Industrial Cthulhu, starting from the island lord

Chapter 463 Still underestimating this world.
Castells's goodnight to Bloodharbor Road was heard by everyone in Bloodharbor through the whistle of the newly arrived steam locomotive.

The prince's hand holding the coin suddenly trembled.

He couldn't describe his feelings at that moment. It was just a simple greeting, but because of the great distance and the double encoding and translation, it suddenly became precious.

He seemed to be communicating with steel, talking to the steam engine, chatting with the sound of the steam whistle. His personal will was greatly amplified by the machine. He was no longer a tiny individual, and his voice could resound throughout Blood Harbor.

The frontiers of will are no longer bound by weak flesh and blood.

Galahad swallowed hard. Although he was also excited, he hesitated and asked, "This way of transmitting information seems a bit troublesome. If it requires a steam whistle, it doesn't seem much more convenient than building a railway."

The prince shook his head.

"Galahad, think about it more. Hughes code is just a coding method. It doesn't necessarily have to use a steam whistle as a carrier. You've seen it in the holy scriptures, haven't you?"

Although the prince didn't mention any sacred texts, Galahad knew there was only one answer.

—The holy book of imperial truth, which the patrons of the Faith always held in their hands, and Galahad had read it many times. To be honest, it was indeed a good book, but it had nothing to do with being a "holy book".

But considering that the church is called "Imperial Truth," it seems to make some sense.

—The truth of the empire has nothing to do with faith.

"Yes, Your Highness."

"Vibrations are transmitted much more efficiently in water than in air, and sound is a type of vibration—wouldn't it be even more efficient in a solid?"

Galahad's eyes widened, while Yuan, standing to the side, also looked thoughtful, glancing occasionally at the top of the bookshelf, where the sacred text of imperial truth was placed.

Is this the power of knowledge?
"This is just a rough guess of mine. Since Hughes and his men have produced this code, they must have mastered much more technology. Let's go take a look!"

Yu'an was somewhat surprised: "Going now? Isn't it a bit too late?"

“It’s not late at all. With such interesting technology, how could Hughes possibly sleep?” the prince said, pushing Yuan out the door. “Quickly, prepare the horses!”

"Hahaha, Hughes, my friend, I knew you weren't asleep yet!"

Hughes's eye twitched: "Didn't I say goodnight?"

"Saying goodnight is just the beginning of the night, so let's talk about that Morse code. I'm not sleepy at all, we can talk all night long!"

Hughes sighed.

In the end, he still managed to bring out Morse code and telegraph technology. The manufacturing of radio stations was not difficult, except that vacuum tubes and capacitors were a bit troublesome to make, but they were not insurmountable.

And there's no need to make it so complicated. We could make some more primitive radios, like a spark transmitter, which you can even make by hand.

The spark transmitter was technically very easy for Castells. However, due to its low efficiency and short pulses, the transmitted signal would occupy a lot of extra bandwidth, so it was banned on Earth.

Here, however, there are no such restrictions. Hughes has already drawn up the blueprints and handed them over to the factory for trial production. It won't be long before they can be tested. And the coins issued this time are in Morse code—oh, he renamed it Hughes code.

The promotion of these technologies served as a warm-up for radio technology.

He doesn't plan to share the radio technology for the time being, but this Morse code is different; it's more like a language, and the more people who know it, the better.

In addition, Hughes also planned to try installing a few telephones. Radio waves might receive unknown signals, but landline phones would surely be less problematic, right?
The principle of wired telephones is not complicated; it is simply electromagnetic conversion. The real problem is that Castells does not have the capability to lay telephone lines into the sea.

Therefore, communication between Castells and Blood Harbor could only rely on radio.

However, the impact is not significant. Hughes has already moved his office to Blood Harbor, and Alexei is managing Castells' affairs. He has been involved in Castells' industrial upgrading from start to finish. Whether it is industry, military or research and development, he can handle it all. He can be called the most versatile talent under Hughes.

Hughes briefly explained the principle of the telephone to the prince, and even wasted a few sheets of paper to make a simple makeshift telephone, basically explaining the principle of sound transmission.

"The essence of sound is vibration. As long as we transmit this vibration as accurately as possible, that's fine, right?"

The prince had read the sacred text of imperial truth—a book compiled by Chloe (deceased) and Alexei that was no longer just an infantry manual; it contained basic physics, mechanical principles, and much more.

After reading it, you can basically learn the advanced course knowledge seamlessly. The classic text is even more comprehensive, just not as in-depth.

Recently, Alexei's editing work has been handed over to Zoe, who now spends all her time studying Chloe's diary and figuring out how to write it.

Hughes nodded, somewhat surprised by the prince's comprehension; this man might have some research talent.

"Yes, the telephone adds an electrical-to-magnetic conversion step to this, converting sound into electrical signals, which are then converted back from the speaker in the receiver—that's roughly the idea. They are all methods of information transmission, just like my words are converted into the sound of a steam whistle through Morse code, and then converted into words through translation."

The prince stroked his chin and nodded thoughtfully: "I see."

Hughes yawned, finally finished speaking. He was getting sleepy and just hoped the prince wouldn't keep asking questions.

As for the new steam locomotive, the prince has already seen it on Castel, so he probably won't ask to see it again, right?
Hmm, a new dragon breath cannon has been added. I heard the prince is quite interested in it.
Hughes was momentarily uncertain.

In short, if he insists on going, let Connor take him; a young man like Hughes needs to get some more sleep.

But the prince did not make any other move, he just stood there thinking. When Hughes was getting a little drowsy, the prince suddenly spoke.

"Then how do you deal with the evil substances accumulated in the electric current?"

Hughes was still a little dazed, and it took him a while to realize what he had heard.

"What evil god? What does electricity have to do with evil things?"

"You didn't know?" The prince's face showed surprise. "There have always been evil things in electricity, so the church also calls electricity blasphemous thunder and strictly prohibits related research. Only the Mechanical Sanctuary has some ways to deal with it."

Hughes' eyes widened.

(End of this chapter)