The countess guessed right.

Magellan was not surprised, and the more he learned about the essence, the clearer he could see how terrifying the countess was as a researcher of the essence.

"The essence industry up to now has always focused on the use of magical gems, so most of the time, in order to distinguish this magic from the traditional forms of witchcraft, we call it gem magic," said the countess, who knew far more than Magellan. It's not that no one has come up with the theory you came up with, and to date, there have been a number of respected lapidars who have come up with the idea of increasing the concentration of the essence output of the gem disintegrator, and finally, briefly, ended with the famous Slytherin conjecture of the perfect gem by the founder of the famous essence industry. ”

"A kind of ultimate magic gem that only exists in theory, has the most perfect internal structure, and on this basis, has a fantastic outward manifestation, including but not limited to, a super high concentration of essence output," Magellan's thinking was largely derived from this conjecture, and he certainly did not know about it, "but such a gem does not exist at all." ”

"You...... Is there any basis for this?"

The countess had a rare look of real surprise, for in fact, although she had not told anyone, the reason Slytherin had come up with this theory was that he had seen the two gems on the countess.

"Simple math. Magellan was a little surprised, he had thought that the countess had already knew, "If that gem exists, it will contain all the essence of the world." ”

"Actually......" the countess did not say the second half of the sentence—that thing does contain all the essence of the world," it is really just a theory. So since you don't think this theory is realistic, what do you think?"

"Simple stacking, we just need to find a hundred magic furnaces and connect the lines in parallel. ”

The countess looked at Magellan with a strange gaze.

Magellan looked at her with an innocent gaze.

It's hard to say what exactly the human interaction comes from, and if Darwin's theory is to explain it, it's a simple social animal residual instinct, but in reality, no one can tell where that subtle thing comes from, not even the gods themselves.

Everyone, all the essence researchers who have taken up an absolute large number of smart people in the world, and the most successful people who have the most reason to succeed, have never thought of using this method to increase the concentration of the essence output of the magic furnace.

That may be because the Slytherin hypothesis is too influential.

Of course, Magellan thought it was because Jules Verne's was so popular.

No one knows the answer.

"No one has ever thought of doing this," the countess looked at Magellan, who had never been surprised by the man herself, but at some point, Helen began to be willing to look down on the man, until finally, now, "have you thought about how to solve the upper limit of the output route?"

The stupidity of this sentence surprised even the countess herself.

To put it simply, she was almost incoherent.

Magellan was a little confused: "I can think of a way ......"

"You don't understand...... countess shook her head with a smile, "it's a valid conjecture." ”

......

Half of the clay pot is slowly rising.

It was only half left, with a simple pattern painted in black on the surface, it was a bull, the lines were full of power, but unfortunately it came to an abrupt end at the break.

The clay pots staggered and slowly rose with a rudimentary metal clip, and a rope led to the side of the big white ship, where a roller hung in the air.

Magellan sat on the side of the ship, shirtless, the rays of the setting sun flowing on his bronzed skin.

The heat of the desert had not yet subsided, the air was scorching everything, and the side of the ship was like a grill.

Chef Pico was next to Magellan, holding a goblet in his hand and shaking it gently in front of his eyes, the clear liquid reflecting brilliant colors against the fiery red sunset.

"You don't drink. ”

Magellan raised the glass in his hand, a plain straight cup with half a glass of water inside.

"It's iced, actually, I think it's a bit too extravagant......"

"Then your life must be a lot less fun. ”

Magellan smiled helplessly: "I don't know if I'm mistaken, you seem to have said the same thing to me." ”

"Then this is the second time," Chef Pico finally put down his glass and took a sip of the wine inside, "I know there will be a third time, and you will never change it." ”

Magellan drank the water in the cup in one gulp, and a cold feeling went all the way down, like a piece of ice falling into his arms: "Doesn't alcohol affect the sense of taste?"

"Ignorance of ingredients is the real enemy of chefs, and those who don't touch something for fear of indulgence are cowards. ”

Magellan smiled and took half of the clay pot from the hook and got up from the side of the ship: "What about me?"

"You're not a chef. ”

Magellan put on his tunic and walked into the captain's room with half a clay pot.

"New harvest. ”

Dantès smiled and walked around the table in the middle of the room, she was wearing a white shirt, and her big eyes made her face appear slightly distorted, which made it clear to anyone that this was a childish teenager, and her enthusiasm was full of innocence.

"Maybe it's not qualified to get on the test bench yet. ”

Magellan was not so satisfied with the clay pot, to put it simply, after all, it was only half left.

"Don't worry, I still have a lot of gems left. ”

The countess took out a white gem from under the lid of the machine on the table, replaced it with a clear blue gem, and then turned on the machine, and with the hum of essence erosion, the clay pot on the table began to change.

It's hard to describe what it was, a little weird blur, a little bit of essence erosion and distortion, and then the clay pot turned into a new work of art.

It was a clean, shiny jar with a drawing of a bull painted in black paint, the lines were full of power, and in front of the bull was a warrior with a weapon in hand, as if about to start a battle.

This is not the first time Magellan has seen such a sight, but he still shakes his head and sighs, and then involuntarily begins to say to himself: "This can't be a time turn......"

You don't have to repeat it every time, we all know it's impossible to turn back time. The countess reached out and removed the pot from the table, her hand making a sound in the essence like an angry tide crashing against a reef, but it was unharmed, and then when the pot left the envelope of the essence, it returned to its original state.