This problem persisted until the Bugas collected enough data through the monitoring points all over the Outer World. This was also the reason why the wizards were able to collect enough samples in a short period of time thanks to the frequent changes in the Sea of Magic after the Great Mana Tide. In his memory, it was around the year 375, which was the year of the flourishing summer leaves, or the year 380, which was the year of the spring dawn that the Silver Tower of Craftsmen issued a crude system to explain the problem.
This system was the famous Theory of Magical Interaction.
If the Craftsmen had published this theory at this time, Brando could have boldly stated his own conjecture based on this theory. After all, he was just a rookie, and rookies always have a lot of ideas. Coupled with his identity as the 'chosen one', he might be able to convince the Tirmosians and Miss Sprite to believe him.
Anyway, he knew that this theory was definitely correct.
But the problem now was a bit bigger.
He could not say that he had guessed the theory himself. It was conceivable that in his previous life, even an illiterate person would be able to use the gold-plated term 'relativity' without thinking. Anyway, at most, people would think that he was arrogant and ignorant.
Because illiterate ignorance was not a crime, but if an illiterate person deduced a new system of physics and gave a detailed description and proof process, it would be suspicious.
First of all, people would most likely think that it was a coincidence or plagiarism. Then, they would most likely suspect that this person had been transmigrated or possessed. Perhaps, they would only be one step away from dissecting him for research.
Plagiarism, Brando suddenly thought of this word. Yes, plagiarism. Facing Miss Tata's questioning gaze, he finally calmed down and decided to put the blame on the Bugas first. After all, they would be able to produce results in a few years at the latest, and Miss Sprite would not be able to verify it with them for a while.
He thought for a moment and said, "Yes, the composition of the Mana Tide. In fact, the Bugas have gone far enough on this issue. I also happened to know about this matter. I have a good personal relationship with Miss Tania. When she was guiding me in learning elemental spells, we happened to discuss this issue, so I have some conjectures about it — "
"Tania" Miss Pixie was a bit lost in thought as she muttered: "I know her, she actually went so far on this issue?"
"I don't think it's her," Brando did not expect Tata to be so entangled with this issue. He quickly explained, "This should be the result of White Tower's research. I think the Bugas have already planned to make it public."
"So it's the White Tower Society." Tata nodded. "I did hear that they were researching this problem, but I didn't expect them to progress so quickly."
Hearing her say this, Brando finally breathed a sigh of relief. He secretly wiped his sweat, knowing that he had passed this time. However, he was also secretly vigilant. This question and answer with Tata reminded him that in the future, in front of the Bugas, the Tyrmosian, and the remaining Sages of Wohnde who may have a lot of heritage and knowledge, he should speak less and listen more, lest he accidentally expose his origin.
His origin was undoubtedly one of the biggest secrets in his heart. He was still not sure whether this world really existed, or whether it had something to do with The Amber Sword. Although he was more and more suspicious that it might have something to do with Lady Martha, he dared not expose his guess at will before he finally confirmed it.
If he let Miss Tata and White Mist know that he was just a character in a game in another world, or just a piece of data, who knows what they would think of him.
Tata nodded thoughtfully. "So, Mr. Brando, you said that the magic tide has a seven-layered structure similar to the magic net, so does it also have the characteristics of the magic net's natural closure and seven-layered cycle? If that's the case, as long as we analyze the flow of mana in the first and second layers, as well as the distribution of mana in the third and fourth layers, we could follow the flow of mana to wherever we want to go, including returning to the Great Storm Route? "
Brando could not help but praise in his heart. What he said earlier was actually a copy of what Tata had said. He did not know much about this set of theories, just like in the era where the other half of his soul was in, any elementary school student could recite the mass-energy formula without hesitation, but they did not know how to do it.
But Miss Sprite only listened to it once and analyzed what he wanted to say, and even gave her own inference. This kind of understanding and familiarity with magic, she was a real genius.
"But there is a question," Tata replied. "Do you have the ability to calculate and deconstruct the magic tide, Mr. Brando?"
Brendel knew that although Miss Faerie could calculate and deconstruct the Magic Network, she might not be able to do anything about the structure of the Magic Tides. After all, the two were two completely different things, and it was not possible to completely apply them just because the structure was similar. The reason why Miss Tata asked this question was not that she was incompetent. On the contrary, it showed that she could see the essence of the problem at a glance.
But Brando nodded. He had no confidence in deconstructing the magic tide at all, but at least he had seen a pig run. In The Amber Sword, when players described a problem, they would not use a long explanation and tell you why.
It was just like when they described the strategy of defeating a boss, they would often only tell you when to do something, but not why.
In most cases, this was enough.
It was the same now.
Brando did not need to deconstruct the magic tide. He only needed to let Miss Tata and White Mist know that he had some understanding of the matter. As for how to do it, the predecessors had already described it.
So he nodded and said, "Leave it to me."
Miss Sprite looked at him with admiration. If she was looking at a talented genius before, now it was more like she was looking at her teacher.
For a scholar who pursued knowledge all her life, a person who knew more about the unknown of the world than she did was undoubtedly worthy of such a title.
White Mist and Lute, who were listening to the conversation, noticed Miss Tata's gaze and looked at Brando differently. The former knew what the inheritance of the knowledge of the Holy Saint and one-third of the Babel Fortress library meant, while the latter had heard of Miss Tilyas' reputation in the Elemental World. Such a living library-like character actually asked for advice from others.
Not to mention them, even the Tyrmosian Wise Ones beside them were in disbelief.
"Maybe this is what it means to be omniscient and omnipotent," White Mist thought to herself.
But Brando was not as optimistic as they thought. He could not help but remind them, "Miss Tata and everyone else, I have to say that I am not very confident. In fact, even if we know enough about the magic tide, it will still show its chaotic side from time to time. Because there are too many variables, when the time comes, we can only rely on Lady Martha's protection."
"Everything is full of chaos. Even Wohnde does not have absolute order." Tata nodded, showing that she understood. "We are lucky enough to rely on Lady Martha. Mother will definitely protect us."
"This is only one of the reasons," Brando replied. "The sea of magic is full of primo of Chaos. When it is projected into our world, these forces will also manifest in Wohnde."
"So there may be a battle?"
"Yes."
"It's okay." This time, it was Lute who answered. The Fire Fairy Prince pulled out his flaming sword. "I am ready for battle."
Everyone subconsciously took a step back from him, or the sword in his hand.
It was obvious that this relative of Forsedes's didn't have the ability to control his power, and his previous performance didn't make him trustworthy.
But at least this was the best outcome for Brando.
But regardless of whether the Tyrmosi people were willing or not, and regardless of whether Brendel was confident or not, the combined fleet of the Port of Everwinter, the Frozen Sea Clan, and the Mist Clan was slowly being pulled into the center of the vortex.
Here, the energy generated in the center of the storm became even more violent. The power of Chaos seemed to cause turbulence in the surrounding space and time at any time. The gigantic lightning storm that they didn't even dare to imagine before was now as frequent as the heavy rain after midsummer. It would come at any time, anywhere.
Fortunately, Brando still had Archangel Eroma with him. The crisscrossing lightning bolts in the void had grown to a frightening level, but Eroma was always the first to shatter them. Under its protection, the ship finally reached the core of the storm vortex.
But here, the situation had changed once again.
The first thing that posed a threat to the fleet was still the omnipresent lightning storm, but this time, the purple lightning in the void was no longer the same as the one that had zigzagged for miles. Brando only saw countless flashes of lightning flashing from the surrounding void turbulence. They intertwined with each other and formed an overwhelming electric net, covering the entire fleet.
There was no description of this terrifying lightning in The Amber Sword's guide, or rather, the author of the guide did not think it was worth describing. The existence of such lightning in the Magic Tide seemed to be a matter of course. If you can't even deal with it, what's the point of coming here?
But the author of the guide obviously did not take into account the situation like Brando's. Or even for the players, even in the most desperate situation, they could just revive and start over.
It was not worth writing a guide specifically for this.
But at this moment, behind Brando, Eroma had already warned him. Obviously, the lightning here was not something it could easily deal with, or even if it could break it, the fleet would still have to pay the price.
Brando knew that it was time to fight to the death.
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