Chapter 596 Finding Another Way
“Ah, yes, Nick.”
Tennyson replied with some frustration.
"How should I put it? My family... has something to do with the rebellion not long ago."
"Oh!" Nick's mouth opened in an O shape, with surprise on his face. "You're not in jail...someone I know."
"Ah, you are still as speechless as ever."
Tennyson knew that the other party had no bad intentions, so he did not take these somewhat offensive words to heart.
He took the initiative to explain, "The lord asked me to study the mystery of the changes in the properties of steel. If I succeed, I and my family can be pardoned."
"Ah, that's really lucky." Nick He patted his shoulder and said with a smile: "I guess with your talent in chemistry, you should be able to get it done soon."
Tennyson made a grimace and shook his head: "Yes. A little progress, but reached a deadlock ”
Nick frowned. He had never seen Tennyson so distressed. In the past, Tennyson was always an innocent and carefree guy.
"Are you asking for a meal? I'm going to go after getting ready. Let's go and tell me slowly."
In the cafeteria of the college, Tennyson told Nick about the experiment progress, and the problems encountered.
"Look, the problem now is this. We want to separate the elemental substance of phlogiston, which is not in the form of fire, but we don't know how to reach the temperature."
In front of Tennyson The food was almost untouched as he talked about it.
Nick swung his knife and fork, pierced the mashed potatoes on the plate with the fork tip, and listened patiently to Tennyson's words.
“Maybe!” He took a forkful of mashed potatoes and put it in his mouth, “I can help you solve this problem.”
“Oh?” Tennyson’s eyes suddenly lit up. Could it be Can this classmate in front of me, who has nothing to do with chemistry or alchemy, help me?
"I am now..." Nick put down his fork and used his hands to draw a circular trajectory in the air in front of him, "I am making a special lens."
"Lens?"
"Yes, lens. Do you know a magnifying glass?"
"Ah, a magnifying glass? I know." Tennyson nodded.
"In our place... I said in my company, hehe. We generally call it convex lens." Nick continued: "Convex lens has a very special property, do you know?"
"Isn't it just to enlarge the pattern?" Tennyson was a little confused.
“Have you ever used it to burn ants when you were a kid?”
"Oh, you mean that?"
"Yes, why can a convex lens burn ants? Because it concentrates the originally scattered sunlight to a point, and the heat of the sunlight is also concentrated to a point."< br>
This is how Nick explained the properties of convex lenses to Tennyson.
"You...you mean?" Tennyson became excited, and Nick's description gave him hope of solving his problem.
“Yes, with the power of the sun!” Nick nodded and said with great confirmation. He pointed at the sky, “The sun provides endless heat to everything in the world every day. If it can be gathered If you pick up even a small part of it, it will produce terrible heat.”
"But a magnifying glass... one as small as a convex lens..." Tennyson suddenly became suspicious.
“We can try to make a bigger lens!” Nick said with great conviction: “As long as we can keep magnifying the lens... I mean given its shape, theoretically the amount of sunlight we can gather is unlimited. "
After hearing what Nick said, Tennyson's heart surged. He looked at the other person and said, "I beg you to help me make such a lens!"
Nick smiled, " Of course, my friend. I am honored to be a part of a cross-disciplinary study.”
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The sound of hurried footsteps sounded in the corridor. After a while, the door to Paul's office opened with a bang.
"Oh, Bernard! Is there something urgent?" Without even raising his head - he was reviewing a document - Paul judged from the footsteps that it was his secretary who had arrived, and He was the only one who could open his office door without knocking.
"Lord Graiman! The exploration team...the Eastern exploration team is back!" Bernard replied breathlessly.
Paul stood up with a groan, his heart filled with great joy.
"I want to see the members of the exploration team immediately."
Bernard said: "I think they are already on their way to Huxin Town. The messenger from Port Fulan told me that the exploration team is in After the port area takes a short rest, they will send someone to Lake Center Town, and I think one of them will be the captain, Mr. Nigel."
Paul held his hands excitedly.
After waiting anxiously for more than three hours, he finally found the people he wanted to see. There were five of them in total, Nigel, his first mate, and the other two captains, who were on the flagship. Gunmaster - Ensign Allen.
"Lord Graiman, my team members need to relax so much, so I took it upon myself to give them a holiday. I don't think you will blame them for not coming to Lake Town to see you."
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Nigel smiled and said to him that he must have been weathered and had stubble all over his face since he set out.
"Oh, of course!" Paul said, "Warriors need a good rest."
He patted Allen on the shoulder, "You have grown taller, Ensign!"
Alan saluted him, "You have grown taller too, Lord Grayman."
Hahahaha! Everyone laughed.
After exchanging pleasantries with the other two captains, Paul invited them to sit down.
"Now, please tell me about your experiences in the far east."
The five people sat down in the lord's reception room, and the servants gave them Had delicious wine.
As the commander-in-chief of the exploration team, Nigel slowly told their journey.
“We sailed the ship across the Naxal Peninsula where the Holy See is located, and continued sailing to the distant east...”
"It's a vast world there. From my exchanges with the merchants on the shore, it turns out that the Gabela Empire is not far away inland. I swear, no Aldo people have ever arrived in Gabela by sea by boat. The south side."
"We continued sailing east and encountered a narrow isthmus..."
"Isthmus?" Paul asked.
“Yes, just like a strait that separates two landmasses, an isthmus is a narrow landmass that separates two oceans.”
Paul asked: “Or, in other words, an isthmus A narrow strip of land connecting two continents? ”
"You can say that." Nigel nodded.
He continued: "The people there call the southern land connected by the isthmus - the Emerald Forest. Yes, it is covered with dense forests. Do you know what lives there?"
"What?" Paul's curiosity was aroused.
"Elf!"
"Elf?" Paul jumped up.
This is the second fantasy race that he identified as existing in this world after the dwarves. Oh, this is about civilized races, not counting those disgusting goblins.
(End of this chapter)