Chapter 161 Visiting an Old Friend
The weather was getting hotter and hotter. When Frederick led the workers to deal with the problem of mold expansion for pouring columns, a manor outside Cologne welcomed a distinguished guest.
This guest was familiar with the owner here. He asked the owner’s wife where the owner was, and then came to the study room with a wine bottle. He took out two crystal wine glasses from the tea cabinet and poured the wine into it. Then put it on the desk.
The golden wine exudes the aroma of apples, with a hint of mint, and the crystal clear cup wall is filled with bubbles.
Archduke Dahlberg of Mainz sat on the chair opposite the desk and said with an unhappy look: "Help me freeze the wine. Alas, you are not a poor person, why are you not in the study? Install an air conditioner. If you don’t have enough money to suffer here, I’ll give you two.”
Becher, the leader of the Royal Mage Group of the Rhine Alliance and the "Burning God" did not even raise his head. He continued to write and draw with one hand, and took a glass of cider with the other hand. The glass left on the table changed in the blink of an eye. Hot, steam with the aroma of wine comes out.
Dahlberg continued to chatter there: "Well, I thought I was going to make peace this time and help you pay the ransom. I didn't expect that you actually ran away. It's a pity. I I also want to make a profit in the middle."
Becher still ignored him until Dahlberg asked: "Well, I heard that your 'phlogiston theory' was used by this little guy Frederick. Overturned? "
These words were very irritating. Becher suddenly raised his head and said seriously: "The phlogiston theory has not been overturned. He just discovered something that we have not yet been able to explain. Question."
A smile appeared on the corner of Dahlberg's mouth, and he picked up the hot fruit wine on the table. A ring on his hand flashed, and the wine immediately turned cold to relieve the heat.
He took a sip of the sweet and sour cider, and then said provocatively: "What about the double-slit experiment with the fire element? Have you found an explanation? I heard that other magicians used other magic elements to conduct experiments, and they also appeared. There is a corresponding phenomenon.”
Becher looked at his decades-old friend in confusion and asked, “Why, you are eighty years old and you are actually becoming interested in academic research on magic. ?”
“You don’t know?” Dahlberg asked in surprise, “Weisenberg University publishes a magazine called Magic, which contains many papers on magic research. These are the latest topics. Ah."
Becher said "Oh" curiously, and Dahlberg began to show off proudly: "I also wrote a paper on whether the fire element is a particle or a wave, and the magazine wrote back. It is said that it will be published as the first article in the magazine released this month.”
“Hmph, let me tell you, the ranking of articles in this magazine is very particular. The more important the articles are, the more important they are. Up front, the first article is the most important article this month. ”
The Burning Magic God's head was filled with questions. The guy who was talking in front of him had been saying things like "I don't need to study magic. I can just hire a magician when I need it" since he was a child. If his father hadn't been holding a whip back then, Damn, he really didn't learn at all.
This guy can actually publish magic papers now, and it is also the most cutting-edge field of particle theory and wave theory. It is not true no matter how you look at it.
“Hey!” Becher asked with a frown, “Did you sell someone’s paper and publish it under your own name?”
“Slander!” Dahlberg's eyes widened for a moment, "You are slandering me because of jealousy!"
Becher sneered and said calmly: "Don't blame me for not reminding you, magicians like it best. Playing tricks on rich people like you will leave flaws in the results. If you take the money and run away, it will be you who will be embarrassed.”
"Don't tell me what you are writing. I will ask someone to buy the magazine. If there is any problem, I will be the first to submit an article to refute and laugh at you."
Dahlberg replied confidently : "Just give it a try."
Seeing how confident he was, Becher suddenly felt unsure, because many magic experiments cost a lot of money, and these rich men with mines at home might really be able to do it if they spent money on it. Make some new discoveries.
He stopped discussing academic issues so as not to get upset when talking about experimental funding, so he asked: "Why do you have time to come to me."
Dahlberg drank After taking a sip of cider, he said: "I came here to tell you that I published a paper, and stopped by to see His Majesty William."
Becher understood that the state of the royal family after the Six-Day War was not good, especially since the king seemed to be in a bad state of mind after waking up from a coma, but the news had been blocked, and the princes had to wait and see.
"How is the king's health?" he asked, "I have no news here either."
Dahlberg took another sip of cider and did not say how the king was, but Asked him: "I heard that you are helping Frederick?"
Becher understood it immediately.
The words of the Grand Duke of Mainz carry great weight. If he said that the king is good, then it is really good. If he says that the king has problems, there will be problems even if there are no problems.
Everyone knows that the King may not say it is okay when something is wrong, which means that His Majesty is indeed in trouble.
Becher gently placed the gold dip pen in his hand on the pen holder, leaned on the chair and thought for a moment, and then asked his old friend: "Do you have any jobs with less work and higher pay?" Dahlberg rolled his eyes at him and replied: "How about the job of the Grand Duke of Mainz?"
"It's not impossible." Becher made a serious consideration. Feasibility, "Just put a piece of wood in that position and there won't be any trouble. Maybe it will be better than now. It's such a waste of talent to let the nerds in my family do it."
Dahlberg said angrily Said: "That's really a grievance."
Then he stopped joking and said: "That nerd in your family can go to Wesson. Their translation team is in short supply of talents who understand multiple languages."
Becher took the wine glass and took a sip of the apple. He drank the wine, savoring the coolness of the mint between the sour and sweet, and then pointed to what he had just written on the desk and said: "I plan to ask the third child to go to Wesson. Wesson plans to use magic to make steel and boil water. I After research, it is feasible to improve the efficiency of the use of magic elements."
"Now I am sorting out some of my ideas and giving them to Lao San, let her go there to tinker with it."
Dahlberg squinted his eyes slightly and looked at Becher steadily, as if he wanted to see through him.
Becher didn't care, raised his glass, and studied the cider.
Dahlberg asked him: "Are you willing to send your precious little daughter to Wesson?"
Becher nodded gently.
A smile appeared on the corner of Dahlberg's mouth, he held his chin and said, "Well, she is there alone and is not familiar with the place. I will let someone in my family take care of her."
< br>Becher said nonchalantly: "I don't care about the children's affairs."
Dahlberg asked him again: "Where is your eldest son?"
Becher took a sip of wine and sighed and replied: "I asked him to return to his territory. I'm afraid the days of peace will be fewer and fewer."
"The Kingdom of Piast and the Empire of Osmaga The conflicts in Bohemia are becoming more and more intense, and a war is inevitable."
"If the Osmaga Empire loses or shows signs of decline, those in the east they control. The princes will have to reshuffle the cards. The war cannot be stopped and it will definitely affect us."
Dahlberg drank a gulp of the cider in the cup and sighed deeply.
After thinking for a while, he said: "I am going to upgrade the crossbowmen in my territory to riflemen. I will invite people from Wesson to train next year. Please send some people from your family as well."< br>
"Really?!" Becher was shocked. He had watched the last battle of the Six-Day War from beginning to end, and was no stranger to Wesson's weapons.
Dahlberg shrugged and replied: "It is not the kind of rifle used by the main force of the army that can fire many bullets at a time, but a folding rifle that can only fire one bullet at a time. It is sold in large quantities by the private sector. It’s good for defending the city.”
Becher thought about it, this is normal, no one would sell the most important weapon, it would be good to buy a civilian version.
"By the way," he asked again, "Can you help me buy some high-yielding wheat seeds in Wesson?"
Dahlberg smiled bitterly: "Not this year. Their own territory is not enough, I can’t even buy it, maybe next year.”
Becher has nothing to say except to wait another year.
He suddenly asked seriously: "How far do you think Wesson can go in the future?"
"I don't know." Dahlberg poured cider into his empty glass. "It may stop here, or it may exceed our imagination, we can't tell."
"If he swallows up the neighboring Franconia and the League of Legens before he is twenty-five, Then no one in the Rhine League can stop his footsteps, and maybe he can restore the glory of the empire."
Becher nodded slightly.
(End of this chapter)