Chapter 596： Daniel's self-cultivation

In the eastern part of Ansu, deep in the underground palace, Bertila Augustus walked into a special room covered by various runes and mysterious symbols.

Compared to the rest of the underground palace, this room can be almost described by a narrow bi). The length of the room is not more than two or three meters. There is no home furnishings in the bucket. Only a magic stone lamp is quietly embedded in the center of the roof. Under the radiance of the magic crystal lamp, you can see the runes of the room, the ground, the roof, the runes, and the perpetrators.

Bertila came to the center of the room and waved her hand freely. From then on, she heard the soft slamming of the threshold, and the invisible magic enchantment closed, completely separating the whole room from the outside.

Then she quietly looked around at the mysterious and complicated dazzling runes in the room, gently breathing down and releasing the magic.

The runes in the room lit up one by one, and began to change slightly in a regular manner, and in the hem of the sacred robes that erased all the sacred symbols in Bertila, the plant structure resembling vines and roots also stretched out. Spread, accompanied by the sound, the vines slowly merged with a circle of runes on the floor...

Bertila opened her eyes. She saw a middle-aged man wearing a black robe, strong and strong, and serious and calm.

The black robes are different from the pure black robes that are worn by all the dead. The structure is more complicated, and there are runes and symbolic threads on the surface, more like a fusion of magic robes and priests.

Bertila knows that the man in front of him is not really standing in front of himself. This is just a phantom cast in his senses. The serious and calm middle-aged person's face is not necessarily the true appearance of the other party, but more likely. It is only the product of imagination fabrication, which is the best means for the sleeper, she has long been used to it.

"I hope that this communication will not appear unrelated interference," Bertila said faintly. "Are you investigating the conclusions about the situation we encountered last time?"

In her sight, the middle-aged man whose body may be thousands of miles away nodded slightly: "It has been concluded that your communication has not been contaminated or invaded."

Bertila’s brow raised slightly: “This conclusion can’t make me feel at ease.”

"Don't worry, there is a detailed interpretation," the serious middle-aged man continued, with a sense of reliability in his tone. "Psychic technology is a very high-level secret. Its principle is extremely reliable. However, as a new technology, it does have certain flaws. In the process of accepting the vote, the mind impression will be magnified, and the activity in the consciousness field will produce unexpected phenomena. The trained sleepless person can rely on the spell and Willpower counteracts this effect, but those who have not studied the mystery of the eternal sorcerer may create sounds and images that should not exist in the mind."

Bertila frowned. "What do you mean, that ‘invader’ is just what I imagined?”

"It's true, but we don't mean to offend, just because it is," said the middle-aged man calmly. "Ms. Bertila, please recall whether there are similar imaginations or concerns in your mind, even if there are possible concerns in the subconscious. In the process of spiritual injection, those things that are deep in the heart will emerge. Please remember carefully what you have seen, is it what you have imagined?"

Bertila is as heavy as water.

She imagined that scene: Roland Augustus suddenly appeared in front of her, the most intimate and admired brother of the past guriously asked himself, he was disappointed by his choice, and even raised the sword...

She doesn't think that she will be troubled by similar "shadows" today, and she doesn't think she has worried about similar scenes.

But... subconscious? What is the deepest part of the subconscious? Even if she has completely controlled her deep thoughts, the individuals she has swallowed in the past seven centuries...have their souls and memories been accidentally mixed with their own memories, and then a little hidden danger?

She began to calmly analyze, and the more calm the analysis, the more she thought that there was a certain probability.

Maybe in a dream that has been deleted by myself, in a nightmare, I really dreamed that my brother was alive and angry, and then raised the sword to slash people...

"Well, I accept this statement," she finally vomited and stared at the middle-aged man in front of her eyes. "So I have to confirm, will this phenomenon still appear?"

The middle-aged man nodded in no doubt: "I can't guarantee that 100% will not appear, but if the user is mentally prepared in advance and gives enough psychological hints, the chance of 'additional phantom' can be greatly reduced."

Seeing that there is still a trace of suspicion on the face of Bertila Augustus, the middle-aged man has a slight straight back and his face is proud and unquestionable: "Mr. Bertila, you don't have to doubt that the sleeper always attaches importance to it. The interests of our allies, we analyze the problems you encountered with the most professional attitude. What I said just now is the highest security chief of the Order, the Master of Mind Network, the bishop of Daniel personally studied and made conclusions. Anyone who has never been a sleeper will Prove to you the wisdom and meticulousness of this master."

Belltila hugged her head: "I have heard of this name, I have no more questions."

"So, I wish you a happy day."

The images and sounds projected into the consciousness disappeared, and Bellilla immediately closed the magical array in the room.

"Just a fantasy in the subconscious mind..."

The female whisper whispered to herself, and then a cold **** appeared on her face.

What the perpetual sleeper said may be true. The thing I saw that night was probably just a phantom, but she still didn't want to completely let go.

From now on, if not necessary, she decided not to use the "spiritual cast" device.

......

Titan's Emperor Aldernan, in a private lounge somewhere in the Imperial Workers' Association, Daniel, who was wearing a black robe, woke up from meditation and blinked a little.

He received news from the lower-level priests in the ecclesiastical group and knew that the negotiations with "Bertiola Augustus" had been successfully concluded.

The cautious and deceitful goddess officer may not fully believe, but will also believe that most of the time, at least, the effect that the owner requires is certainly achievable.

The rest time is almost over, and meditation for too long may lead to unnecessary prying.

Daniel glanced at the mechanical clock hanging on the wall not far away and stood up.

The artificial nerve cord squirmed slightly after him, and then stayed in a position that would not cause discomfort. The old wizard felt energetic and in a very good state.

The crazy noise and stinging have not appeared for a long time, and even if you rarely look at those "pleasant patterns" recently, the symptoms of headaches and auditory hallucinations are not recurring.

"Thank you for your gift..."

Daniel almost habitually whispered to himself and then left the lounge.

Along the way, a lower-ranking mage bowed his tribute to him, and a low-caliber craftsman took the initiative to avoid it, and one scholar and assistant sang to him.

But Daniel rarely responded to these greetings. He just walked through the corridor and finally came to a project lab that he was currently focusing on.

In the spacious and bright laboratory, dozens of craftsmen or mages or assistants wearing short robes are busy all over the place. The long tables filled with scrolls, calculation tools and writing materials are arranged around the room, and the large test bench in the center of the room. , you can see that the mechanical devices and magic devices with complicated structure are being spread out and appear to be semi-finished products.

This is a very different environment from the traditional mage lab. It is more like a workshop of engineering and alchemy than a place to study the mystery of magic. In fact, even within the Imperial Society, similar to this. The research site is also the only one.

In other laboratories, it is rare to see that the bottom craftsmen are involved in the development of magical devices. Although the Emperor Rosetta has set up such a facility for wise people to work together, the strict hierarchy, Extraordinary divisions, talent barriers are still deeply rooted in everyone's mind, only Daniel personally led the project, this gap was forced to disappear because of the strength of the old Master himself.

He mimicked what he saw in the originator's lab and imitated the "magician" system.

"Master Daniel," the craftsman who was busy at the lab bench noticed the arrival of the old wizard and immediately began to salute. "You are here."

Daniel nodded and looked at the mechanical parts on the bench: "How is progress?"

The craftsman looked nervous and bent and nodded. "We are trying to find a way to turn the two rear wheels separately. There is no clue yet, but it should be faster, it will be faster..."

Daniel looked at the ingenious craftsman who had excellent mechanical talents, but was used to the knees of the craftsmen because of environmental influences. His brows were slightly unrecognizable, but nothing was said.

He just glanced at the semi-finished products on the bench and bowed slightly: "Don't be impatient, rigor is more important."

Then his eyes swept around and saw a shelf not far away, and several sketches were nailed to the edge of the wooden frame.

On those drawings, something that is still at the conceptual stage is depicted:

A vehicle driven by a repulsive force mechanism that relies on mechanical means to transmit power and can travel without relying on animal traction.

When Daniel came to Aldernan in accordance with his master's orders and showed the magical skills to the imperial rulers, he also brought in other techniques.

These include simple power machines driven by repulsive runes.

The owner hopes to use these basic technologies to accelerate the “industrial upheaval” of Tifeng, and these basic technologies have indeed achieved the expected results, but as they enter the eyes of Tifeng technical workers, the subsequent development will become inevitable.

The principle of repulsive organs is not complicated. The simplest gears, levers, bearings and the like have already existed. When the craftsmen and mages of the Imperial Engineering Association are opened up by the magical “repulsive organs”, they will naturally I want to use this thing in more fields.

Today, Tifeng's own magic engine has been used in mining machines and spinning machines, weaving machines, merchants and nobles are lying on the machine to count the water-like gold coins, and more far-sighted smart people are Thinking about the further development of the machine, a court consultant realized that the operation of the factory would inevitably require higher requirements for the transportation. Under the advice of the court adviser, Rosetta Augustus ordered the work-building association to develop a machine that uses magic energy. Driven vehicle.

Daniel took over this task with pleasure, and he formed this engineering laboratory as a "very talented genius mage" in the field of magical machinery.

Then he got the project just right. The project has too many links to get stuck, differential, shifting, transmission, braking, dispersing, shock absorption... Daniel saw the complete magic guide in the origin laboratory. Car information, so he has the confidence to put this project on for three or five years, and it will not cause anyone's doubt.

He is waiting for the owner's next order, waiting for the order to "invent" or "copy" the magic guide.

The host is already preparing to meet with Rosetta Augustus, then the next order should come soon.