"The armor is not for you to face the griffins. It is for you to live to see the griffins. If the griffins are the only threat in the Sunset Mountains, then there is no threat at all. At least you know what a wolf is … "
"It's the same." Reynolds shook his head. "I've only been training for two months. I'm just a burden in battle. The only use of the armor is to immobilize me. Look at these joints, these nails and belts. These things will kill me first. "
"Then …" Tron thought for a moment. "How about this? I'll find you a set of cotton armor. It will get colder in the mountains. You have to wear something warm. As for the rest of the protection … go find Turasden and help him carry his things. Dry rations and sundries can also be used as protection, heh heh heh. "
Reynolds thought for a moment and finally agreed.
"We'll have another companion? Then we'll have to prepare another person's worth of food and recalculate the camping supplies. Ah … how troublesome! "
Torrasden slumped onto the table with a thud, causing the chalk on the table to jump up and roll around in a mess.
Reynolds leaned over and stared at it for a moment. "Is this an equation? You're listing the shelf life, weight and volume of different things? "
"Yes." Turasden sighed. "I went to ask the paladins where the incident happened and found that it was very far from the village and the other fortresses. In other words, we need to take care of all the food and accommodation on our own. But there is a limit to how much we can carry. We can't carry everything on our backs, right? "
Reynolds nodded and once again looked at the items Ben had listed on the blackboard. Hard bread, cheese, jerky, pickled vegetables … "These are all hard vegetables! Seems like it won't be difficult to replenish water along the way? "
"Yes. There are springs and rivers in the Sunset Mountains, so water is not a big problem. In other places, we have to add water. Water is heavy, so it will be even more difficult. "
"I think I understand how you calculated in the past. It's … very primitive." Reynolds shook his head. "You forgot three important parameters. You also didn't organize the data properly."
"Parameters? Data? What does that mean? "Turasden's eyes widened as he pricked up his ears.
"First, weight. In addition to weight, volume, and shelf life, different things should have different importance. Clothes, food, water, medicine, and weapons have different effects on survival and completion of the mission. You should take them into consideration. "
"Then there's the coordination. I think that you want to simply increase the number of ambassadors, but in reality, the more important thing is how to arrange the order in which the items will be used. You seem to have simply and naturally followed the basic principles: use the things that are easy to rot early and carry less of them. But in reality, there was still a huge amount of potential to be unearthed. A reasonable arrangement of pasta and meat is more meaningful than simply eating less. "
"In the end, I confused the biggest with the most economical. The number on your blackboard is the weight, right? It was too small. We've just left the Stronghold, so it's not dangerous at this time. We don't need to calculate the economic cost of a battle. We should treat it like donkeys! We can hide some supplies with a long shelf life in some safe places along the way. This is called pre-loading. Then, we can release the load and enter a light combat state. Using this method to shorten the supply distance also reduces the difficulty of supply. "
After Reynolds finished speaking, Torrasden's gaping face had completely stiffened. His two round eyes stared helplessly at the empty space. "This … … this is too complicated. No one knows how to calculate it, and no one can calculate it."
"That's not entirely true. There is no way to calculate an accurate and universal dynamic matrix, but an approximate optimal solution for the current situation cannot be calculated. Sigh, if only I had a computer … … forget it, let's not talk nonsense. Let's hurry up and calculate it. Help me mark the weights … … oh, that is, tell me the importance of each item. "
"This? How does it become a number? "
"Just rate it from one to ten. First, find something that you will definitely bring along, such as jerky. Then, give me a rough indication of how each item is related to it. You don't have to worry about the rest of the calculation. I'll do it. Oh, it would be even better if there was a map. Can you find one for me? "
"Yes, of course!" Torrasden licked his lips. "Reynolds, these … … can you teach me?"
"No problem. It's just some data organization and algorithms. It's no different from the optimization in the past." Reynolds picked up two pieces of chalk and handed one to Torrasden. "Come, let's hurry up and start!"
Torrasden took the chalk and nodded vigorously. He was the youngest member of Ice Peak Fortress. His body was chubby, not because he lacked training, but because he was too interested in managing the warehouse and kitchen. As the youngest child, he usually had to listen to other people's arrangements. However, being able to command apples, ale, flour and bacon made him feel that he had some sort of 'power'.
This job originally belonged to the White-robed Guardian. However, he was old, so everyone was happy to let Torrasden take this job. If he did not become an outstanding Eagle Sect Monster Hunter, but had the ability to manage the fortress' warehouse, he would still be able to live well.
Torrasden himself vaguely understood this principle. Thus, he was very diligent in his work and never slacked off. Thus, as Reynolds explained and calculated, he listened carefully and tried to understand. Even if he could not understand it immediately, it was still useful to try his best to remember it. The more he listened, the more he did not understand, but the more he admired him. Torrasden thought to himself that this noble was indeed impressive. He even understood such complicated knowledge. No wonder nobles were the ones who led the army!
However, when Torrasden observed Reynolds's expression, he noticed a problem. Reynolds, who was immersed in the numbers and algorithms, had blood-red eyes. Flames burned in the depths of his pupils as if they were solid, emitting an intimidating light. Faint black smoke rose from his nostrils, making him look like a monster from hell.
"Reynolds?"
Reynolds looked up, and all the abnormalities disappeared instantly. "What is it? You don't understand? It's okay. We don't have much time today. I'll calculate first, and I'll explain it to you in detail later. "
"How … how did you learn such complicated things? I've never seen the symbols you used. I don't mean anything else. I'm just saying, at least in the books on calculation in the library, there are no such things. "
"If we can't do better than the people before us, wouldn't that be too sad? These are all obtained by continuing to think on the basis of our predecessors, and then through continuous practice. "Reynolds did not find anything strange and continued with the work at hand. However, this time, when he was fully using his brain, he did not show the characteristics of a devil.
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