When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

Chapter 631: Hand-cranked calculator and ether formula

The little fountain angel under the moonlight is spraying water like a shower. After more than a year of renovation, the originally dilapidated Mechanical Palace now looks much more prosperous.

The autumn wind blew the moonlight across everyone's shoulders. A few thrushes hid in the branches, making sharp and long chirps.

Surrounded by military police and maids from front and back, the few people walked slowly on the stone road after getting to know each other.

To be honest, this was the first time that Meliati entered this mechanical palace.

She looked around curiously, marveling at the aqueducts and small water-powered devices, especially a small water-powered clock that caught her attention.

The precision gears meshed with each other, and the iron wires were constantly pulled by the impact of the water, constantly colliding with the steel nails on the cedar scroll, making the clock emit crisp clanging sounds like playing a piano.

However, after seeing the new things, Meliati turned her attention back to Horn, Jeanna and Shilov who were leading the way ahead.

At this time, Catherine deliberately fell behind a few steps and started to chat with Meliati about Shilov.

"I thought it was an old Al, but I didn't expect it to be a beastman. This beastman is a scholar. This is the first time I've seen it."

"Humph."

"It seems that Jeanna has a good relationship with this Shilov."

"what."

"Do you feel that this Lady Shilov is too close to Horn?"

"is it?"

"...Are you listening to me?"

Meliati looked up at her, then suddenly slowed down her pace, lowered her head and spoke in a low voice: "Something is wrong, she has no voice."

"Isn't it normal that you can't hear the witch's inner voice? Isn't it difficult for you to hear the inner voices of those old witches?" Catherine asked in confusion.

Meliati narrowed her eyes and shook her head: "You don't understand, it's not that I can't hear her inner voice, but that she has no inner voice."

Catherine was stunned and even stopped walking. She stood there for four or five seconds before quickly chasing after him: "No voice? Are you sure? Is she wearing some alchemical item?"

Catherine and Meliati studied under Juanno at the same time, and both were witches, so they could be said to be quite familiar with each other.

She was also familiar with Meliati's witch spells. Every intelligent creature has inner voices.

The voice of the heart is not a person's inner thoughts, but a voice similar to speaking in the mind with a closed mouth.

But no matter what, a person's voice may be empty, but it cannot be nonexistent.

"Unless it is a divine spell of the consecration level, I can't think of any alchemical item that can block my mind reading." Meliati frowned, "But judging from the alchemy of the Ether Spire, I'm not sure."

"Want to tell Horn?"

"No, it might seem like an attempt to sow discord. Let's wait a minute."

With doubts, several people walked out of the neatly built green wall of shrubs. Through the newly built tree-lined avenue, they could see the tall spire in the center of the Mechanical Palace Square.

"Ah, you're here just in time. It's about to start." Looking at the clock at the door, Shilov was the first to stop her wheelchair.

Obviously, Shilov was not confident enough about Meliati and was not prepared to let her enter her Ether Tower.

With enough people, many processes would not have to be operated by Shilov. Besides, Horn was still here, and she didn't want to expose the fact that his head would be sucked away by the astral realm.

Meliati didn't have any objection. After all, it was the first time they met. If it were her, she would not allow others to enter such a crucial place.

Walking on the yellow-leafed grass, Meliati slowly walked to the Ether Tower and gently stroked the strange black material. The well-informed Catherine also looked up and down at the towering spire.

Judging from her knowledge and her identity as a half-El, this spire is most likely an early building from the ancient El Empire, and an important one at that.

On the contrary, the outer palace is more used to cover the spire than to live in.

"In fact, I've always wanted to know, since Star Forge Gears are so useful, why don't you build more Ether Towers or hold more Ether Ceremonies?" Catherine walked to Shilov's side and asked, "Is this something we can say?"

Holding the small bone comb, Shilov scratched the tip of her tail: "Of course, this question can be divided into two parts, because calculating the etheric ritual and calculating the weak points of the astral world are two sets of methods, but both require complicated astrological calculations.

It is not difficult to build a new etheric spire. What is difficult is to find the weak point between the astral world and the real world and the time and position of the etheric circulation passing through the weak point.

This required a series of complex astrological calculations, and from what I understand, it took decades to find the spire and the rules of the ritual."

"But this Ether spire and palace were built hundreds or thousands of years ago. Did the Aiel people know about Ether at that time?"

"This spire was inherited from my mother. It was there when I was born. Perhaps it was modified from an ancient building." Shilov reached out and touched the spire that she was very familiar with.

"What about ether? Isn't this the new alchemy of the past few decades?" Catherine continued to ask.

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“I don’t know, but I have a vague guess that there are definite mathematical signatures for the astrological weak points.

Relying on the 'black box' instruments of the Guair period, they were occasionally able to calculate this place with very distinct features, which was considered to be the place closest to the starry sky, so they built a tall tower here.

In many ancient Aiel texts, this place is referred to as 'the place where the stars return'."

Jeanne frowned and looked at Horn, who looked bored, beside her. She seemed to have heard this sentence before.

"If the ancient Aiel could easily figure out the location, why can't we do it now?"

"Because the Gu'el people only calculated the two-dimensional plane, not the three-dimensional plane." Shilov looked up at the dark clouds and bright moon above her head. "Some of the places where the stars return to their positions are hundreds of meters high. It's impossible to guide them."

Listening to the conversation between Shilov and Catherine, Horn also sighed.

He knew much more than Catherine and the others. According to the records in the Jade Record, since there was no universal formula and only the black box instrument that had been summarized, they could only calculate one by one and try their luck.

Even this Ether Tower was found after decades of luck.

And the influencing factors are not only the location. The ether circulation also has different properties. For example, the ether circulation on Qiumu Island is relatively mild.

Although there is no record of etheric circulations in other places in the "Cui Yu Lu Zhu", since it can be used to judge the etheric circulation on Qiumu Island, it means that there must be more than one place.

Horn had a new idea for these tedious calculations, which was a hand-crank calculator.

To put it simply, gears are installed on the drum. When the number in one position is moved up, the next gear is triggered, and then calculations such as addition, subtraction, multiplication and division are performed by turning the handle up and down.

This type of hand-cranked calculator was once popular in the scientific community in the 19th century. The verification of Laplace's "Celestial Mechanics" was achieved by countless astronomers using hand-cranked calculators.

Logically speaking, with the current precision of the Starcast gear lathe, there shouldn't be too many casting problems. The problem is that Horn only knows the shape and principle, but doesn't know the structure and design.

Thinking in his mind, Horn raised his head, looked at the white light emanating from the top of the tower, and couldn't help but sigh.

Shilov had too much to do. She had even roughly figured out the ideas, but she just didn't have the time to complete them.

The watchmakers on Autumn Island simply could not keep up with Shilov's ideas and found it difficult to independently complete the overly advanced design of the hand-cranked calculator.

Alas, where could he find such a mechanical genius?

(End of this chapter)