It's hard to get started. [with _ dream]ā

Whether it is for the papermaking workshop, or for the fledgling educational career of the Eternal Night Army.

As long as the first piece of paper is made, regardless of whether it is good or bad, it proves that their process is no problem, and the rest is to adjust the process, test various raw materials, compare the advantages and disadvantages of the paper produced, and choose the best one.

Improvement is naturally much easier than creation.

The sewing machine used to manufacture the Down's nail nail is the best proof that the first few batches, each of which required two or three people to operate, only two years later, the technology has been updated five times, and one person can easily operate it, not to mention, the output is only a lot more than the primary model.

At present, the new model is being improved, but the direction of improvement is no longer the development of lightweight and personalized operation, but the development of complex and large-scale, and it is planned to integrate the water wheel into it, reduce manpower and increase production.

If it had been two years ago, anyone who had shouted such a slogan would definitely have been spit on, because reducing manpower and increasing output are themselves contradictory, and the number of people is the most basic guarantee for output.

Now the large-scale use of windmills and water mills has been empirically told to them that it is not impossible, but they were too lonely and unheard of before.

The higher the level of secrecy, the more information is shared, such as the black powder research and development department, the medical research base, the arsenal, etc., etc., and the confidentiality level of the paper mill is currently at the highest.

This is done to avoid duplication of work and research, where more labor-saving and trouble-saving methods have been developed, and here they are still using old methods, or trying to research new methods, which is the most important.

Although there is no way for those research units with a low level of secrecy to share the core information of high-level and high-level units, some general technologies will still be specially sorted out and shared with them.

"That's good, that's good, it's still in time, it's still in time. Lan Xili herself knew that this kind of thing was not in a hurry, so she turned the topic to the things that Sean was most concerned about, "After receiving your biography, I flipped through all the relevant literature and classics, and found not much useful information, the most useful should be this one, the Encyclopedia of Warcraft on the Ashan Continent, all along, I have been reading it as a fantasy, after reading your letter, I feel that the situation you are talking about, there are several similarities with the above description, you can read it yourself." ”

"The Complete Warcraft of the Ashan Continent?" Sean snatched the book from Lan Xili's hand.

The distressed Lan Xili shouted, "Tap, tap, tap, even if this is not a lonely book, it is almost the same, for so many years, I have seen such a book, if it is broken, you will not have to read it." ”

"Don't worry, it won't hurt you at all. Sean replied without raising his head, and began to flip through it a little impatiently, after all, after consulting so many historical materials of the ancient Andis Empire, it was the first time that something related had appeared.

What Lanxi pear gave was not so much a book as a few pages, it should be made of some kind of animal skin tanning, at least not the cowhide or sheepskin that Sean is familiar with, the workmanship is very exquisite, the thickness is uniform, even if hundreds of years have passed, it is very textured, and it is very comfortable to touch.

But it's incomplete, it seems to be a part torn from a certain literature classic, even these few sheets, are incomplete, moth-eaten rat bites, and many key parts of the handwriting have been bitten off, but they have been carefully pasted, repaired, and glued.

This is naturally the handiwork of Lan Xili, who is not only an archaeologist, an ancient Andis imperial Chinese linguist, but also an expert in the restoration of ancient books and ancient books.

"It's ......" Sean didn't have time to read it before he was attracted by the anomalies displayed by the few pieces of vellum.

In Lan Xili's hand, the ordinary animal skin paper that could no longer be ordinary, when it came to his hand, it began to show a strange glimmer, at first I thought it was an illusion, but in the end, this light became more and more prosperous, and what surprised Sean even more was that his magic power was surging like a tide, uncontrollably, and constantly flowing into the unknown animal skin paper in his hand.

At this moment, Sean felt that what he was holding in his hand was not a few pieces of animal skin paper, but a miniature black hole, a black hole that absorbed the power of magic, as if it was about to suck his brain and consciousness into it.

"Barton, keep an eye on the buns, don't mess around. ”

Everything happened so quickly that Sean only had time to finish the sentence before his eyes darkened and he fell straight to the ground.

At first, everyone didn't understand why Sean came out of nowhere until he fell.

Baozi, who had been standing silently behind Sean, grabbed Sean with a big hand, and at the same time let out a roar like a beast being injured, and a pair of fierce eyes stared at Lan Xili tightly.

Fortunately, Barton, who received Sean's last instructions next to him, had already let out a series of barks before this, blocking Lan Xili in front of him, otherwise it would not be as simple as glaring angrily, but I am afraid that Lan Xili has been torn apart by the hands of this champion knight.

"How can this be? How can this be? How can this be?" Lan Xili was also dumbfounded, this situation was completely beyond his cognition.

It's not been a day or two since these broken animal skins fell into his hands, just flipping through them no less than ten or eight times, and there has never been an accident, how did it get to Sean's hands that such a moth appeared?

What made Lan Xili even more unbelievable was that the few pieces of animal skin paper in Sean's hand had undergone unbelievable changes, and all the traces of his pasting and pasting on them had disappeared and turned into a complete whole.

Lan Xili thought that her old eyes were dizzy and misunderstood, and rubbed her eyes one after another, yes, all the traces that belonged to the acquired treatment disappeared, and now Sean was holding a few complete pieces of animal skin paper in his hand, or the brand new kind, exuding a weak light, giving people a feeling of being alive and rejuvenated.

Hell, a few pieces of animal skin paper actually give people the illusion of vitality, and it really has to be as weird as it is.

Lan Xili wanted to get closer to watch, causing Baozi to snort angrily.

Lan Xili could only stop, rubbed her hands awkwardly and said, "I'm just looking at Teacher Sean's situation to see if his life is in danger." ”

But this is obviously useless for Baozi, carrying the unconscious Sean in one hand and pressing the long sword in the other, with a posture that whoever dares to approach, he will kill whomever he wants.

Even if Lan Xili turned her head and let the head dog Barton be a lobbyist, it would not be possible.

Fortunately, Sean was just a simple magic power drained, passed out, and entered a deep sleep of self-protection, and woke up in just four or five hours.

When he heard that he was unconscious, Bunzi's reaction, Sean fell into a long silence.

He actually ignored this fatal flaw on Baozi's body, if it wasn't for the fact that the power of simple magic was evacuated before, and there were other internal and external injuries, Baozi's somewhat hostile situation that did not distinguish between the enemy and me, wouldn't it delay his medical treatment?

At that time, it was not as simple as back pain, it was very likely to put your life into it, and that was a wrongful death.

But the skills of the opponent's champion knights made Sean reluctant to give up, and the Eternal Night Army does have several champion knights now, but there is really no more suitable one than a bun to be a personal guard for Sean.

Whether it is Archer or Andes Tiger Tagore, even if they are willing to be Sean's personal guards, Sean will not dare to use them, after all, there are problems with the origins of both sides, and loyalty does not dare to say absolutely.

McGee, the skull-crusher, who seems to have nothing to do, also has his own job, at least one week of military training per month, which he must attend in person, and there are some military meetings that require him to be in charge, after all, he is the first lieutenant general in the military aspect.

To some extent, Baozi is at the command of the head dog Barton.

But no matter how smart Barton is, he is just a dog, and he can execute relatively simple commands, too complicated interpersonal relationships, and it is not something that his dog brain can figure out, and the most important thing is that he can't speak, he can't express himself, and secondly, his strength is low, and he may be specifically targeted.

After thinking about it, the only way is to equip another guard so that he can also gain Baozi's trust, if not completely, at least at the critical moment, to be able to convince Baozi.

Of course, it's just a double insurance.

Even if the champion knight who is equipped with a bun by his side takes the initiative to die, Sean generally avoids as far as he can, let alone a coma, even if he is an ordinary injury, Sean rarely lets himself suffer.

After all, in the era when there was no antitoxin, tetanus was also very fatal.

Today's situation is completely unexpected, and he still hasn't understood the situation, and many things have completely shattered his perception of the world.

For example, brand new ones are like freshly baked vellum paper.

Hell yes.

When he took it before, it was obviously covered with patches.

Could it be that there is something wrong with my memory?

Judging from Lan Xili's look at the same ghostly expression when she turned over and over with the animal skin paper, it was not that Sean's memory was wrong, but that everything really happened.

But this is really against the laws of physics that Sean knows.

How can an item be repaired for no reason?

Is it because of the influx of his own magic power?

Even if this is the reason, what is the principle of it?

The power of magic is an intangible and insubstantial existence, how can it be possible to repair something substantial?..

Where does the substance in the repair process come from?

Is the magic power transformed? Or is the skin paper transforming itself?

This series of questions kept rolling in Sean's mind, and he couldn't figure out a clue or convince himself of a reason.

In fact, Sean's path to magic is much more difficult than that of ordinary warlocks in this world, because the knowledge he learned in his previous life is too systematic and too solid, and he has a preconceived notion that after coming into contact with something new, he always wants to transform it into his own set of knowledge in his previous life to explain.

It's easy to explain what works, but what about what doesn't?

The power of magic is such an existence, and the assumptions put forward at the beginning can barely be established, but as the power of magic becomes stronger and stronger, the original assumptions are a little untenable, and Sean must find a new set of explanatory theories, regardless of whether it is about the essence of magic in this world, because it is not used to teach others, but to convince himself that he will continue to go down the road of magic power.

If it were an ordinary warlock in this world, the magic power would be the magic power, and it would be used to cast spells, so what was there to worry about about this? As for the nature and principle of the magic power? Does this have anything to do with having the magic power and casting the spell?

It's not that Sean didn't want to shatter his worldview and reshape it, it's easier said than done, because that knowledge is in his mind, and there is no way to block it, even if he has the power of magic now.

This power does develop the brain to some extent, but there is still a long way to go before it can control the brain, and even if it controls the warlock Darnell, Sean has not heard that the other party has one ability.

This can only be done unless Sean has amnesia.

But in addition to the power of magic, in other aspects, Sean's memories of his past life are the most valuable treasure.

In addition to the old story of the root of the power of the spell and the mysterious restoration of the unknown vellum paper, another thing that made Sean's mind a little confused.

In the process of being in a coma, he had a dream, a dream that he still can't tell if it was a dream or not.

Because everything is too real, and vivid, as if everything has been experienced by yourself, the feeling of flapping wings and flying, the hearty feeling of skimming through the air, the urge to look up to the sky and roar......

He can remember it clearly now, and this is definitely not what a normal dream should have.

In that dream that wasn't a dream, Sean took on the form of another creature, and Sean couldn't remember what it looked like, or rather, the body didn't look at him all the time.

The situation at that time was a bit like a cutscene in a computer game, all the programs were predetermined, and the player had no way to do anything (except for skipping), but Sean was not a dream of a higher level in the dream, but a consciousness in person.

Having said that, Sean's consciousness at that time, like this dream that was not a dream, had a hard time telling whether it was awake or not, and he was completely passive and did not consider these issues at all.

But one thing is certain, the other party will definitely not be a person, because the other party is flying in the air, and he still uses wings, although he didn't see it, but he can be sure that it is a pair of huge wings, whether it is a feather wing or a flesh wing, Sean has no way to tell.

But the feeling at the time was very strange, and the way he flapped his wings made him feel so awkward that he now feels a itch in his shoulder blades, as if there is something invisible.

What I saw and heard in the dream, there is also a feeling that Sean can see the myth of the Book of Mountains and Seas, not only the trees are towering into the clouds, but the size of the beast is much larger than normal, and the most hellish thing is that the tiger inside is fire-breathing, the mountain wolf can control the wind, the giant python can drive the fog, the giant bear can manipulate the earth and stone armor, and the golden eagle that catches the python and fights the tiger......

If that's all it takes, it's better to make Sean lose his mind, after all, he has been trained by modern movies and games, what kind of brain hole situation has not been seen, the tiger that can spit fire, and the mountain wolf that can control the wind are really nothing new, at best it is just a concept of Warcraft.

What really distracted Sean was what he saw from the air.

The mountains are undulating, and the rivers are rushing.

It is the Andes Mountains, and they are the Andes Mountains before the Jacob River was uninterrupted.

Sean will definitely not admit that he is not mistaken, except that the Jacob River has not been cut off, the Andes Mountains as a whole have not changed much, the most important thing is that the landmark mountain bee Sanset Peak, like a sword that reaches the sky, is as conspicuous as it is.

This is simply a dream back to the ancient Andes Empire three hundred years ago.