Chapter 4: The Ember Herald
"Want me to rate? Have you peeed before? I'm really worried about what if you're going to get mad at me and get incontinent. β
"Your Excellency Palbchiko, I don't think it's so outrageous......"
"No, no, no, it's not like that, if you don't have too much excrement left in your brain, I think you can tell that I don't have the slightest intention of complimenting you right now...... Why, still not dead? Are you so confident in your work? β
ββ¦β¦ At least in terms of ideas......"
"βyes, in terms of creativity, you idiot is barely passing. But if you want to talk about basic skills, you are not even as good as the cleaning aunt in the basement of the second tower who is responsible for cleaning up the test bench every day. How did your teacher teach you? You actually used the Arts rune to write the equation for the energy conversion part? Do you want your Marquis to lose his mother and don't know him, or do you want that so-called hydro windmill to turn into a cute big 'Boom-' when it spins too fast? Could you please use that ball-like organ with long hair above your neck to recall a little, did you take our gracious Gtys rune to feed it to the dog, or did you return it to your teacher as a thank you gift? β
"My dear Miss Wizard, I'm about to cry stupidly from you, you know. I praise the miracle of the Tree of Life, whose gift there is a miraculous creature with a brain on its chest on the path of evolution of all things in the world! Right now! My sweet little girl, please move your. Son, recall an overview of the Gtys runes! Recall that rune 32 is more stable at the beginning of a sentence than Arts17? And ......"
Listening to the child-clear but increasingly high-pitched mocking voice inside the door, which had completely changed the weak female voice, Marquis Lyria smiled helplessly and pushed the door in.
If he didn't come in again, the witch of his house would probably be reprimanded to cry.
"Alright, Your Excellency the Star Caller. After all, Rorona is just a bewitched witch, and she doesn't know much about enchantments......"
"You're wrong, Lord Marquis."
"Of course I know she's a bewitcher, and I even know that she graduated in '12 with a B+, and her graduation project is an improved version of a topical petrochemical that can harden the skin for a short time...... Well, I'll admit that she's doing a good job, at least in terms of business vision. β
"βHowever, a partial subject is a partial subject. There is no excuse for this. β
With a small face held high, the Star Caller said in a slightly mocking tone to the Marquis, who was almost twice his height, "Do you know what the final result would be if you made a windmill according to Rorona's blueprints? β
"According to my calculations, in the first three months of the windmill, the energy it converts is basically the same as the energy it consumes. Of course, we also know that any business starts out at a loss...... However, wait until three months later, it is generally used for Dadang. Quantity explosion. The Arts rune of the explosive's timer will absorb enough energy and start a random number of timers. When the timer is over, there is a 'boom', and the accumulated energy will be detonated in one breath along with the energy of the spar in the circuit. At that point, all you can do, Lord Marquis, is hope that no one will be near the windmill at that time. By the way, when I say nearby, I mean within a radius of one mile. β
The face of the girl behind him grew paler and paler amid the starcaller's increasingly cold taunting voice.
"No...... Lord Marquis...... I don't know ......."
She let out a low cry of sorrow, not daring to look up at the faces of the Marquis and the Starcaller. Her whole body trembled violently, as if she had malaria: "Please forgive me......"
"The Marquis has forgiven you, who will forgive the innocents who died because of your stupidity and laziness?"
Palbchiko shook his head and sternly raised his head to look at Rorona: "Rorona, you were like this when you were in the White Tower before. You've always wanted to get quick fixes, and I remember you asking Anville, 'What's the use of learning these things?' - and now, I'm going to tell you. The more knowledge you have as an inventor, the fewer flaws you have in designing things. You can revise your design by relying on your own knowledge and reasonable inferences, not the corpse of the experimenter. Think about it, if I wasn't here, the Marquis really built it according to your design, and what would you get when it exploded? Oh and if your creativity is a hydrodynamic timed high-energy fry. I'm really going to give you a standing ovation for your invention. β
By the time she said this, Rorona was really on the verge of crying.
The Marquis shook his head with a wry smile at the Star Caller, motioning for him to stop and stop talking.
Silver-haired Zhengtai pursed his lips, but still sighed, and gave up continuing to preach.
"Okay Rolona, I'm not going to do anything to you...... Forget it, it's useless to tell you this. I'll change your design for you tonight, and when you're free tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, you'll come over, and I'll continue to tell you about the difference between the Arts and Gtys runes. β
As soon as he finished speaking, Rorona retreated happily as if she had been amnestied.
The caller couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth, but he didn't say anything.
He himself knew what he was like in the eyes of this group of students.
In the Marquis's opinion, he had only one idea.
That is, His Excellency the Star Caller deserves to be His Excellency the Star Caller. Even after the fall of the White Tower, the effects of sorcery are now diminished by half, and the Star Caller can still do things that only sorcery can do through pure runes.
Unlike the great wizards who have studied the nature of witchcraft - most wizards and witches are almost useless these days. It is precisely because of the huge reduction in their strength that the persecution of them by the gods can be effective.
Otherwise, both Su Ze and Titan would have agreed to accept this group of homeless wizards.
The world of wizards is enough to change the world.
This is not a slogan, but a fact.
"Speaking of which, did you tell that little brother that you want to erect a statue of Roland?"
Suddenly, the Star Caller turned around, raised his head and asked solemnly.
"Of course."
The marquis nodded: "I told him the ins and outs of the matter." Otherwise, it would be difficult for him to convince his old-fashioned and more serious brother. β
"That's fine."
Silver Hair Shota nodded with satisfaction: "That ash messenger will definitely be lured out...... But the task of distinguishing who is the Ember Messenger and who is the mere opponent is not simple. β
"Anyway, please leave it to me."
The Marquis smiled slyly.
"Me...... There are already plans. (To be continued.) )