The prospect described by Gawain seems to have opened a new door for Rebecca.

In the vast southern wilderness, steel paved tracks stretch into the boundless distance, magic-powered locomotives pull hundreds or thousands of tons of goods across the land, mechanical gears and levers roar, powerful magical engines roar, and far beyond the reach of human creations are like the arteries of the Duchy of Cecil, which can transport supplies and people to distant places in a matter of days—which in the past may have required a month's journey, and even carried with the danger of life.

She really wanted to see what her ancestors had depicted.

"We can give it a name," said Gawain, who had wanted to say the word "train" directly, but after thinking about it, he decided not to continue to embarrass the compilers of the Magic Guide Industry textbook, the respectable scholars who had begun to lose their hair one by one in order to explain why there was an inexplicable word for "electricity" in the "Magic Capacitor," "for example, called the Magic Energy Train, to distinguish it from the Magic Guide Car." Its working mechanism is completely different from that of the Magic Car, which uses greater efficiency to transport larger quantities of goods, and although it can only travel along a fixed track route, its efficiency can compensate for this limitation. ”

Then he paused, and then continued: "And the magic guide car also has its own field of application, it is more flexible, more convenient, can have a role in the transportation of short-distance and small goods, it forms a perfect complement to the magic energy train, and the transportation network they form can cover every corner of the southern border. ”

Rebecca's eyes sparkled, and she had already begun to sketch out in her mind how such a vehicle would be realized: "This requires a very, very powerful magic engine first...... Now we don't have such a large-scale ...... However, consider connecting several engines together...... Or spread the engine over several compartments and act as a power pack. It is also necessary to set up a high-power magic net on the car to power the engine...... I'm afraid there isn't enough space in the front of the car, so we need to distribute the magic net units into those 'carriages'...... The braking aspect had to be redesigned, and the track had to be designed...... Ahh ”

"I'll give you a concept material, which has a more detailed description, which should give you some inspiration," Gawain looked at Rebecca, but then changed his words, "But this is a big project, it will definitely involve a lot of energy, you don't want to affect the follow-up R&D and manufacturing of the magic guide car and other contemporaneous projects." As far as I know, the Magic Technology Research Institute has recently undergone a staff expansion, and you can take this opportunity to set up a new research group. ”

The magic train is a very important idea, and Gawain is certainly looking forward to it, but he knows that people's energy is limited, and even if it is a talented brain like Rebecca, it is not something that will pop up with a result if she is given a plan and then "ding". And although the magic guide car has been finalized, it does not mean that the relevant technical research and development in this area has been completed, and there is still a lot of follow-up technical work to be done - to be honest, Gawain doubts that Rebecca has a few threads in her head, and whether she can handle so much work......

After all, judging from this girl's usual head-iron speech and brain-only style, she shouldn't have many threads......

"I know!" Rebecca nodded vigorously, obviously not calming down, "I'm sure I'm not going to delay business!" ”

Looking at the excitement in the girl's eyes, Gawain knew that most of the reminders he had just given were useless.

……

In the laboratory of the Archmage Kamel, a magician in a white researcher's robe stood up from a strangely shaped chair with the help of others, and then walked to the chair next to him with stiff steps.

The magic channel's eyes were a little dazed, and the muscles in his body were tense, and it took more than ten seconds for him to recover, and then he looked at Kamel, who was floating not far in front of him: "Master, I've recovered." ”

Kamel immediately floated half a step forward: "Okay, how do you feel?" ”

"Dizziness, seeing a lot of intricate hallucinations, hearing noises of unknown meaning, and occasionally hearing the sound of a radio - it seems to be a show broadcast by the magic web," the magician said his feelings, "and I felt my muscles tense all the time after sitting in that chair, even if my brain tried to relax, it was as if something had disturbed the connection between my brain and my body. ”

Kamel listened carefully to the experimenter's description and let out a sigh (although he was no longer breathing): "...... It seems that neurointerference and information injection are indeed implemented, but the connection and compilation are problematic, and the 'immersion' process is unreliable. ”

He then drifted to the center of the lab, to the oddly shaped chair that the wizard had been sitting in before.

The chair was clearly a magical artifact, but unlike any of the magical machines Cecil had ever created—it was a half-reclining reclining recliner, and the bottom half of the chair was a metal base with an extremely complex structure and shimmering magic patterns on the surface, and the runic structure on the base was slightly similar to the base rune of the Magic Net Communicator, but it was significantly more complex and esoteric. In the upper part of the seat, behind the backrest, you can see a number of metal curves that extend from the middle of the backrest to the neck and the back of the head, each of which stretches like a stretched and curved spine and extends to the base at the bottom of the seat.

At the front of the seat, the area for people to lie down is covered with a dark blue leather-like wrap, and the leather "cushions" are lined with neat metal contacts that extend upwards from the lumbar spine, corresponding to the general structure of the human spine, forming a matrix.

It looked weird and mysterious, even almost a little terrifying, and if it was an ordinary person who had never seen much of the world, he would probably not dare to sit on such a chair that looked like some kind of sacrificial prop.

"It was made in strict accordance with the information provided by the lord, including the basic rune array and every nerve connection point, and we only reoriented it so that it pointed to the magic web," another magician said, "but it seems that ordinary people can't connect their consciousness to the seat when they sit on it, let alone launch it." ”

Another magician took over: "Even if you remove the clothing, let the skin directly touch the nerve contacts, it will not improve the connection effect, but will aggravate the side effects." ”

Kamal didn't say anything, just floated in front of his seat, the two arcane fires at the position of his head "looking" at the flickering runes on the chair.

This bizarre and somewhat disturbing device was created at the behest of Gawain, and the technology used would be almost terrifying to most ordinary people—

It is a creation of the Eternal Sleeper, a variant of a magic circle known as the "Neural Interactive Psychic Network Connection Circle", and the Lord has found this complex and esoteric circle from the knowledge of the Eternal Sleeper, and ordered the Magic Technology Research Institute to use new technology to restore it.

The researchers weren't afraid of the origin of the technology - because the people who could work here at least knew the words "technology is not guilty", but when they finally built the intricate magical runes and made such a chair, they found that it didn't meet the lord's requirements.

"Maybe we're missing something," said the magician who had tested the chair after a moment of silence, his mind recovering and his voice steady, "I've heard that the Eternal Sleepers not only use sorcery and magic, but also use all sorts of horrific means to transform themselves - just like the fallen druids, I suspect this chair has a requirement in this regard: it is useless for ordinary people to sit on it, and it must be 'transformed' like the Eternal Sleepers." ”

One of the magicians standing next to him immediately shook his head, "This is not good news......

Kamel listened to the discussion of the other researchers, but couldn't help but sigh a little in his heart-

If my nervous system was still there, I might be able to actually feel what was wrong with this chair, but unfortunately, let alone my nervous system now, I don't even have my eyes and face......

He shook his head and said in a buzzing voice, "It's useless to continue the discussion, let's readjust the position of the contact points and the state of the curved spinal bridge, and try again." ”

The magicians sprang into action and began to readjust the chair, and a new tester stepped forward, ready to test it once the chair restarts: with the legendary mage of Carmel watching, there was no need to worry about risking his life, and it was the easiest and quickest way to go straight to the human test.

This can be regarded as the unique "efficiency mode" of a laboratory with extraordinary powerhouses.

But just as a group of magicians were busy readjusting their chairs into place, and Kamel was about to give the order to boot up the test, a voice suddenly came from the direction of the laboratory doorway, interrupting their work.

"It's the same a few more times – there's a key part that's not right."

Kamal looked up in the direction from which the voice had come from, and he saw a hunched Pittman walking slowly into the lab, the little old man still wearing his gray druid robes, his hair and beard disheveled, and a rather scowling smile on his face.

Pitman seemed to be quite under-beaten when he laughed at all times, so Kamal decided to ignore the guy's expression.

"The key link?" He looked at Pitman, who had already walked closer, "Also, why are you free to come over?" ”

"I heard about your research project from Miss Rebecca before, and she seems to think that I, the druid, can help you - and I think she has a point," Pitman chuckled twice before circling around the oddly shaped chair, "The Eternal Sleeper's technology is the technology that connects magical creations to the human brain, mind you, it's the human brain, and the magical creations, you seem to only focus on the magical creations, but ignore them." The subtle role of biological structures in this process, you lack the guidance of a professional druid......"

Kamel nodded slightly, and his tone was serious: "There is a lot of funding for the research institute. ”

“…… I haven't said I want money yet! Pitman glared for a moment, then squinted at Kamal, "Anyway, you, a thousand-year-old immortal, have learned to joke?" ”

"I'm not kidding, I'm just cutting out the funding for the institute," Kamel said with a blue face, "The last time you came to provide guidance, we lost a group and a half of funding. Of course, if you can really help us, I don't mind treating you to a meal in a personal capacity. ”

“…… Forget it, no one who eats with you wants to have a second time, I'll sit and eat, and then you float next to me and cut more than eighty colors a minute, I can't eat it," Pitman waved his hand, and then pointed to the chair in the center of the laboratory, "There is nothing wrong with the design of this thing, but I'm afraid even the lord doesn't know that there is a technical detail in it - the thing used to connect the basic rune array behind this is something called an artificial nerve cord, which cannot be replaced by ordinary magic guide materials." ”

Kamel's tone was curious: "Artificial nerve cords? ”

"Something made from a mixture of biomass and guide metal, you can think of it as alive, although in reality it's closer to a magical golem," Pitman said unhurriedly, "I'm not sure if I can make it, but maybe give it a try." ”

Kamel scrutinized Pittman's face, which never seemed to be serious: "...... Isn't that the average druid? ”

Pitman smiled slightly: "Who knows? I happen to be a naturalist. ”