar with. In this unfamiliar order, all kinds of supernatural forces, including magic, occupied a considerable amount of weight.
No, perhaps they should not be called supernatural forces anymore. In this world, the power of nature was the hand holding a big fireball, chanting spells, and calling gods.
But Gwen did not really choose to wash up and sleep. On the contrary, this incredible world made him full of fighting spirit.
He believed that all laws could be interpreted and that everything should have a deep law. People should revere nature, but they should not stop at nature just because they revere nature. Since those extraordinary powers did exist in this world, he would study them as if they were real things. Just like the wind, rain, thunder, lightning, and gravity in his hometown, the so-called magic power here was just a part of the natural cycle. Although his "Earth experience" was no longer useful, his way of thinking, which had been honed in the age of information explosion, was not inferior to the conservative nobles and pedantic scholars who were bound by the medieval life, was it possible that his way of thinking, which had been honed in the age of information explosion, was not inferior to the conservative nobles and pedantic scholars who were bound by medieval life.
What's more, it wasn't like all of his experience was useless.
Gwen picked up two transparent lenses on the corner of the table. These were cheap artificial crystals (this kind of cheap was only compared to natural magic stones). The most skilled craftsmen in Tanzania Town polished them for two days before they were polished into a convex lens and a concave lens according to Gwen's request. Gwen held the two lenses in front of his eyes, one in front of the other, and kept adjusting the position until a clear image appeared in his eyes.
Although the speed of light could not be measured, at least the process of light transmission still followed the law that he was familiar with.
At least a telescope could be made — a cheap "Eagle Eye" that could be promoted to civilians.
As long as the cost of artificial crystals was further reduced and the low efficiency of manual polishing was solved, it would be possible.
In addition to the optical phenomenon, the operation of the water wheel also proved one thing: in this world, although the fundamental laws in the microscopic domain might be different from those on Earth, some intuitive and macroscopic physical laws should not be too different from those on Earth.
Therefore, there were still many things that could be done.
After writing down the entry about the telescope in his memo, Gwen let out a long yawn. Only then did he notice that it was completely quiet outside. Night had fallen, and it was time to sleep.
Gwen's ears were very sharp. He could hear faint snoring and sleep-talking coming from nearby. It was Betty and Amber who were sleeping next door. Listening to Amber, who didn't forget to murmur in her sleep that she was rich, he couldn't help but shake his head and smile.
It was time to wash up and sleep.
As the night deepened, the last light in the camp was extinguished. The quiet darkness shrouded the camp, just like the legendary curtain of the Mistress of the Night that sheltered the dreamer. Gwen tried to clear his mind and slowly fell asleep.
Only when everything fell into darkness, some glimmers that would have been ignored by everyone had a chance to show up. Next to Gwen's desk, some extremely subtle light slowly appeared. The glimmer came from the big basket next to the desk, the pile of waste residue that Amber made when she fired the "cement".
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In the camp after nightfall, some people were still awake. They were not the "workers" of the "Cecil Steel Factory". Although Gwen had changed the name of the blacksmith shop and gave the old blacksmith some information about the new production system, all the infrastructure was not perfect, and there was no electricity at the present stage. There was no need for three shifts in any of the sheds in the camp. Those who were awake were the loyal soldiers who were on duty at night.
The militiamen who were on duty in the second half of the night walked through the path with burning braziers and exchanged shifts at various sentry posts. A group of militiamen passed through the stack area in the south of the camp and came to a tent on the periphery of the camp that was independent of all facilities. The leader of the group was a middle-aged soldier with a beard. He confirmed the password and identification token with his comrade who was taking over the shift, and then looked at the tent with a playful expression. "Is that thing sleeping?"
"Nonsense, what else can a stone do besides sleeping?" The leader, who was about to go to rest, shrugged. "I really don't know what's the use of guarding here. It's just a stone ball. It hasn't moved for so many days. Madam Heti has been casting various spells to stimulate it every day, but there's no effect …"
"Cut it out," the leader reminded him. "This is the duke's decision. He ordered us to guard this thing. Do you have a problem with that?"
"Of course not, of course not," the man on the opposite side quickly replied. He then looked down at the exquisite and magical equipment on his body. "I have to thank the duke. I never thought that I would be able to use such a good thing in my life. I have an illusion that I have become Lord Knight …"
"Don't expect this thing to come in handy." The leader who came to take over the shift patted him on the shoulder. "Go back and rest."
The yawning comrades left, and the bearded captain led his four soldiers to take over the security of this place. Leaving the two soldiers standing at the door, he opened the curtain of the tent and stepped inside.
The stone ball, about 1.5 meters in diameter, was sitting quietly in the middle of the tent. A pit was dug under it to ensure that the stone ball could stay in it. There were several thick wooden stakes around it. The thick hemp rope between the stakes had been replaced by ropes mixed with magic threads. The magic threads in the ropes glowed faintly in the night, but their main function was to comfort the mind.
In addition, there were several wooden shelves and a desk in the tent. Some magic stones and alchemy potions were displayed on the shelves, and some scribbled manuscripts were pressed on the desk with paperweights. Ordinary soldiers dared not touch these things: they were Heti's research notes.
Unfortunately, there was no progress in those research notes.
"This thing really hasn't changed at all." A soldier walked around the stone ball. He resisted the urge to hit the stone ball with his spear and muttered, "I heard it's a relic of the ancient Kingdom of Gondor. I thought it's something powerful."
The leader patted the soldier on the head. "Cut the crap. Check carefully to see if there are any cracks on the surface and if there's any movement. After that, you guys can go out first. After an hour, come in and change shifts with me."
The soldiers muttered as they began to inspect the tent, while the squad leader casually looked at the furnishings in the tent. But the moment his gaze shifted away from the stone ball, a faintly discernible feeling spread across his skin as if he had come into contact with static electricity, and it made some of his hairs stand on end.
Those who survived the Cataclysm of Cecil were not to be trifled with. Even a militia leader would be an apprentice Knight in other noble domains. The middle-aged warrior with a beard was instantly alert. He put his hand on the sword at his waist and pulled it out halfway. "Something's wrong!"
However, the next second, the 'electric shock' that made his hair stand on end disappeared. The two soldiers looked at each other nervously as they gripped their spears. One of them glanced at his captain and said, "Boss … you're too nervous, aren't you?"
"No, I did feel …" The leader was also puzzled. But halfway through his explanation, he noticed that the faint magic halo on the enchanted breastplate of one of the soldiers had gone out. "Locke! Your breastplate! "
The soldier named Locke looked down and suddenly exclaimed in a low voice. "Ah!"
But as soon as he cried out in surprise, the enchanted breastplate that had dimmed returned to normal. A layer of extremely dim magical light covered the armor as if nothing had happened.
Then, the other soldier's breastplate had the same change: first it went out, then it returned to normal. The leader saw that the sword in his hand had also lost its enchanted glow.
He immediately pulled out the half-drawn sword. "Calm down! Back out slowly, this place … "
Before he could finish his sentence, a strange force came from the sword. It was as if a pair of invisible hands were pulling it. The enchanted sword from the ancient Kingdom of Gondor was violently pulled towards the ball in the middle of the tent. The captain instinctively resisted the force and exclaimed, "Quick, call for help! There's something wrong with the ball! "
The soldier named Locke immediately rushed to the door, but just as he was halfway there, a huge force came from his armor. Strictly speaking, the force was dragging his armor. He was dragged up by the powerful force and knocked away the fences and ropes around the ball. Then, his whole body was firmly sucked into the 'stone ball'.
Locke struggled in horror, trying to take off his armor and break free, but the powerful force caused the buckle of the armor to be completely stuck together. He tried several times but still could not break free. On the other side, the leader also felt the force from the sword getting stronger and stronger. He finally could not hold on to his weapon. The sword immediately fell out of his hand and whistled in the air. Finally, it was stuck to the top of the 'stone ball' with a 'clang'.
The tip of the sword was only half a palm away from Locke's head.
Locke rolled his eyes and looked at the sword above his head. He finally shouted at the top of his voice, "The stone ball is alive!! Something's wrong!! "
His shout almost spread across half of the camp.
The squad leader who had lost his weapon stared blankly at his empty right hand. He then raised his head and exchanged glances with the other soldier in the tent.
His own armor wasn't sucked away, and the remaining soldier didn't have anything sucked away.
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