I made up magic and taught a world-destroying witch?

Mia thought for a moment and asked:

"Is it possible that the things you make are inherently more prone to breaking?"

Buck's eyes widened angrily, and he exclaimed, "How is that possible!"

"You just said the dashcam would move on its own."

"That's a design feature of the older models!"

Just as the two were about to discuss at the entrance of the experimental tower whether a self-propelled instrument was a design feature or a product quality issue, Penny suddenly spoke up:

"One or two isolated incidents could be considered accidents, but if it happens too often, it doesn't seem likely."

Buck's expression gradually returned to normal.

"Yes," he said.

"Surely no one really thinks that just by smashing all of us low-magic machines, the magic of the old era will magically return, right?"

Joseph's heart skipped a beat.

"What do you mean?"

Penny was silent for a moment, as if considering whether she should say something, but finally she spoke:

"After the decline of the old magic, not everyone was willing to accept the change."

Dwarves began crafting low-magic machinery, dwarves improved forging and furnaces, and other races followed suit by reducing their reliance on magic. Many devices that did not rely on large magic arrays also emerged.

"Once these things are truly mature, many things that only mages could do in the past can now be done by ordinary people using machines."

"Some people think this is a good thing, while others naturally think it's not."

Joseph probably understood.

To put it bluntly, technological advancements will inevitably take away some people's jobs; this principle applies to almost any world.

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Those who relied on large magic arrays, teleportation nodes, and magic workshops in the old days might now view gnomes making low-magic machinery in the same way that people clinging to old equipment view automation.

However, the worst that can happen when someone is holding equipment is smashing a machine. In another world, the technology is obviously much more advanced, making the competition in this industry a bit too fierce.

"You suspect the recent malfunction was caused by human error?"

"There's no evidence right now," Penny said.

"The silver powder inside the low-magic wheel shaft is definitely not something that got in naturally, but it's hard to say about the other things."

However, with so many people involved in inter-ethnic trade, every step could potentially be tampered with.

Buck coughed again and muttered under his breath, "You'd better not let me find out who it is."

"Okay, you should go see a doctor first," Penny said.

Buck pretended not to hear, but Mia and Grace were completely captivated by the place where the dwarf lived.

"Is the whole area an underground workshop?" Grace asked softly.

She had seen the Minok Hills in the Royal Geographical Records when she was a child.

The book says that it is a low mountain area in the northwest of the empire, with complex underground mineral layers and numerous wind tunnels, and is one of the largest settlements of dwarves in the empire.

However, most of the records in the royal library only record how many mechanical parts the local area exports each year, how much toll is paid, and which trade treaties the Dwarf Merchant Guild has signed with the Empire.

As for how those dwarfs lived and what the underground city looked like, the book only briefly mentioned that it was "complex in structure and not suitable for outsiders to enter alone."

Now that Buck has said this, it's clear that it's not as simple as just having a complex structure.

"Yes," Penny said, looking at her. "There are many experimental samples that are not yet available for sale. Professor, you can take the students to see them if you have time in the future."

In the beginning, the dwarves considered repairing the large portal and the old-fashioned powerhouse. Later, they found that many things simply couldn't be maintained, so they gradually changed it to the current low-magic structure.

Those records of failures might be helpful for the professor's new magic project.

Taking students to a dwarf community for off-campus study tours? It sounds like a long journey and a lot of trouble.

However, from another perspective, these cross-regional and cross-ethnic exchange activities are something that those who understand will understand.

"We'll see how things go with the project," Joseph said.

If there was no direct rejection, then it means we can talk.

Penny clearly understood what he meant and nodded with a smile.

"The Chamber of Commerce welcomes you at any time."

The equipment was gradually delivered into the experimental tower, and Penny showed Joseph the list again.

Among them were two magic fluctuation recording discs, a synchronization recorder that Buck said would move on its own, and two small sensor panels modified by the Chamber of Commerce.

Joseph didn't quite understand what the sensor panel was actually used for.

Penny spent a long time explaining, but the gist of it was that it was possible to amplify very weak magical changes and leave them on the board.

Whether or not the spell slots can actually be seen is unknown.

Once the last box was delivered, the chamber of commerce workers began tidying up the ropes and soft cloths on the carriage, and Buck was also ushered back to the carriage by Penny.

Before getting on the bus, he couldn't help but turn his head again.

"Professor, thank you so much. Once I'm feeling better, I'll definitely readjust that synchronization recorder for you myself."

"Don't worry, the church says I'm fine." He had barely finished speaking when he turned his head and coughed softly.

Joseph: "...Let's get better first." Don't let our gratitude turn into a casualty record for the experimental tower.

As the Chamber of Commerce's trucks prepared to leave one by one, Penny stood at the entrance of the experimental tower and waited until the last porter returned to the truck before taking out a folded piece of cardboard from a small pocket close to her waist.

"professor."

"Is there anything else?" Joseph glanced at him.

Penny handed him the cardboard, which was thicker than ordinary receipts. It was stamped with the gear seal of the Dwarf Merchant Guild, and there was a string of tiny anti-counterfeiting engravings in the lower right corner.

"This is the payment slip for the first phase of observation funding."

Penny said:

"As previously agreed, the first installment is 100,000 gold coins."

Joseph took the receipt.

"You can withdraw the money at the UnionPay Vault or in installments," Penny continued.

"The receipt has been linked to your identity record and does not need to go through the college account."

Miss Penny is indeed very considerate; she knows that money shouldn't be given in front of many people and that it shouldn't go through the college's account.

A businessman who proactively considers the quality of life of his partners is truly adept.

Joseph folded the receipt and put it in the inside pocket of his coat.

"I see."

Looking at his calm demeanor, Penny became even more certain of her judgment.

When the first phase of funding, worth 100,000 gold coins, was handed over, the young professor didn't even glance at it.

As expected, Professor Grantham refused to allow the funds to go through the college's account in order to avoid interference from the college administration in the collaboration between the two parties.

He didn't care about the gold coins at all.

I just explained the redemption method, and I was taking the gold coins a little too seriously.

"If there are any problems with the equipment, you can send someone to notify the Chamber of Commerce," Penny said.

"Buck may need some rest during this period, and I will arrange for another technician to come over."

"This is troublesome."

"No trouble at all." Penny took a half step back and gave Joseph a slight bow.

"Looking forward to seeing your new achievements."

After saying that, she turned around, walked down the steps, and got into the last truck.

Joseph stood at the door, watching the truck slowly drive away along the college road, before finally feeling the payment slip in his pocket through his coat.

100,000 gold coins.

He suddenly felt that being woken up by Marco in the morning wasn't entirely unforgivable.

Joseph turned around in a good mood, ready to make an appointment for the training tower.

Surely no one can resist exploring the usefulness of their magic, right?

Real-world practice is the only way to test your skills!

Although the target is just equipment, it's not a big problem. Anyway, Brewster already knows about his abstract magic, so it's better to test it openly and without worrying about damaging his experimental tower.

As soon as he entered the experimental tower to go upstairs to get the data, he found Mia and Grace already waiting at the bottom of the stairs.

Upon hearing Joseph enter, both men looked up simultaneously.

"gentlemen."

"teacher!"

Joseph glanced at Mia and then at Grace; neither of them seemed to be there to help him with his snacks.

Mia's eyes sparkled as she loudly proclaimed:

"Sir, we've already decided on our career path!"