I—I think?!

Looking at Isaac's expectant gaze, and the models on the drawings that were becoming more and more similar to some kind of "science fiction weapon" in his memory, Loren suddenly really didn't know what to say.

Could it be... Two more words of encouragement?

Come on, Isaac, the task of breaking the old ideas of feudal superstition falls on your shoulders, and the space battleship and the sea of stars are waiting for you not far ahead!

That's......

But the question is, does Isaac's new design really help him?

In the long run, yes, in the short term, apart from reform and innovation, I am afraid that the help will be minimal.

First of all, whether this alchemy creation succeeds or not, the cost must be very high, even comparable to creating a new floating city... After all, this was a process of starting from nothing, and it was impossible for Loren to limit Isaac's experimental funds and materials.

Secondly, even if it is really made, such an expensive weapon is destined to be impossible to promote on a large scale, and can only be used as a killer or "unexpected surprise"... With just a high-level spell, no matter how powerful it is, it is difficult to cause damage to an elven warrior, let alone kill it with one blow.

Wait, large-scale promotion, cost reduction, simplification?

That's right, if we don't guarantee power, quality, and cost, we should cut costs as much as possible... Perhaps, there is such a possibility?

According to Isaac's design, it doesn't cost a lot to just finish the spell - for example, there is no need for six convex mirrors, two cut fluorite can barely do the job, and the silver hollow pipe can be replaced with bronze or brass......

"Cutting costs... Do you want to simplify it?"

After hearing Loren's proposal, Isaac's expression with raised eyebrows became obviously a little unhappy: "Loren, are we really talking about a new thing that can change the world and change the perception of those mortals and little potatoes?"

"Of course, absolutely!" the black-haired wizard looked at him without hesitation, and said with a sense of fact, "If it can really be made, this thing may even completely change the form of war, and maybe the whole world will tremble for it!"

"Uh... It's not that it can't be done today, but a mere alchemy item that can release high-level spells shouldn't be ......."

"No, no, no, Isaac, it seems that you don't quite know how horrible the effects of this thing will be if they appear... I mean shocking!"

Loren shook his head, his expression became solemn: "You are a wizard, just from the eyes of a wizard, the achievement of this thing is nothing more than the first alchemy creation in the world that can attach high-level magic spells, it is very powerful, but it is not so powerful!"

"But you... Isaac Grantham, you can't just look at the impact of this from one angle, it's a higher level, one that can make a difference in the world!"

"The level of changing the world?"

The black-haired wizard's words slightly satisfied Isaac's vanity, and his eyes lit up.

"That's right, let's start with a relatively simple analogy. The black-haired wizard bowed slightly: "If this... Let's call it the 'Light Sword'... If it works, do you think it's better or a torsional trebuchet of the same level?"

"This is going to be ...... in many ways," Isaac thought for a moment, "In terms of cost, of course, the trebuchet has the advantage, and in terms of power, it must be the 'Bright Light Sword' that is stronger." ”

"Very good, then let me tell you that if I were the commander of an army, I would not hesitate to choose the 'Kyaukkasaber', and I would not even think about it a second time!"

The black-haired wizard hurriedly said: "The reason is very simple—no matter how simple the torsion trebuchet is, it will take at least half a hundred people to control, and this thing only needs a wizard apprentice!"

"On top of that, both require long-term maintenance and care, and the pressure on logistics and craftsmen is just as heavy, and the 'Kyaukkasaber' can be used in rainy days, but even if the air is only a little humid, the power of the trebuchet will be reduced, and the life span will be reduced if it is forcibly used. ”

"The only thing that limits the 'Lightsaber' is its cost... But as long as I can, I'd rather exchange ten torsional trebuchets for one 'Bright Light Sword'!"

This sentence, Loren is absolutely sincere.

"Hmm... In other words, as long as the 'Bright Light Sword' can be successfully developed, the ancient wooden toys such as trebuchets can be swept into the dustbin of history, and the form of war will be transformed... Alas, no, wait!"

Isaac's expression froze suddenly, only his eyes were still shaking:

"If this is the case, it will no longer be the number of people and weapons that will decide the outcome of a battle, but the power of the 'Kyauksaber', and the side with the stronger and more destructive power will have the absolute initiative... Because even a counterattack by the other side will become a luxury!"

"Not only that, as long as the power of the 'Kyaukkaben' is strong enough, the wooden fences, city walls and even fortresses are meaningless; there is no need to siege the city, because the 'Kyaukkasaber' can penetrate the city wall and the fortress behind it; the tighter the enemy's formation, the more miserable the loss!"

"A 'Kyaukkasaber' can become the master of a war, and the only way for the other side to turn the tide is to build a stronger and bigger 'Kyaukdaber'!"

Isaac, whose eyes were in a trance, kept muttering to himself, as if he had entered another world directly.

"Wait! And the dragon... That's right, dragons, trolls, ogres... These monsters can also change the course of a war. ”

"No, but whether it's a dragon or a troll, the number of these behemoths is extremely limited, but as long as the supply of materials is sufficient and the alchemy workshop is still there, more 'Bright Light Sword' will be created to compete with them!"

"Even... It's to defeat them completely!"

"That's right, Loren, I'm really underestimating this thing! It can definitely change war, change the whole world!" "The ecstatic Isaac took Loren in his arms as if he was going to strangle him to death:

"It's worthy of being my Isaac Grantham's apprentice, it's just different from Ain's elm head, it's completely different!"

Well, it's better not to let the little wizard know about that... Of course, she may have been used to it a long time ago.

Loren, who was smiling awkwardly, didn't move, didn't move, and could only keep glancing at Lena de Salion, who was watching the play opposite.

Hey, your "great genius" is holding another person and won't let go.

However, a certain girl with glasses was not ready to deal with the duke, and deliberately turned her back to them, standing in front of the design drawings of the floating city on the other side, and sketched on it with charcoal with great interest.

"Wait, that's not right. ”

Isaac, who was hugging Loren tightly, suddenly reacted and frowned slightly: "If you follow this set of theories, then the 'Bright Light Sword' must be the more powerful and the stronger the performance, the better... Only in this way can it really change the outcome and direction of a war, and if you want to cut costs and expand manufacturing, isn't that the opposite?"

"That's right, we're just going to do the opposite!"

Loren, who took the opportunity to break free from Isaac's "embrace", and the corners of his mouth were still a little twitching, hurriedly spoke: "Because this involves another issue... We need to change the world not just for war, but for the world. ”

"If you want to change the world, you must leave a deep enough trace in the eyes of people all over the world!"

Isaac frowned, clearly still confused.

This is a matter of course - for Isaac, who has already come into contact with the wizarding system of the Dragon Kingdom, not to mention a small floating city, the whole world is barbaric and backward in his eyes, and the only thing he wants to do is to transform this backward world into his own image as soon as possible.

It must be difficult for a soul with ideas beyond the times and contact with the top of another civilized world to let him give up the real "beauty" in his mind and pursue a bunch of defective products.

All Loren could do was to persuade Isaac as much as possible to make his dream a little more practical and feasible.

Especially when something like this is really feasible.

"Isaac, to the world... Well, or for ordinary people and little potatoes, there are probably two ways to get them to believe in 'miracles'. Loren, who patiently explained, raised two fingers on his right hand:

"The first is to let them see the miracle with their own eyes, and the second is to let them experience the miracle for themselves. ”

Scratching his head, the genius is clearly unable to understand the brain circuits of mediocre people.

"To put it simply, your 'Floating City' is the first of its kind – anyone who sees Fort Clarion will be completely blown away by the meaning of its presence and representation, and will be deeply impressed by its beauty, magnificence, and power!" continued.

"For this is what they have seen with their own eyes, and it is beyond the mundane, like a dragon, like the Heavenly Dome and the dragon king's city... In the face of these forces, human beings will deeply feel their own insignificance and worthlessness, and will bow down and be moved by it. ”

"Hmm... It sounds like an idolatrous surname, similar to the primitive cult belief in ancient trees, rivers, and mountains. Isaac nodded, as understanding as he could:

"But what does all this have to do with the 'Bright Light Sword'?"

"Of course it does!"

Curling the corners of his mouth, Loren pointed to the floating city behind him: "Because the simple, worthless and vulgar brains of our ordinary people can't accommodate the existence of two 'miracles' at the same time. ”

"To put it more simply, if you are recorded in history, there is only one thing that will be remembered thoroughly, not two. ”

"People say, 'Oh, Isaac Grantham, even though he built the Floating City, there's nothing to make a fuss about that thing compared to the 'Lightsaber.' ”

"Nothing to fuss about?!" Isaac was startled, like a fried hedgehog:

"There's no fuss - you repeat that again——!!!!"

"That's it for them, and it's the same for them to be the other way around!" the black-haired wizard nodded vigorously, "If you just let them see a miracle, then that's the only way." ”

"That's why we have to do the opposite—let this vulgar world experience for yourself what miracles are!"

"Cutting costs, scaling up... Of course, it is also necessary to ensure that it is powerful enough, starting with small-scale battles, and gradually spreading it to the whole world, so that everyone can see the power of the 'Bright Light Sword' and be shocked by it!"

"Let those who don't believe in miracles feel it for themselves... This is the 'second' way. ”

Isaac didn't speak, frowning into some kind of contradiction.

"What's more... Could it be that if the power is weakened, the shock brought by the 'Bright Light Sword' will be reduced?"

The black-haired wizard, who faintly thought of something, suddenly smiled:

"Think about it, Isaac - when a weakened version of the 'Lightsaber' becomes a weapon in the hands of every soldier on the battlefield;"

"When its number goes from one or two, to tens or hundreds, or even thousands;"

"When the overwhelming beams of light swept across the battlefield, leaping from side to side......"

"When the light on the earth shines brighter than the sun in the sky......"

"Could it be... That kind of scene and picture is not shocking enough, not deep enough to penetrate the hearts of the people......"

"Not enough... Call it a miracle?"

Isaac, with a tangled expression, fell into some kind of contemplation.

"Are you scared?" asked Loren tentatively, looking at him.

"It's not scared! Well, worry, just a little worry. Shaking his head very awkwardly, Isaac's expression was extremely entangled: "Because at first I just wanted to give those elves a little color, but now Loren, you tell me, this thing's influence may be more than that, so ......"

I see, the black-haired wizard understood.

Elixir of the Holy Blood of Ebolden... This "root of all evil", which has been plaguing them for the past few years, is the failure of Isaac's immature theory, and has become an invincible tool in the hands of the "black cross" Seriel.

He was afraid, afraid that the "Bright Light Sword" would eventually become the same source of evil as the Holy Blood Elixir, causing killing and destruction.

"Isaac, war is a cruel place - either he kills you, or you kill him, there is no third possibility. Loren patted him on the shoulder: "So if you can make the 'Bright Light Sword', then the form of war can be completely changed and become a one-sided result." ”

"With it, we may be able to end a war that would have resulted in thousands of corpses at a fraction of the cost. ”

"So, we don't make weapons to kill, not to hurt more people, but to save more people!" Isaac reacted immediately:

"We are fundamentally different from Farnes and Seliol the 'Black Cross', right?!"

"That's nature!" Loren said decisively, "When the light of the 'Bright Light Sword' rises on the battlefield, it will definitely be able to save everyone!"

...... Or kill everyone.