Dragon, choose cultural victory to make money

Chapter 55 Wrong Route
"So this Professor Connor Moore is your mentor?" Drogo asked, tapping the table with his claws.

He felt that he should hold two pieces of cotton in his mouth and a cat in his arms to look more stylish.

"Yes." Yuno answered a little puzzled. He was studying the miniaturization of cameras and didn't know why Drogo suddenly asked about his mentor.

After being inspired by the goblins' decomposition of the undead to make cameras, he suddenly realized that the undead can maintain any form. His mind was opened up and he began to try to compress the undead, with the goal of creating a camera that ordinary people can carry with them.

Thanks to the undead species for their indelible contribution to the development of image sensing technology in the continent of Felin.

Fortunately, the undead are just energy bodies, and most of them have no feelings or consciousness.

Otherwise, this is not invention or creation, it is simply rushing towards some indescribable direction like a wild donkey that has broken free from its reins.

"What kind of person is your mentor? What is his level?"

Drogo couldn't judge Professor Moore's level because he couldn't understand the reply letter.

Judging from the background check provided by Zhuo Er, Professor Moore's resume is not outstanding, and can even be said to be a "scraps" of the research institute. Since his brain circuits match those of the goblins, it is hard to say whether he is a genius or a madman, or both.

"He's a great teacher, very professional, and one of the best in the entire institute in the field of mechanical structure design." Yuno answered without hesitation, his tone revealing his admiration for his mentor.

"But doesn't he only pay you a few dozen copper coins a month?"

Although graduate students are destined to have a life of hard work, the fact that they are paid so little, especially in engineering fields, shows that there is something wrong with the character of this supervisor.

"That's not the case," Yuno waved his hands quickly, "The professor is very kind to us. He helps us whenever we need him, but he's actually in financial difficulty."

"Ok?"

Drogo stopped tapping the table with his claws. This problem was even more serious. If the person had bad character, he could still control it under his hands.

But for a professor at a prestigious research institute, his life is very difficult. This shows that he has a problem with his ability!
Could it be that he got into the research institute through connections when he was young, but later his connections fell through and he became an old scoundrel?

Seeing Drogo's doubts, Yuno explained, "The mentor actually had many opportunities to make money, but he rejected them all. He spent his own money to study the Difference Engine, wanting to prove that mortals can surpass the authority of gods."

"Huh? What's the connection between the Difference Engine and divine authority?" Drogo didn't understand the logic behind this.

"Because the professor believes that the existence of magic depends on calculations, and the Difference Engine can surpass magic in calculations, which means it can defeat God in calculations. He is very stubborn, right? Actually, I don't quite understand it, but the design of the Difference Engine is really difficult, but no one is willing to invest."

"That's interesting. Let's go and meet your mentor."

Zhuo Ge stood up and straightened the tie around his neck. No matter who caused trouble for God, he, Zhuo Moulong, would definitely help.

Research Institute, a remote storage room.

Yuno knocked on the door, "Professor Moore, it's me, Yuno Stone."

No one responded, and the sound of mechanical parts rubbing and colliding could be heard from the room.

"The professor is often like this. When he's studying, he gets so absorbed in his studies that he can't hear anyone coming. But he never locks the door."

Yuno opened the door directly, and the sound of metal colliding instantly became louder, "Professor, we're coming in!"

The first thing Drogo noticed was the huge Difference Engine, more than three meters long, over two meters high, and brass in color. Thousands of gears rotated like reeds in a music box, playing a melody of mechanical beauty.

Professor Moore is also very different from the stereotypical professor. He is about fifty years old, and is dressed more like a blacksmith than a scholar, wearing a white T-shirt, overalls, and work shoes. His sturdy arms quickly turn the joystick of the difference engine.

Wow, if you hand-crank the CPU, the faster you crank it, the more overclocked it will be, right?

The machine grinds to a halt and the results appear on a cylinder engraved with numbers.

Professor Moore picked up a piece of paper and checked the results of the Difference Engine's operations one by one.

When he got to the thirteenth number, he suddenly tore up the paper in anger and wanted to punch the machine, but his hand reached mid-air and he abruptly stopped and started stroking the machine.

"It should be accurate to 20 digits, it should be accurate to 20 digits..."

"Professor?" Yuno said.

"Oh, it's Yuno," Moore's squeezed features instantly relaxed into a kind smile, "I heard your camera was successful? I knew you could do it well."

"Well, it was a success, but it was a little different from what I had originally envisioned. But what about my brother?"

"Oh, he transferred to another department. After all, it's hard to produce any results here." Professor Moore is now a lone commander.

"My boss wants to discuss a project with you." Yuno got to the point.

"Is it because I'm old and my eyes are blurry or is your boss really just a..." Professor Moore rubbed his eyes uncertainly.

"Along, Drogo." Drogo stretched out his right claw.

"That's true. It's quite unique." Professor Moore shook hands and squeezed his paw curiously. "This is a sound generator that simulates the human voice. You must be the most creative dragon I have ever seen in my life."

"Thank you. I came here to introduce you to the mechanical assembly line project and hope to get your guidance. We have exchanged letters before."

"Oh, I remember now. It was that paper with formatting problems all over the place and incoherent content. It took me a long time to read it and roughly understand it."

I understand that Drogo has captured the key words, so you, Professor, can't escape.

“Although it’s written in a mess, it’s not impossible to realize. I really hope to participate in this project. The completion of the mechanical assembly line will definitely be a remarkable achievement.”

There is a strong sense of déjà vu of being given the "nice guy card", and the next step should be but.

"But, I don't know if Yuno has told you that the Difference Machine is my lifelong dream, so I'm sorry..."

Drogo held up a claw to signal that there was no need to say anything further.

Start Illusion Mimicry, open the Visual Inscription Workshop, and enter a logarithmic function in the input bar.

"What is the maximum accuracy of your difference engine?"

"Twenty decimal places." Professor Moore said unsurely. There was an error at the twelfth place, and everyone saw it.

Drogo confirmed the input, and with almost no delay, the results appeared all the way to the twenty-fifth digit.

"This is just the upper limit shown, because we don't have access to more precise values ​​at the moment, but we can go back many more places if necessary."

Professor Moore opened his mouth but didn't say anything for a long time, as if there was air stuck in his throat that he couldn't spit out or swallow.

Drogo continued, "This is a spell model. It runs entirely on magic. You can't defeat magic, even in terms of calculations."

After hearing what Drogo said, Professor Moore seemed to have aged a lot, and he no longer had the momentum he had just now as he swung his arms and shook the joystick.

In fact, he was walking on a path that was doomed to be fruitless. Even without magic computing, future information technology would have dealt a dimensionality reduction blow to the differential engine.

"You are a scholar. You should understand that science is a way to understand the world. If magic exists, it is meaningless to resist it blindly. And who can be sure that magic comes from God?"

“But spell models are destined to belong to a minority of people,” Professor Moore retorted.

"The purpose of the mechanical assembly line is to bring spell models to everyone, so that people who cannot use magic can also enjoy the fruits of magic through machines."

Drogo's goal is certainly not limited to game consoles, but magic computers and magic networks. Game consoles are just a springboard for technology accumulation and network promotion.

And it is the best springboard. In 1958, several students at MIT would never have thought that the simple tennis game they made would become an important driving force for the development of computer technology.

"By the way, the paper in the letter was completed by the goblin."

"Goblin?"

"Yes, goblin, can you imagine that a goblin can do this? Even gods don't understand how far mortals can go. If you think it through, let's meet at Drogo's Toy Store."

After saying that, Drogo took Yuno away.

After walking out of the institute, Drogo suddenly asked Yuno: "If I use a little force on your mentor, will you go on strike?"

"Ah? No way."

"Well, give him three days. If he still hasn't figured it out, we'll meet at Drogo's Toy Store."

"Yes." Zhuoer's answer came from the shadows.

(End of this chapter)