Rebecca enjoyed Gwen's compliment very much. She almost wagged her tail and asked for more compliments (if she had a tail). After that, Gwen carefully observed the structure of the new furnace. He had found that there were many things on it that he did not design at the beginning. Some of these additional structures might have been modified by Hamel based on his experience as a blacksmith, while the other part must have been done by Rebecca.
Hamel did not know how to make changes in runes and magic circles.
"What is this structure for?" Gwen pointed to the connected pedals, rods, and iron plates under the furnace. These structures were very delicate. Perhaps Hamel had built them bit by bit with a hammer. Part of it was attached to the stone slab on the ground, and the other part seemed to be related to the magic circle structure of the furnace. This made Gwen have some vague associations.
"Oh, Ancestor, didn't you say that you wanted ordinary blacksmiths to be able to control the opening and closing of the array? I designed this structure, "Rebecca said proudly." Although the new furnace can be used continuously, it also needs the ability to stop. So you see, this pedal can control the movement of the iron plate. There is a rune on the iron plate, and another rune on the obsidian slab of the furnace body. This pair of runes has no effect separately, but when combined, they become part of the whole magic circle … "
Rebecca demonstrated to Gwen as she spoke. She stepped hard on the pedal, and the connected iron plate flipped over and fit into the groove under the furnace. Gwen saw the basic elemental runes engraved on the back of the pedal, which happened to be the missing part of the magic circle on the furnace body.
It was a switch, an extremely simple but creative structure.
Before the appearance of this thing, mages basically used their own mana to control the operation of the Magic Array.
But blacksmiths did not know how to control magic, so they obviously needed this thing.
After the iron plate flipped over, the magic circuit of the whole furnace was connected. Gwen felt a slight airflow in the surrounding air, and then some glimmering lines appeared on the surface of the stone slab on the ground. The magic circle on the side of the furnace began to activate, and the runes on it lit up one by one. Firewood had been put in the furnace. At this moment, with the activation of the magic circle, the firewood began to burn and burst into flames. The flames were far more vigorous and scorching than normal firewood!
Rebecca had let go of her foot, but the iron plate had been fixed in the groove under the action of the mechanism. Although the precision of the whole structure was completely incomparable to that of an industrial product, it worked perfectly as long as the crude rune was pushed up.
"Just one more step and it's back!" Rebecca pointed at the gears between the connecting rods rather proudly. "I named this whole thing 'Rune Trigger', which is a mechanism that uses runes as conductive and can be pulled! Let me tell you, don't think it's easy to just take a few runes apart and reassemble them. I tested it for a long time before I was sure that this pair of runes was the most stable and most versatile combination … "
Young girl, you gave this thing a super B-class name ah!
Seeing Gawain's slightly stunned expression, Rebecca finally stopped babbling out of excitement. She asked with a bit of hope and nervousness, "Um … Ancestor, what do you think of this thing? By the way, except for this rune trigger, the rest of the furnace was modified by Hanmer. "
"Very good, very good. Both of you have done a good job," Gwen said from the bottom of his heart. Then he noticed that the old blacksmith was not there, so he asked curiously, "Where did Hanmer go?"
Rebecca scratched her head and said, "Because more black stone and red clay are needed to make a new furnace, he took a few apprentices and the expedition team to the mountains to look for materials. When the expedition team came back yesterday, they said that they saw black stone in the mountains."
Gwen nodded. At this time, he suddenly remembered that he was looking for Rebecca for business. So he patted his head and said, "Ah, yes, I'm looking for you. Take a look at this first. Do you remember it?"
As he spoke, he took out a grayish-black, inconspicuous plate. This was the last piece of 'waste' he had except for the sample he gave to Heti.
Rebecca recognized it the moment she saw it. "Ah, isn't this the waste I burned before?"
"Look inside carefully." Gwen saw that Rebecca herself did not notice that there were other things mixed in the 'waste' she burned. "Do you see these little crystals? Do you still remember how you burned these things? "
It was only then that Rebecca noticed the fine particles. To be honest, because the waste she burned looked similar, she could not tell which furnace the product was from. Fortunately, she strictly followed the 'operating rules' that Gwen had told her. She carefully recorded the material ratio, time, temperature, and furnace number when she burned each batch of samples. As long as she could confirm that these were from the first few batches of samples and restore all the records on that day, she could easily determine where these things came from.
Gwen breathed a sigh of relief when he heard that Rebecca had carefully recorded and could easily restore the details of the operation from the records. In this era, 'detailed recording' almost did not exist in the minds of ordinary people. Only the sorcerers who were obsessed with all kinds of magic research would have a superficial concept in this regard. But Rebecca was not a sorcerer who was good at research. Her fireball spells were only big, super big, super big, and so on. So the girl did not develop any habit of doing experiments at all.
But fortunately, she was very obedient. She was not sloppy at all when Gwen asked her to do something.
While Gwen was studying how to introduce the 'art of explosion' into this era as soon as possible, a half-elf thief who had nothing to do after eating and drinking was wandering in the dense jungle of the Gloom Mountain Range.
Of course, a more dignified way of saying that she was patrolling the border of the territory, searching for potential dangers and wealth in the Gloom Mountain Range … Anyway, it was more or less the same thing. Anyone who knew her would know that she was just slacking off.
Holding two beloved daggers and humming a tuneless song, Amber jumped between the rocks and the branches as if she was walking on flat ground. With the help of the omnipresent shadows in the forest, her figure would disappear in the air from time to time, and then suddenly appear dozens or even hundreds of meters away. Sometimes, her figure would flicker, and a wild fruit would appear in her dagger, which she would then throw away after a few bites.
For Amber, who was both an elf and a Shadow Master, this dusky forest was like a heavenly kingdom that was tailor-made for him.
"Ha … What a good place …"
Standing on the branch of a big tree, Amber comfortably stretched and sighed leisurely.
When she first came here, she was frightened by the awe-inspiring reputation of the Gloom Mountain Range, and even had the idea of looking for a chance to escape. But after staying here for a while, she found that this place was just as the 700-year-old dumpling said – it was not that scary at all.
Well, it had been hundreds of years since the Demonic Wave. Those monsters were sealed in the Gondor wasteland by the Great Wall and the Gloom Mountain Range. The north side of the mountain range was equivalent to being protected by layers of protection. How could there be any danger?
Those guys in the north were really scared out of their wits.
Amber unconsciously ridiculed those 'northerners' who did not dare to come here because of the ominous reputation of the Gloom Mountain Range. But she had completely forgotten that she was one of them not long ago.
She stayed on the branch for a while, and when the cool breeze was enough, she opened her hands and fell straight down from the tree.
Halfway down, she entered the Shadow Form. The power of the Shadow wrapped around her, and in a flash, she was brought into a world parallel to the real world, but almost no one could step into it.
The sound of wind, insects, and birds in the woods faded away in an instant. Amber landed lightly on the ground, and stood in a quiet and monotonous world.
The lush forest was gone. There were only grotesque rocks and rugged mountain paths. A few withered tree trunks lay across the mountains. The ferocious branches were like sharp teeth pointing at the gloomy sky of the Dark Shadow Realm.
This black and white world was as disturbing as the legendary Kingdom of the Dead. But for Amber, it was a very reassuring place.
Standing here, he felt like he had arrived home.
But Amber could not come here often in the past.
Even with her outstanding talent in the Shadow Realm, Amber couldn't enter the Shadow Realm whenever she wanted. She could only roughly sense the 'boundary' of this world, and it was easier for her to reach this boundary compared to the average Lurker. However, it was very difficult for her to completely cross the boundary. Usually, she would need to meditate for a long time or rely on some magical items or potions to do so.
But after leaving Cecil's territory, the process seemed to have become a lot simpler.
As long as she concentrated, she could feel the existence of the boundary. As long as she mobilized the power of the Shadow, she could easily cross the boundary.
After a period of familiarization and adaptation, she could even jump into the Dark Shadow Realm in a fancy manner like now ….
Although she wasn't a scholar specializing in the study of the power of shadows, nor was she a mage with an "extraordinary sense of smell," Amber wasn't an idiot. She vaguely guessed that the reason why the Shadow World had become easier to enter wasn't because her affinity with shadows had improved by leaps and bounds (Of course, there was definitely improvement). Instead, it was because the world itself was probably changing. Some kind of power was causing the wall between the Shadow World and the real world to weaken.
But so far, the loosening of the wall should be very slight. Only a 'freak' like her could feel the changes.
If she treated the changes in the Shadow Realm as a big discovery and went to those high and mighty mages and scholars to talk about it, they would most likely treat her as a lunatic and chase her away. Or worse: her excellent Shadow Affinity and inferior combat ability would be regarded as a kind of treasure that fell from the sky. She might not even be able to walk out of their mage tower alive.
Amber wandered in the Shadow Realm, enjoying the tranquility and safety of this world. Her little thoughts floated in her mind.
So the changes in the world had nothing to do with her …
But maybe she could talk to the guy who opened the coffin?
That guy seemed to be the type who would be interested in these strange things, and he certainly would not put her on the experiment table and cut her up …
Amber's mind was filled with all kinds of thoughts, and she could not help but smile.
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