Those experimental records are proof of the bloody flow of Gawain's "Earth Experience" and "this world" when the rules are running-in, and he binds them into a book, encrypts them in Chinese, and treats them as his secret secrets.

Of all experimental records, almost eight CDs were failures.

This means that although the world seems to be habitable, and the natural environment even looks a little similar to the earth on the surface, it is very different from the earth in terms of deep rules, and what supports its operation is a completely alien order to Gawain, in which various supernatural forces, including magic, occupy a considerable weight.

No, maybe they shouldn't be called supernatural powers anymore, in this world, rubbing big fireballs and chanting incantations and shouting immortals is the natural power.

But Gawain didn't really choose to wash and sleep, on the contrary, this incredible world made him full of fighting spirit.

He believes that all laws have a way to be interpreted, everything should have deep laws, people should be in awe of nature, but not stop at nature because of fear of nature, since there are real extraordinary forces in this world, then the extraordinary power as a real thing to study, just like the wind, rain, thunder and lightning of the home world, gravity, the so-called magic here is only a part of the natural cycle, although his "earth experience" is useless, but his way of thinking - Is the way of thinking honed in the age of the information explosion still inferior to that of the old-fashioned aristocracy and pedantic scholars who are bound by medieval life?

What's more, not all experience is useless.

Gawain picked up the two clear lenses in the corner of the table, cheap artificial crystals (this cheapness was only relative to natural magic crystals), and it took the most skilled craftsmen in Tanzania two days to polish them into a convex lens and a concave lens, according to Gawain's request. Gawain held the two lenses in front of him, one after the other, and kept adjusting their positions until a clear image appeared in his eyes.

Although the speed of light could not be determined, at least the light still followed the laws he was familiar with in the process of propagation.

At least the telescope could be built – an inexpensive "eagle eye" that could be generalized to civilians.

As long as the cost of artificial crystal is further reduced and the inefficiency of manual polishing is solved.

In addition to optical phenomena, the operation of the waterwheel also proves one thing: in this world, although the basic laws of the microscopic realm may be many different from those of the earth, some intuitive, macroscopic physical laws should not be much different from the earth.

So a lot of things can still be done.

After writing about the telescope in his memo, Gawain let out a long yawn and noticed that it was completely quiet outside: night had already fallen, and it was time to go to bed.

Gawain's ears were sharp, and he could hear faint sounds of snoring and dreaming coming from nearby, which were Betty and Amber sleeping next door. Listening to Amber, who never forgot to talk about making a fortune in his sleep, he couldn't help but shake his head and smile.

At this time, it is really time to wash and sleep.

As the night deepened, the last light in the tent was extinguished, and the quiet darkness shrouded in the curtain that had sheltered the dreamer of the legendary Night Lady, Gawain struggled to clear his mind and slowly sink into sleep.

And it is only when everything is plunged into darkness that some glimmers that would otherwise be ignored by everyone have a chance to be revealed: beside Gawain's desk, some extremely subtle light slowly emerges, and the glimmer comes from the large basket next to the desk, the pile of waste that amber made when he fired "cement".

……

Some of the men in the camp after dark—not the "workers" of the "Cecil Ironworks", although Gawain changed the name of the blacksmith's shop and gave the old blacksmith some information about the new system of production, but at this stage when all the infrastructure was imperfect, not even electric lighting, there was no need for three shifts in any of the camps—the people who were awake were the loyal soldiers who were on duty at night.

In the middle of the night on duty, the militiamen walked through the path with burning braziers in armor and helmets, and handed over at various posts, a small group of militiamen passed through the stacking area on the south side of the camp and came to a tent located on the periphery of the camp independent of all facilities. ”

"Nonsense, what can a rock do but sleep?" The captain of the squad who was about to go to rest shrugged, "I really don't know what the use of us guarding here, it's just a stone ball, and there has been no movement for so many days, and Mrs. Hetty still puts all kinds of spells on it every day to stimulate it, and I haven't seen any effect......"

"Say a few words," the squad leader reminded the succession, "this is the Duke's decision, he ordered this thing to be guarded, do you have any opinion?" ”

"Of course no opinion, of course no opinion," the person on the other side quickly replied, and then looked down at the delicate and magically radiant equipment on his body, "I also have to thank Lord Duke, I never thought that I could use such a good thing in my life, and I have the illusion of becoming a knight lord......"

"Don't expect this to come in handy." The team leader who came to change shifts patted him on the shoulder, "Go back and rest." ”

Yawning his comrades left, and the bearded squad leader took over with his four soldiers. While the two soldiers stood at the door, he himself lifted the curtain of the tent and stepped into it.

The "stone ball" with a diameter of about one meter and a half was quietly staying in the center of the tent: a pit had been dug in the ground below it to ensure that the stone ball could stay in it safely, and around it, there were several thick wooden stakes, and the original thick hemp rope between the stakes was now replaced by a rope mixed with magic threads, the magic threads in those ropes were slightly fluorescent in the night, but the main function was also a psychological comfort.

In addition to this, there were several wooden shelves and a desk with some magic crystals and alchemical potions on the shelves, and some scribbled manuscripts pressed with paperweights on the desk. These things are not touched by ordinary soldiers: they are all research notes left by Hetty.

It's just a pity that there is no progress on those research notes.

"This thing really hasn't changed at all," a soldier walked around the stone ball, resisting the urge to hit the stone ball twice with the spear in his hand, muttering to his mouth, "I heard that it is a relic of the ancient Gondor Empire, and I thought it was so powerful." ”

The squad leader patted the soldier's head: "Don't talk nonsense, carefully check whether there is any surface cracking, whether there is any moving position, after the inspection, you will go out first, and come in after half an hour to change shifts with me." ”

The soldier muttered as he began to inspect it, while the squad leader casually surveyed the tent's furnishings, but as soon as he looked away from the stone ball, a vague, static-like sensation spread over his skin and made some of his hairs stand on end.

Those who can survive the Cecil catastrophe that day are not idle people, even if it is a militia captain, it is also a trainee knight in other noble territories, this middle-aged soldier with a beard instantly became alert, pressed one hand on the long sword at his waist and pulled out half: "There is a situation!" ”

However, in the next second, the "electric shock" that stood on end disappeared, and the two soldiers looked at each other after clenching their spears for a long time, and one of them glanced at his captain: "Boss...... You're too nervous, aren't you? ”

"No, I did feel ...... just now," the captain himself explained, confused, but halfway through his sentence, he noticed that the faint magical halo on the enchanted breastplate of one of the warriors had been extinguished for some time, "Locke! Your breastplate! ”

The soldier named Locke glanced down and exclaimed in a low voice: "Ah! ”

But as soon as he exclaimed, the already dim enchanted cuirass returned to normal, and an extremely faint magical halo covered the armor as if nothing had happened.

Immediately afterwards, the breastplate of the other soldier underwent the same change: it was extinguished and then restored, and the squad leader saw that the sword in his hand had also lost its enchanted brilliance for a short time.

He was about to draw half of his long sword completely: "Calm down! Slowly get out of here, this place ......"

Before he finished speaking, a strange force came from the long sword, as if a pair of invisible hands were dragging it, and the enchanted soldier sword from the ancient Gondor Empire was violently pulled in the direction of the ball in the center of the tent, and the team leader instinctively fought against this force, and exclaimed: "Go and call someone!" There's something wrong with this ball! ”

The soldier named Locke immediately rushed towards the door, but no sooner had he been halfway through than a tremendous force came from his armor—a force that was technically dragging along his armor. He was dragged up by this powerful attraction, crashing through the fences and ropes around the sphere, and then the whole person was firmly sucked on the "stone ball".

Locke struggled in horror, trying to break free of his armor, but the strong attraction caused the clasp of the armor to fit perfectly together, and he couldn't break free after several attempts. On the other side, the squad leader also felt the attraction of the long sword getting stronger, and he finally couldn't hold his weapon, and the latter immediately came out of his hand, a whistle sounded in the air, and finally stuck to the top of the "stone ball" with a "clang".

The tip of the sword and the head of the soldier Locke were only half a palm away.

Locke rolled his eyes and glanced at the sword above his head, and finally shouted at the top of his voice, "The stone ball is alive!" There is a situation!! ”

His shouts echoed almost half of the camp......

The squad leader, who had lost his weapon, looked at his empty right hand in a daze, and then looked up at the other soldier in the tent.

His own armor wasn't sucked away, and the rest of the soldier wasn't sucked at all.

This "stone ball" still picks and chooses when it sucks things?