As the last rune was connected to the entire circle, the rune substrate on the bench instantly began to run.

The mana is injected into the substrate through a transmission device on the laboratory table, and the standard runes that are snapped to the substrate and specially used for laboratory testing are lit one by one, and the mana flow flows in an orderly manner between the magic materials, and is transformed into a specific spell effect - a pale cyan air flow appears above the substrate, and the traction of the rune lines forms a specific vortex shape.

Of course, the clean air mass or air flow itself is not visible, and the pale blue color is actually the "elemental glare" effect produced by the interaction of magic with the active elements in the air, and seeing the familiar elemental glare, Carmel knows that his experiment has succeeded.

Jenny's formula set and Raven Keith's constant are still valid when dealing with the magic runes of the elven system - the classic elven spell of the Wind Blessing is perfectly controlled in the human laboratory.

Looking at the swirling air mass, Kamel fell into deep thought for a moment.

When did the concept of "spellcasting" gradually deviate from his cognition?

Traditional mages are proud of their personal spell-casting ability, and only if they can use their own hands and their own spiritual power to shape spell effects, they are regarded as a qualified spellcaster, but "talent" is a thing that congenitally limits everyone's maximum spell-casting ability, and a person with insufficient talent, no matter how good his mind is, no matter how hard he learns, he can't release the spell, but ...... What kind of spell effect should be these spells that run on the test bench and rely on calculations, tools, and materials to produce them?

In the concept of traditional magicians, this is called "magic circle casting", and it is still the patent of mages, because only people with the talent of spellcasting can depict the magic circle by sensing the flow of magic power, how high the casting talent, how complex the depicted magic circle can be, so the casting through the magic circle is essentially no different from the individual casting, but the research and use of the magic circle in front of him ...... In fact, it was made by the assistant researchers in the Rune Research Institute.

It was a group of ordinary people with extremely low magical talents, or even no magical talents.

They designed all the rune structures by means of pen and paper, and Kamel was just a guide from the sidelines, although the "Blessing of the Wind" was only the most basic thing in the elven spell system, and even one or two level of spells could only be counted in the human spell system, but a group of ordinary people reconstructed a magic circle that could be used, which in itself challenged the traditional concept of "spellcasting".

A slightly excited voice came from the side, interrupting Kamel's thoughts: "Master Kamal...... We did it! ”

"yes, we made it!" "These elven runes really operate according to the structure of the rune knot-interference knot!" "It worked!!"

The assistant researchers gathered here, and they couldn't help but get excited as they looked at the stable operation of the magic circle on the experimental table, but because of Kamel's presence, they didn't dare to cheer loudly directly - the majesty of the Grand Magus was still ingrained in their hearts.

Kamel raised his head, his gaze swept over these magic researchers in white short robes, the white short robes were the "exclusive clothing for technicians" designed by the lord, this kind of clothes that resembled magic robes actually did not have any magic auxiliary effects, but wearing this white robe was already the highest honor in the hearts of many magic guide technicians in the current territory, he looked at these researchers with excited faces, and suddenly seemed to see those old friends who stood in the laboratory with him a thousand years ago......

The next second, Kamel came to his senses, and he let out a slightly trembling voice: "Yes, it worked, each and every one of you is good - this is all worth celebrating, I will propose to Dean Jenny that there be a celebration in the institute tonight!" ”

The researchers left the lab with the excitement of the success of the experiment and the antichagratory anticipation of an evening dinner, while Carmel returned to the bench and looked at the other drawings fixed to the nearby shelf.

That's the blueprint of the acceleration track, and some tweaks that the lord sent me a while ago.

He didn't know how the lord had determined these adjustment parameters, but they were all quite effective after initial testing, and now that the steps to add air boost to the shells were complete, the next task was to create the acceleration track.

Kamel has already seen the light of day, because the theoretical part of all the drawings has been solved, and in his deduction, these things should not be too much of a problem in the actual test, this new weapon, which the lord named the "Magic Crystal Railgun", may soon be able to turn from the drawings into a finished product, but compared to this physical cannon scheme, his directed energy weapon research has encountered some trouble.

- Lack of manpower.

There are only a dozen assistant researchers in the Rune Research Institute at present, and Jenny has already sent half of them to his command, and the rest of the researchers are following Jenny to do research on the interference problem in the intermediate rune system, which is obviously immobile.

Although the theoretical parameters are ready, it is not so easy to transform the theoretical drawings into practical products, and it is foreseeable that for a long time in the future, there will be no redundant manpower on the research side to help him deal with the problem of directed energy weapons - Kamel's own energy is enough, but without assistants, his efficiency is not much higher.

This is not the first time that Carmel has been worried about this problem because of the lack of assistants, and he feels that he must solve this problem, otherwise he will still be overstretched in the future even if he solves this problem.

The ancient magister couldn't help but think of the new facility that the lord had ordered to be established, the comprehensive research center called the Magic Guiding Technology Research Institute, he knew that the research institute was a department that was more inclined to the practical field, there were large laboratories and skilled technicians who were good at dealing with practical problems, strictly speaking, the Magic Guiding Technology Research Institute was more suitable for dealing with his weapon research and development projects, but that research institute had only just broken ground now, and I was afraid that it would not be possible to count on it in the short term.

What's more, even if the facility is completed, the technicians inside have a lot of tasks to do: those are all magic technicians, and their work tasks are probably already full.

So where to find a group of assistants?

I'm afraid there aren't enough intellectuals in the entire territory to be trained to be magicians...... Unless you can find a way to bring in another batch of talents.

As he pondered, Kamal suddenly remembered a name he had heard while chatting with Jenny not long ago.

He left the institute and headed straight for Cecil's General Academy, located south of the institute.

Santis had just finished his afternoon class, and after giving the children homework to copy runes and memorize basic rune rules, he packed up his teaching materials and prepared to go back to his dormitory to rest.

The young arcanist had become accustomed to life in Cecil's Territory.

Every day, I prepare for class, attend class, explain the mysteries of the wizarding world to the children, check the students' learning progress and homework, and then get off work, return to the dormitory, prepare for the next day's lessons, go to the cafeteria, go to eat with the teachers of the college, and discuss the students' learning progress by the way. Occasionally, he was frustrated by students with poor grades, but more often than not, he rejoiced in their progress—sometimes a gift from a student who had baked a snack at home or a beautiful stone they had touched from the river. The second case is a little more so.

He was at first at a loss, but now the beautiful stones were piled up on the windowsill of his dormitory.

Santis loved life in Cecil.

Without the intrigues of the royal capital, without the suffocating and oppressive atmosphere of the mage tower, without the cynicism and rejection from the superior nobles and superior magicians, this is a place where he can feel comfortable—even though it is located on the border, and although it is regarded by the lords of the royal capital as "a barren place for fools to go", Santis feels that there is no place more comfortable for him than here.

Let those old men in the royal capital be as narrow-minded as they can, it's better if they don't come.

Santis tucked his teaching aid bag under his arm—which contained a set of tools for making illustrations, a textbook, a lesson plan, and a box of wooden rune "blocks" for demonstration, all but which he had made himself—as he walked out of the main school building, he surveyed the scenery of the academy.

The snow had been shoveled away by the students and school workers the previous days, and it was not deserted in Cecil College during the coldest part of the winter: Santis saw that the consuls who had come to the evening school were walking in groups to another building, and they were all workers who had just left work: since more and more factories in the territory made "literacy" a standard for senior workers, more and more people came to the night school on their own initiative.

After all, only by reading and counting can you easily learn how to operate the machines in the factory, and can you understand the complex work assigned by the foreman, and the workers who operate the machines ...... The income is nearly twice as high as that of illiterate laborers who can only carry bags and bricks.

A glowing arcane light suddenly appeared in view, and Santis involuntarily stopped.

It was Kamel, the most powerful spellcaster in the realm, a magus from the ancient Gondor Empire.

As a second-level arcanist, and also an arcanist who grew up in the wizard circle of the royal capital, Santis was subconsciously a little nervous.

After confirming that the ancient magus was really floating towards him, Santis quickly took a deep breath and calmed down, and took the initiative to salute: "Good afternoon, Master Kamal. ”

"Mr. Santis, we met when the Lord took me on a tour of the Academy," Kamel paused in front of Santis and said straight to the point, "I want to talk to you about something. ”

"You're talking to me about something?" Santis was stunned for a moment, and nodded hurriedly, "Of course, of course it's no problem, please say it." ”

"I need some helpers to help me with a very important magical task."

"Ah...... Yes? Santis was stunned for a moment, then even more stunned, "You need an assistant...... You should need at least a mid-level or even high-level magician to be eligible to be your apprentice......"

"From what I know so far, most of the magicians of this era are stupid, as long as the mind is fixed, the intermediate and high ranks are equally useless to me," Kamel commented unceremoniously, "I want to ask you, do you still know friends like you in your royal capital's wizard circle?" ”

(I just got home...... ）