Pitman invited Gawain into his cabin, this little old man who looked a lot old but had a pair of eyes that were more shrewd and nimble than the young profiteer, he went to serve tea and water while peeking at Gawain: "The Duke himself came to visit me in such a shabby and dilapidated cabin, is there some difficult problem that needs my druid spells?" Or are you finally interested in my transit rituals and divination? ”

Gawain casually swept the furnishings in the house, and found that it was very neat and tidy, the workbench for alchemy experiments and various containers for mixing potions were neatly placed in the work area in the northwest corner of the capital, and the living area was also simple and simple, which was completely different from the dirty and messy feeling on Pittman's body when he first came to this place.

Hearing the little old man speak, he directly ignored the second half of the other party's re-sale, and said directly: "I'm very interested in the process of you concocting alchemy potions and blessing them. ”

Pittmant was surprised: "Dispensing potions and blessings? For this little thing, you still come to visit in person? ”

"I just happened to be passing by, so I'm here to satisfy my curiosity," Gawain waved his hand, "and I remember telling you before that I wanted to increase the yield of agricultural catalytic agents, and I don't know what the results will be." ”

Pitman grimaced: "How can it be so easy, you are too ...... time"

Gao Wen waved his hand: "It's okay if there are no results for the time being, just let me see the progress of your work." ”

Pitman breathed a sigh of relief, his face stacked all over the place: "That's fine, I'm just about to get to work." ”

As he spoke, he walked over to the work area where the potions were to be dispensed, and began to prepare the potions: it was his daily job to make them anyway, so he should satisfy the personal hobby of the duke's strange temperament.

Gawain followed the little old man, watching him bust between the potions and alchemy tools, but more complicated thoughts were spinning in his mind.

The Magic Engine succeeded.

This is really a joyous thing, even the mature and steady Hetty is immersed in the joy of success, and Gawain is certainly no exception.

However, there was not only joy in Gawain's heart, but also the doubts that had arisen before but were temporarily suppressed: what is magic? What are the laws of this world?

The operation of the magic energy engine undoubtedly shows the existence of logic and law, and also shows that all kinds of phenomena in this world are not independent of each other, but have a relationship with each other, and can be combined into a system, the repulsion circle will push the piston, the piston will drive the crankshaft and connecting rod, the flywheel rotation will produce inertia, and the inertia will make every workflow of the engine connected, and further outward, the energy of the engine comes from the magic net, and the energy of the magic net comes from the environment......

Everything seems to be in order, completely closed.

But where did the original magic come from? Magic web drawn from the natural environment? And what about the magic in the natural environment? Is it really endless and everywhere? Can it really be replenished into the magic net in a steady stream for eternity?

Does the world not even observe the conservation of energy?

Or does magic actually have its own source, its own limit reserves, it is only contained in everything in the world in a way that humans cannot observe and calculate, and human beings use it ignorantly, thinking that it is infinite, but it may run out one day?

In the face of this most worrying problem, Gawain didn't even bother to think about what kind of "repulsion" the magic array generated.

To be honest, the moment he saw the magic engine spin, Gawain's mind was filled with joy along with worry.

Mechanical operation is a more intuitive catharsis of energy, which makes Gawain aware of the existence of the process of "energy consumption" more than the static magic array on the rune furnace, but he is not yet used to the fact that he can't see the energy storage material at all—he can't see the "magic fuel", he can't see the battery, he can't see the actual wire, and he can't see a dashboard that measures energy consumption, which gives him a feeling of emptiness, as if he is afraid that the magic energy engine will suddenly stop when it is spinning......

Even if wireless power transmission on Earth was realized, Gawain at least knew that fuel was burning in the power plant, but here...... There is only a magic net that keeps filling out of thin air, and the people of this world may be accustomed to this phenomenon, but he suddenly feels awkward.

Gawain wanted to understand the secret of the nature of magic, to understand why the world works the way it does, to understand why water is difficult to do when it turns into steam, but it still maintains a three-state change, and to understand why electromagnetic induction fails in this world, but there are still independent magnetic and electric fields, and theoretically "light" as a special electromagnetic wave still exists (if it is really "light")......

These contradictions made him feel a great sense of disconnection, and many phenomena that should have been closely related to each other and the principles behind them seemed fragmented in this world, as if matter was no longer an orderly existence, but was forcibly set there by the so-called gods, and each of them presented a myriad of strange physical and chemical properties, not because the microcosm supported them, but because they were "as they should be......

These contradictions and disconnections were once suppressed by the busy business, and Gawain was temporarily forgotten in his mind, but the moment the magic engine really worked according to his vision, these thoughts resurfaced irrepressibly.

But he knows that he can't become a fat man by eating one bite, and it is impossible to directly explain the microscopic realm and basic principles of this world at this stage, he must go step by step, and to understand the lowest truth, he must first start from observing the most superficial phenomena, starting from the empirical and practical realm.

For example, first observe the various types of magic in this world, and how they work.

Hetty and Rebecca are both serious mages (although they are both a little off the beaten path), but instead of looking for them, Gawain finds Pittman, because he knows one thing: the druid's spells are the most special in the world, and their origins and changes seem to reveal some secrets about magic.

Druid magic evolved from divine magic.

Pitman has prepared the potion materials that need to be configured today and the props for the druid ceremony, and he explained while operating: "It is not very difficult to configure the alchemy potion, the materials required for the most basic catalytic potions are very cheap, and the herbs are everywhere, mainly consuming time on post-processing, such as smoking, drying, grinding, etc., and finding more people in this aspect can actually solve the problem." ”

As he spoke, he placed the powdered crowtail seeds and perilla chrysanthemum petals into a heated container, poured pure water and some kind of grass juice prepared in advance.

"I heard Amber explain to me the labor systems you invented, such as process splitting, accountability, and assembly operations, to be honest, all amazing ideas, so that the complex alchemy preparation process can be broken down to a layman, but the most critical parts cannot be ......"

Bubbles began to bubble up in the heating container, and a spicy, pungent smell came out, and Pitman quickly added a new potion to it to balance the potency of the mixture.

"The potion made in the pre-step is just a mortal thing, it does not have extraordinary power, and even if it has an effect, it is very weak, in order for it to exert magical power, it must be infused with magical power, and this step must be completed through a druid ritual......"

Pitman had sealed the lid of the heating vessel, and through a curved copper conduit, the evaporated gas from the container was exported to the condenser tube next to it, and condensed into drops of pale green juice, which the little old man carefully collected, and finally made a small cup, which he placed on a small altar next to it.

Gawain watched the little old man operate there without blinking, and he saw that Pittman had placed elemental runes representing wind, fire, water and earth around the altar, which were all carved into oak wood chips, and then placed two crystals in the inner layer - very ordinary white crystals, the cheapest of natural crystals.

He then began chanting the druid's obscure incantation, and Gawain immediately activated his magical senses.

He saw that the glow of magic gradually filled Pittman's surroundings, and these energies were arranged in special geometric shapes under the guidance of the runes, and trembled and affected around the semi-finished potion, and the color of the potion also changed from light green to dark green.

When the transformation was about to be completed, the druid stopped chanting the incantation, removed the two white crystals, and began to recite the prayer to the gods of nature: "O great gods of nature, protectors of life, great spirits of nature...... O heart of the woods, O guide of life, O thy devout believers, hereby pray, and pray for the reciprocal reciprocal of the gods of nature, may thou be ...... from the oak Palm ...... Or Oak, may you give the Gospel from your Oak Throne, and let this potion be filled with the energy of life, and let it ...... Oh it's finished? ”

Pitman looked down and confirmed that the potion had been completely transformed, so he simply stopped the prayer that was almost unfinished, and smiled and took the potion off the altar and handed it to Gawain: "Look, the freshly baked plant growth catalyst is still hot." ”

Gao Wen took the potion, and felt that his whole face was shaking, the kind of shaking that even the national character face and beard could not save.

Is this old boy's last prayer a joke?!

But it was the last prayer of the other party, which was almost nonsense, resting on normal believers and had been destroyed by his own God seventy or eighty times, that made Gawain's thoughts completely determined.

Once a Druid Divine ...... Sure enough, it has completely disappeared.

The only thing that remains in the world now is druid magic.

He placed the small cup of the still-steaming potion beside him and looked Pittman in the eye, "If I'm not mistaken, your prayer is actually an excerpt from the Druid's Heart of the Woods faction, the Word of the Jungle." ”

Pittman was a little surprised: "You even know this?!" ”

"I've read this book," Gawain said, waving his hand, indicating that the question didn't matter, "I'm trying to say - are the druids' spells really born out of magic?" ”

(Push the book, "I, God, Redeemer" written by Shiyu - yes, it was originally written about the Little Bubble Cult, and the book is still a Gollum Cult, a cultural invasion missionary stream.) ）