"Sir, you can't derive the formula from the experiment data?" Lucien asked cautiously. Just like many times before, he had to make some mistakes to cover up the fact that he knew too much. Otherwise, Fernando would definitely ask him "why do you think so?" or "what's the basis of your answer?", which would be easily exposed.
Fernando walked back and forth in the study anxiously, "No, I derived a formula from the point of view of the equipartition of quasi waves and Chloe's energy. Based on the experiment data, I semi-empirically derived a formula. It's perfect for long waves, but it has a stupid mistake for short waves. It's an unbearable mistake! Can you imagine that when the wavelength is short enough, an object can release almost infinite energy? If so, the pope would've knelt down and kissed the tip of my shoe! "
Every object that was not at absolute zero could produce heat radiation. The most typical heat sources were the sun and the fire. According to the common knowledge of the Congress of Magic, the essence of heat radiation was the release of electromagnetic waves of various wavelengths. As the temperature rose, the proportion of short waves of different frequencies would increase. If it was in the range of visible light, it would show different colors. For example, as the temperature rose, a pure flame would show dark red, dark red, orange-red, orange-yellow, and so on. The main wavelengths of light were red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple.
Hearing Fernando's roar and feeling his irritation, Lucien suddenly thought of the cool term "Ultraviolet Disaster". Surprisingly, the first thing that came to Lucien's mind was the formula.
"Sir, maybe there's something you haven't considered. Can I have a look at the formula you derived?" Lucien did not dare to say anything. He turned his eyes to the paper on the desk.
Fernando roared, "I've been thinking about it for a whole night. From this point of view, there's nothing wrong with me!"
Seeing that Fernando just roared and did not stop him, Lucien picked up the paper curiously and saw the formula that looked like a kid's doodle. Lucien then changed the symbols and compared it with the formula in his memory.
It was exactly the same!
Seeing that Lucien was stunned, Fernando thought that he was trying to verify the formula. He waved his hands in annoyance, "No, forget it. There's nothing wrong with long waves, but there's nothing wrong with short waves."
When he was impatient and irritable, he would even scold himself.
It would have been better if he hadn't mentioned it. Now that he did, Lucien subconsciously verified it. The long-wave range was indeed very close, but the short-wave range was a disaster.
After pacing in silence for a long time, when Lucien began to deduce another formula in his mind, Fernando sighed softly and said, "Let's read the letter first and do another experiment later to make sure that the data is correct."
"Yes, Teacher." Lucien withdrew his attention and picked up the first letter. It was from Douglas, the Emperor of Arcana.
"… Combined with the experimental data you gave me, I obtained an empirical formula from the perspective that thermal radiation is not electromagnetic waves, but the emission of molecules when they are heated …"
Hearing this, Fernando interrupted Lucien and mocked, "When we were discussing thermal radiation, he did not forget his own views on the particle theory."
"Maybe we can see more problems from another perspective. At least we can't limit our thinking to electromagnetic waves." Lucien said euphemistically.
Fernando curled his lips, "I guess only he can abandon the common understanding of thermal radiation without being disturbed. Anyway, he has never admitted it. Okay, Lucien, read it. Let's see what kind of formula you can get from 'One Hundred Thousand Whys'. "
One Hundred Thousand Whys? Lucien felt that it was both weird and appropriate. However, he did not dare to ask questions when Fernando was in a bad mood. He continued reading nervously. If this formula was the same as another one in his mind, then he was not far away from an earth-shattering conclusion.
"… The above is the formula I've deduced. But it only applies to the short-wave range, and there is an obvious contradiction with the curve in the long-wave range …" Lucien finished reading the paragraph almost mechanically. It was really the same!
Maybe there was something wrong with the data?
The closer he was to the answer, the more nervous and calm Lucien was. He refused to believe it without reservation.
"Applies to short-wave? A formula for short-wave can be deduced from the molecular perspective? " Fernando looked at the formula on the desk that he deduced for long-wave and murmured to himself in confusion. An indescribable feeling suddenly rose in his heart.
Fernando's confusion did not affect Lucien. With the help of his soul that was much stronger than before, Lucien was calculating and deducing the formula in his mind from two perspectives.
While he was deducing, Lucien's heart was beating fast. Was the fog that covered the truth of the world finally revealing itself? Would the constants be the same?
As far as Lucien knew, if there were obvious differences between the two universes, it often meant that the constants of physics were different. For example, the existence of magic might be due to the different constants. If even the fundamental constants of the two universes were the same, it meant that they were either the same universe, or the changes occurred in places that he could not understand yet!
After a long time, when Lucien finished the empirical formula from the molecular perspective, Fernando calmed down and said somewhat anxiously, "Write back to Douglas and attach the formula that I deduced. Also, point out the problems and the range of application and see what he thinks. Right, write a letter to Brook, Hathaway, Oliver, Hellen and Vicente. Attach the formulas that I and Douglas created. "
Lucien stopped thinking and slowed down his racing heart. Then, he pointed at the second letter on the desk and said, "Sir, here's a letter from Mr. Brook."
"Open it and take a look," Fernando said concisely. He was not so impatient that he forgot to guide Lucien's thoughts.
Lucien opened the letter and read it at a moderate speed, "… Based on the experiment data that you gave me, I've derived an empirical formula from the perspective of wave-like and energy equipartition. However, it's unexpectedly hilarious. It's only suitable for long-wave, but it's a disaster when it comes to short-wave …"
The formula that Brook got was exactly the same as Fernando's.
Fernando, the Lord of Storm, did not say anything for a long time. After a long time, he said in a heavy tone, "Write the letter as I told you. I need to think about it."
After that, he leaned against the chair and closed his eyes, thinking quietly.
Lucien finished writing the letter and handed it to the golem. Then, he was also in deep thought and continued to derive another formula.
As time went by, Lucien got the formula from the perspective of energy equipartition, which was exactly the same as Fernando and Brook's.
"What does it mean …" Lucien's mouth was dry, and his heart was beating very fast. He felt nervous and uneasy as if the answer to the riddle was about to be revealed.
Trying to stay focused and calm, Lucien started to piece the two formulas together mathematically. In the long-wave range, the formula could express the properties of Fernando and Brook's formula, but in the short-wave range, it could degenerate into Douglas' formula.
When he was piecing the two formulas together, Lucien felt extremely quiet and depressed, as if demons and devils were roaring and tempting him. Lucien felt that his head was dizzy.
His black eyes became deep and cold. Lucien was completely focused on the formula. Slowly, the formula was formed.
… …
In the headquarter of Arcana.
Drummond pushed open the door of his office and pointed at the sofa with his cane. He said to the lady beside him, "Ms. Isabella, please come in first."
Isabella was wearing a light green dress with beautiful lace and pleats around the collar, waist, and cuffs. She had a very beautiful wide-brimmed hat on her head, with a long bright purple ribbon trailing behind her head and tassels fluttering in the wind around it.
Taking off the hat, Isabella handed it to her disciple, Rachel. There was a faint smile on Isabella's beautiful face, and her blue eyes were filled with sincere gratitude, "Drummond, thank you so much for what you've done."
"I just took the opportunity to push it forward. It's mainly because of the ideas of the higher-ups." Drummond smiled and pointed at the ceiling, "And your research is definitely qualified to win the Laurel. You deserve it."
Isabella was a typical beauty from Holm. She had black hair and blue eyes, and she looked very conservative. She shook her head, "Unless it's an undeniable result, the sorcerers won't object to it. In the past, who knows how many people have brushed past the laurel crown, just a little bit more. Without your push, perhaps I would have become one of them. "
"Don't doubt your own result. Your paper has caused a great sensation in the headquarter of the Congress. No matter whether you're good at illusion or not, most sorcerers have to admit that it's a great progress in incorporating illusion into the arcana system! " Drummond was a bit excited, as he was a staunch arcanist and a staunch arcanist. What he hated the most was the different organizations, especially the Family of Sorcerers who were inseparable from the ancient heritage and refused to incorporate arcana.
…
At the same time, more than twenty floors above the headquarter of Arcana, the formula that Lucien put together had basically taken shape. The familiar formula made Lucien feel suffocated.
After pausing for a few minutes, Lucien finally started to calculate in the absolute silence. Even the sound of the wind blowing in from the ventilation holes was frozen.
Nervousness, expectation, and anxiety made Lucien hallucinate. In the extreme silence, there seemed to be many terrifying enemies hiding in there.
"Stop! Stop! "The demon from the abyss roared in his ears, waving its arms, trying to tear Lucien into pieces.
"Stop! I'll let you sit on the throne of ruling the world and wield the scepter of glory! You'll get everything you want!" The demon from hell was also panicking. It was trying its best to tempt Lucien.
"My child, come here. This is the embrace of your mother, the embrace of the true God who created everything. You'll get eternal peace and happiness!" The holy angel looked at Lucien with pity.
Lucien turned a deaf ear to the angel's words. He was focusing on deriving the constant in his mind.
…
In the headquarter of Arcana.
Standing by the window, Drummond looked down at the pedestrians and buildings below and said to Isabella in high spirits, "This is another great victory for arcana, and you're going to be recorded in the history of magic. When this issue of Arcana is published, your contribution to the field of illusion will be known by all the people in the world of magic. "
"This is a wonderful age of arcana." Isabella smiled from the bottom of her heart.
…
"Maggot! Weak human! I'm going to kill you! I'm going to dig out your guts! I smell the wonderful smell of blood! "
"Anyone who ignores the demon will be punished by fate!"
"Blasphemer! You're the source of evil in the world! If you don't stop now, you'll fall into hell and suffer endless pain!"
The demons and angels started to threaten Lucien directly.
Lucien's calculation stopped at the last step. After a brief pause, he gritted his teeth and broke through the obstacles.
Demons, demons, and angels all let out miserable and weak screams, like snow melting under the sunlight. The constant appeared in Lucien's mind. The familiar number was so strange and terrifying!
It was the same as the earth?
It was the same as the earth!
All the illusions were broken. The angels and demons all disappeared, and the world returned to normal.
However, in Lucien's eyes, everything was different!
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