The horrific experiment temporarily extinguished Professor Ashley's enterprising spirit, and he paused to begin sorting through the experimental records and preparing the experimental report and paper.

Taking advantage of the chaos, Duchamp got his crystal ball back as he wished, and now it was white and flawless, crystal clear.

Duchamp had a feeling that in the few seconds that the shadow energy burned, it finally seemed to become more powerful and violent, and the bright light caused by the explosion was even more incomprehensible.

What is the answer, even if researchers want to explore it, there are no samples available for research for the time being. This is finally over.

The explosion in the laboratory caused a commotion on campus, and even Ms. Helen asked him about the explosion in class.

"How did you know I was in the trial?" Duchamp asked sensitively.

Helen immediately revealed that it was Remur who had told her, unconcernedly.

In desperation, Duchamp mysteriously told her that Professor Ashley's paper on the explosion would be published in a certain time, and that everything would be on paper.

Ms. Helen showed no affection and told him to take her to Professor Ashley at once. "I don't think you know the cause of the explosion, but I do know the mystery."

Hearing this, Professor Ashley looked at the astrology teacher for the first time curiously: "Do you know the riddle? How do you know? ”

"My crystal ball was monitoring an incredible trace of energy that day." Ms. Helen said solemnly.

"You also have a crystal ball? Great, can you borrow it and study it, it turns out that the one that was in a hurry to return it to someone else was taken away. ”

The professor said in surprise.

After a while, Professor Ashley, under the questioning of Ms. Helen, still gave a general account of the content of the experiment.

After listening only to a rough idea, Ms. Helen made a judgment.

"I don't think it's the ordinary shadow energy of this world, it's mixed with the hellish energy attracted by human telekinesis, making it evil, and any contact with the power of hell is extremely dangerous, you must stop similar experiments immediately."

This is a new piece of information. Duchamp couldn't help but think of the bones and altars in the basement.

It was then that he heard Professor Ashley say:

"Perhaps as you said, when I compared the results of this experiment, I also found that the wave frequency was very different from the previous samples. By the way, the sample for this experiment was obtained by Styry, and it was also brought in a crystal ball. By the way, if it's hell energy, what kind of energy is it, and where can I get research samples? ”

Duchamp scratched his scalp helplessly, knowing that the professor's words would definitely bring him endless trouble.

"Professor Shenyan, the scope of your research has reached the edge of taboo, do you understand what you are doing?" Lady Helen was taken aback by the professor's attitude, and screamed loudly, "The energy of hell is a force that does not belong to this world, and if it is contaminated a little, it will corrode the body and soul of human beings, don't you know that this is a forbidden realm?" ”

But for scientists, there are no taboos at all, and Professor Ashley is unyielding, holding on to this question, completely breaking the logic of witches.

The witch squeaked for a long time, admitting that she was ignorant of it, but there was no doubt that the energy from hell could make the shadow energy go berserk.

"Maybe your experiment accidentally caused the Black Flame of Hell, the kind of shadowless fire that is said to burn everything in the world, in short, be careful." The witch left this sentence behind and fled.

Professor Ashley and Duchamp were left to look at each other. After a while, the professor decided to take this information into his notes. Hell Black Flame, what a mysterious title it sounds.

Walking out of Professor Ashley's office, Duchamp muttered to himself as he looked at the witch's distant back.

"Hell Black Flame, is that what the witches are called?"

The information that came back from his detection skill that day was called 'Dark Yan'. Whatever its name, it doesn't look like it's easy to mess with.

"In short, the main focus is still on the body's resonance with Qiyao and the absorption and transformation, which is the key to breaking through the eighth order."

After a few more days of ordinary life, Duchamp received a letter.

This is the letter from the Sword Saint, the Sword Saint told him in secret words that there has been a phased progress in the detection of the stronghold of the DG Order, and the net will be closed in about half a month, and if Duchamp has anything to tell him, he can write to Dan to hand it over. ”

Duchamp looked at the time of the letter, which was sent in early November, that is. Cassius has now begun to close the net.

After reading the letter, he subconsciously looked at the time displayed on his watch.

Without his intervention, Cassius would have begun directing a purge of the Mystic Order in the spring of 1198, which was so successful that almost all of the Evil Order committed suicide except for a few who escaped.

And under his forcible intervention, the time was advanced by a year, and I don't know if it can achieve that effect.

He didn't know much about this matter, and the rest depended on the efforts of Lao Ka and the police of various countries, but there was one important thing that he did not tell Cassius, about the secret of the Sun Fortress. After the invasion of Paradise, he believed that the Sun Fortress must be more than just a pile of ruins, and that the real castle must have been hidden in a similar way.

He thought about it, and instead of replying to Dan, he ran to Professor Ashley's office, borrowed the communicator, and made a phone call to the Lord's Mansion of Pvenness.

After more than twenty minutes, the bell of the communicator finally rang.

"Styri, what's the matter with you, did you get in trouble with the Lord's Mansion?" Lu Concern's voice rang out over there.

"No trouble, but I don't have a reliable person on my side who can help me get in touch, you think about who among our old fellows is suitable for this, come out and help me for the time being." In addition, Aggie is a very smart kid, and Pvennis doesn't have a solar school, so I want him to come to Rurey with him, and when he doesn't have enough manpower, I can use him. There were other children in the group who were going to middle school, and they were also sent over, and it just so happened that our accommodation in the city was still empty. ”

Lu thought for a while and said, "Now Ah Jin is taking care of the dojo, and Ah Wu is the deputy in the regiment. Only Gavin is the right one among the old man. It's okay for Aji to go out for a walk, since he found out that he doesn't have the ability to guide resonance, he is quite disappointed, and tomorrow Ah Wu and I will personally send them out. ”

"Then Gavin and Aggie, do they have any identification?"

After receiving an affirmative answer, Duchamp hung up the communicator. Such a call was quite troublesome, and Duchamp thought helplessly, should he get a special radio station to come out and make contact?

Gavin has always been loyal to Lu, but in Duchamp's opinion, it is more appropriate to send errands to the clever Aji.

In the afternoon, Fang was absent from class again, and Duchamp looked at his empty desk and knew that this kid must have gone to practice swords.

In the evening, when Duchamp was working hard to complete the "Strategy for Forming an Airship Lovers' Club" under the supervision of Dietrie, Fang finally returned with a big sword, and his whole body exuded a wild smell.

"Where did you go?" Duchamp asked.

"I went to the mountains to practice my sword."

"Does it work?" Duchamp brought him the dinner that had long been cold.

Fang flicked the light with his hand, listened to the chant of the big sword with satisfaction, and pointed the big sword sheath at Duchamp: "Go to the orchard, I will fight with you." ”

Duchamp glared at him: "It's better to hurry up and take a shower, let's have another meal, if you want to fight, let's talk about it tomorrow morning." With that, I turned my attention back to the document that was being written.

This "blimp enthusiasts' club" is not a loose organization like the fishing club, and in Duchamp's plan, it is entirely a United Airlines, but with a more local approach.

On Earth, what is the biggest expense when an airplane is bought? Fuel oil! In Semria, airships do not burn oil, although the initial manufacturing cost is expensive, but in the later stage, as long as the maintenance costs and personnel salaries are paid, for the rugged terrain, 70% of the empire is mountainous, the development of aviation industry has a greater advantage.

Encourage the major nobles to take out their savings to play this high-level new sport, and I believe that a large number of adventurous nobles will follow. As for the difficulty of personal maintenance of the aircraft, it is possible to bring in maintenance personnel from the Kingdom of Liberl, set up a member maintenance center, let the airship be regularly driven for maintenance, or even introduce a mobile maintenance boat.

Due to the peculiarities of imperial politics, Duchamp believed that if he did not hurry up and occupy the air, the Prime Minister would soon occupy the air, and would issue a decree on the monopoly of the state, like the railroad.

"This isn't what I like!" Thinking of this consequence, he suddenly found that it seemed a bit necessary to maintain the existence of the four famous sects at present.

Thinking of this, he continued to write:

"Members don't necessarily have to have an airship per person, if the strength is not enough, you can even buy an airship for multiple people, and members from different regions can jointly open up shipping routes. Airships are divided into leisure, cargo, luxury, passenger and other levels, which are managed by type, and the waterway composed of different members can be spliced into a complete logistics channel. This was not only recreational, but also commercial and practical, and could set off a craze for airships among the imperial aristocracy, so that the club formulated air flight regulations and regulations in one fell swoop, preventing the air from becoming a toy for some people, like the railway. ”

Duchamp wrote as he reminisced about the service model of the previous aviation industry, and he wrote nearly 10,000 words until the last word was finished, and after drawing a full stop, he handed the paper to Dietrie, and the other two people in the dormitory had long since fallen asleep.

Duchamp stretched, and suddenly remembered something more important.

"If you give this plan to the eldest lady of the Lane Ford Society, maybe she will be so excited that she can't sleep!"