Farosi Mansion.
Caroline stood in the center of the indoor garden of the Farosi Mansion, surrounded by flowers that were affected by the life force of the World Tree.
"Mr. Joshua, is this posture okay?"
Caroline stroked the black hair on the side of her face with her hand and put it behind her ear, and then leaned down in the direction of Joshua.
"Actually, Carroll, you don't need to pose deliberately, I just test the performance of the World Tree."
With the "camera" in hand, Joshua aimed at Carroll.
After taking part in the filming of "The Devil Is Not Too Cold", Caroline has the demeanor of a model on earth when facing the camera, but it's a pity that the girl's figure doesn't match the word "model" side.
The picture captured by the "camera" was directly projected onto a wall in the central garden through the original spar in Qiao Xiu's hand.
The scene has been from Carole holding the biscuits and nibbling like a rabbit, until she found out that Qiao Xiu was using the "camera" to film her eating dessert, the flower of Farosi suddenly woke up and immediately wiped the corners of her mouth. of cookie crumbs, stood up and showed his most attractive side in front of the camera.
In this picture, Qiao Xiu did not record it in the original spar, but directly connected the "camera" with the original spar through the leaves of the World Tree as a medium.
"Child of Chaos, although I have seen the miracles you have performed more than a dozen times, I am still curious about how you recorded the images of the past." Priest Oranka, who witnessed the whole process, suddenly asked.
"This principle is a little complicated. You can understand that a large amount of light element particles are stored in this original spar." Qiao Xiu searched the memory reserve of the third prince. The process of his invention of the "camera" was purely an accident. When it comes to Joshua, it is difficult to explain it with magic or scientific means, and can only give the priest of Oranka a concept.
"Use the world tree to issue instructions to rearrange these light element particles, refract light of different colors, and then stitch them together to form a picture."
"Such a meticulous manipulation of elements requires a lot of inscriptions to support."
Priest Oranka could not imagine that those pictures were composed of extremely small particles of light element.
"The movie is a bit different from the picture presented in front of you now, but with the addition of the world tree of the black wood elves, the transformation of these shimmering particles has been initially completed."
Qiao Xiu waved his hand gently, and the interface of the magic net appeared in front of Qiao Xiu.
What made Qiao Xiu very gratified was that after the "Second Server" held by Carroll was put into use, the server load of the Frost Elves was greatly reduced, and the transmission rate of the inscriptions increased by about two or three times.
It's still hopelessly slow compared to gigabit fiber on Earth, but at least some images can be loaded.
"Is this what you mean by television, Mr. Joshua?"
After learning that these pictures would not be made public, Caroline pinched her cheek towards the "camera", and the flower of Pharos disappeared instantly without a trace.
As for the expression Caroline put on, the grimace that Caroline made just now was projected on the wall in just a few seconds. All the black wood elves in the central garden saw the forest they served. The expression made by the daughter.
"Television... can only be regarded as the simplest prototype. After all, it needs to rely on the leaves of the world tree as the medium of reception."
Joshua took the green leaf that was placed on the original spar, and the picture that originally appeared on the wall disappeared instantly.
A raw spar is unable to carry the entire program of the magic net, and Qiao Xiu can only use it as a medium for broadcasting pictures, that is, a player that can do nothing but watch TV, not even a button.
Its power supply is magic, safe and environmentally friendly without loss, and the receiver is the leaf of the tree of the world.
"That is to say, if this is sold as a commodity, everyone will be able to see the real Leon when listening to Nolan's voice through this original spar?"
Caroline quickly understood the role of "television".
"This is just a defective product. If mass production is really needed, maybe the world tree of the frost elves will be directly fried..."
"Fried hair? The holy tree of the frost elves is very fond of you, the son of chaos, and the holy trees are very generous and easy-going towards their people."
The priest of Oranka suddenly said that she looked towards Caroline, and she was able to hear the blessings of her own sacred tree.
"Well, if you pluck all the cat's hair out, the anger will be considered light, and it's more likely to fight with you."
Joshua showed the leaf of the World Tree in his hand to the priest of Oranka. This leaf fell off naturally from the World Tree of the Frost Elves.
"If the transmission of images is to be completed, each original spar needs to use the leaves of this world tree as a medium. At present, there are conservatively estimated 70,000 users of Nolan Voice, and they are no longer satisfied with listening." Lyon's voice, but want to see a realistic picture, these two things can satisfy them, if the price is not too expensive, I believe that many people will pay for it."
The example that Joshua gave made the priest of Oranka shudder inexplicably.
She should feel angry at this time, not shiver, because human beings sell part of the World Tree as a commodity, which is extremely repelling to any elves.
But if the World Tree itself agrees, even if the elves have some complaints, they can't make any dominance.
"The holy tree of the frost elves is more willing to listen to your voice, son of chaos... I just hope you can treat him kindly." Priest Oranka tried to persuade him to accept the protection of the black wood elves, but Tailin chose to refuse, not to It's just Tailin... The World Tree in her body made the same choice.
"Of course I won't strip the World Tree of leaves to make this defective product, I'm just thinking of a more efficient method, but this method takes too long and needs to wait for Carroll's world to end. The tree grows further."
Joshua looked up at the other eight elf priests behind Priest Oranka, and finally set his eyes on the youngest elf priest, Luvita.
She held her hands and bit her lower lip, still seeming to feel guilty for not participating in the birth ceremony of the World Tree.
"As priests, you, like Caroline, have the same ability to feed the tree of the world, so I plan to set up special 'viewing spots' all over Nolan to live broadcast "The Singer of the World" this time."
Qiao Xiu is currently unable to mass-produce TVs, but feed the white cat owner some more food, and after it is happy, it is still no problem to use hundreds of leaves to make hundreds of "Original Crystal" TV sets. , or rather... Magic Vision
"I will start planning the program "The Singer of the World" today, so Olanka priest, I know that the psalms you sing have unimaginable charm, but you can't win Nolan with one style alone The people's hearts, you can try other music styles, I will provide some songs for you to practice."
One of the highlights of this type of program is the diversity of players. At most, players on earth may come from all walks of life and all over the country, and this world has even added a race.
The singing of the elves is indeed very beautiful, but the elves' poems are all lullaby-like tunes, and if you listen to them too much, it will be enough to cause aesthetic fatigue.
"Other... music styles? We have sung the 'elf poems' handed down from ancient times for generations, so we have never tried other music styles." Priest Oranka said apologetically.
"It's not too late to try, do you like rock, jazz, or country?"
Before Joshua had finished talking about the musical style he had an impression of, Priest Oranka and the other eight elven priests collectively looked at Joshua with puzzled eyes.
Maybe the music system in this world has no systematic classification like the earth.
"Okay... Wait for me to go to the study and write a few pieces of music." Joshua felt that if he wanted them to understand this, he could only experience the charm of these music through personal practice.
Joshua remembered that there were many blank sheet music books in Mrs. Caesar's study, and relying on the memory in his mind, he could write several corresponding songs.
"By the way... Do you mind sharing the lease with my fellow undead?" Qiao Xiu suddenly asked before leaving.
The magic circle constructed by these elves to shield the magic fluctuations is really too strong, and it has not dissipated after completing the ceremony of welcoming the holy tree.
Joshua felt that he could use the power of this magic circle to summon a great being from the demon world.
…
The Prophet left the White Thorns Theater half an hour ago. The theater manager, Sir White Thorns, enthusiastically drove the magic vehicle he had just bought to send the envoys from the Demon World to the Farosi Mansion.
"Master Mentor, do you know how this magic machinery is constructed?"
Her apprentices sat on the back seat of this car, for the demon world still in the Middle Ages.
In the blink of an eye, we have reached the age of the steam revolution and even the faint signs of the electric revolution, and everything seems so fresh.
They were still talking about "This Devil is not too cold" a few minutes ago, and even the four apprentices were a little scared because they recognized Sir Whitebud as "Stanfield". The apprentice also stood up to prepare for a duel with the neurotic law enforcer.
After the Prophet took a moment to clear up the apprentices' misconceptions about Sir Whitebud, and reiterated that "The Devil's Not Too Cold" was just a fictional story, their attention was drawn to the magic-powered vehicle. .
With the permission of Sir White Thorns, the apprentices touched every corner of the car with their hands, and the Prophet was no exception to indulge in Nolan's best magic mechanical crystallization.
"I don't know the source of the magic power for the time being, but it's just the raw materials that build the surface of this magic machine..."
The Prophet's hand stroked the surface of the vehicle. The strength of these metals far exceeded the Prophet's expectations. With the current production level of the Demon World, it is impossible to temper this level of metal.
Therefore, even if you know the principle of this magic guide machine, it is almost impossible to mass-produce it in the demon world.
The desire for knowledge made the Prophet look at Ciri, the only spellcaster from Nolan in the car.
"Don't look at me, my grade in the class of Magic Machinery was F. At that time, I had a fight with the teacher of Magic Machinery because of this. Of course, the final result was that I won."
Ciri shrugged and said that her attainment in magic machinery was infinitely close to zero. By the way, she also boasted about her "honorable deeds" in the academy.
"But you can look to the left of the car window, and you will soon arrive at the River of Gears. On the opposite side of the River of Gears is Nolan's alchemy workshop area, which we also call the factory area. By the way, we live near the River of Gears. Residents of the city were disturbed by the noise."
Ciri dutifully acted as a tour guide, and the vehicle driven by Sir Whitebud just happened to enter the bank of the River of Cogs.
When Nolan's magnificent alchemy workshops appeared in their eyes, the prophet's apprentices almost pressed their faces to the windows.
For these seekers, no one can resist the power of steel and iron interlocking and bursting out. The magic particles spewing from the chimney of the magic factory are also a beautiful scene in Nolan.
The Prophet's performance was more reserved, but her expression was not very optimistic.
When she came to Nolan, she deeply realized that there is such a big gap between human civilization and the civilization of the demon world.
The demon world is still troubled by the harvest of food. The blacksmith shop is almost pitiful. The demons relied on their strong physique to resist the crusade of the human army. However, when the weapons used by the human army became more and more powerful, the border wall of Sooner or later the city walls will be torn down by humans.
Thinking of this, the Prophet was a little dazed. Her wooden-framed glasses reflected the magnificent factory buildings across the river of gears, and she quietly hid her desire in the bottom of her heart.
"These places... can we go in?" the Prophet asked.
"Some small factories are free to visit, but those factories established by merchants and dwarves are completely forbidden to enter. I suggest you don't try to sneak out by force, otherwise you will kill a group of spellcasters and rude people. The attendant must be beaten down to get out."
Ciri waved the staff she was holding, as if she had personally experienced how to beat those rude guys directly to the ground.
"That won't stop us." The Prophet didn't mind risking being surrounded by going in to see what was going on inside the factory.
She came to Nolan to learn the knowledge of human beings, and to pay a certain risk for this knowledge, the Prophet thought it was worthwhile.
"It's not necessary." Ciri pointed to a factory opposite the River of Gears and said, "Did you see the building with the largest chimney, it is one of the largest alchemy factories in Nolan, if you are interested, you can go there anytime in the future. Wander around a few times and come back."