There was silence in the room for a long time. Finally, Pandora broke the solid atmosphere. She turned up her nose and showed an expression of not wanting to care. She looked at the old man Lich and asked, "What are the questions you want to calculate?"
"Huh—" the old Lich breathed out lightly, reached into his arms, and took out a piece of crumpled papyrus with scrawled writing on it, "Here, it's all written on it, three in total."
Pandora glanced at it and called out: "Little bell!"
"Woof!" A dog barked, and a yellow shadow emerged from under the desk. It was the old Lich's golden-haired dog.
After escaping out, the golden retriever looked at Pandora fawningly, wagging its tail and sticking out its tongue, waiting for Pandora's order.
Pandora pointed to the papyrus in the old Lich's hand and said, "Bring it to me, little bell."
"Woof woof!"
The big golden-haired dog barked twice in reply, jumped up and down to the old man Lich, took the papyrus from the old man's hand, held it firmly in his mouth, and returned to the desk with a skipped jump.
Handing the papyrus to Pandora, Pandora casually touched the golden retriever's head. The golden retriever spun around in circles excitedly for several times, its tail wagging like a car wiper in a heavy rain, and its nose breathing heavily.
Pandora began to read the content on the papyrus. The old man Lich looked at the extremely excited golden retriever, and his expression became a little weird. After a while, he said to Pandora: "Hey, little girl, why do you... control my dog's barking?" Little Bell? I remember, he didn’t have that name, right?”
"brush!"
Pandora put down the papyrus she was reading, glanced at the old man Lich and asked: "Is there any problem? The little bell is not your dog now, but my dog. I remember you promised to lend it to me for twenty days. Yes, it has only been seventeen days, and there are still three days left. And if you come to ask me questions again, the time will be extended. Before I return the little bell to you, what is my name? That is my freedom."
"But..." The old man Lich wanted to say something, but when he opened his mouth, nothing came out.
After taking a look at the big golden retriever dog who was trying hard to please Pandora, the old man Lich sighed softly and said with some dejection: "Okay."
"Wow!"
Pandora straightened her nose, grabbed the papyrus with satisfaction, and continued to read.
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the other side.
After checking the facilities in many rooms, Richard made sure that they were all operating normally and could ensure that uranium-235 could be purified normally under the action of laser. He breathed a sigh of relief and walked back to the main laboratory.
Sitting down at the circular experimental table in the main laboratory, Richard took out papyrus and laid it out. He held a quill dipped in ink and began to write down complex formulas one after another on it.
"Shashasha..."
Finally, Richard substituted the instrument values that he saw during the inspection of many facilities into the formula and made calculations.
"Shashasha..."
A few minutes later, Richard put the quill down and looked at the bottom of the papyrus. There was a final numerical result he had just calculated—0.5125±0.0025.
This value represents the energy gap in the current nuclear weapons research and manufacturing plans.
Compared to reaching the expected state, it is still about 50% short of energy. This is based on the success of the "Blood Alchemy" of the Truth Society in reducing energy waste and the help of the energy of the ancient tree species tin wood.
Before that, the difference was as high as several hundred percent.
According to the current situation, if nothing changes, it will take almost two years to produce enough weapons-grade enriched uranium to manufacture nuclear weapons.
But after one year, the time for cooperation with the ancient tree species Ximu will be up, and the other party will leave, so the time will have to be extended to three years or even longer.
Although he felt that the ancient tree species Ximu was likely to cause some trouble before the cooperation time arrived, this was not 100% certain.
So now he only has two ways to solve the problem.
One is to use some methods to really "force the rebels" to plant tin wood on ancient trees, and then violently suppress them, forcing the other party to extend the cooperation period to two years later.
The other is to use other means to make up for the energy gap.
Of the two methods, he prefers the latter. "Forcing rebels" to plant tin wood, an ancient tree, is not moral or immoral. After all, there are risks, and there is no guarantee of 100% cooperation from the other party. In comparison, using other means to make up for the energy deficit is more guaranteed.
As for this method, he now has some ideas, which is to imitate the ancient tree species tin wood and absorb it from the void.
The ancient tree species Tin Wood draws endless energy directly from the void with the help of its own special life. He does not have this ability, but can use some spells to achieve effects.
It is true that spells that can achieve effects are rare, but they do not exist. He remembered that the branch of the Society of Truth seemed to have a related book called...
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Two days later.
Télan Branch, Conference Room.
At one end of the rectangular conference table sat Steward Cannon and Supervisor Rommel. In Rommel's arms he held an obviously fat white rabbit, which seemed to weigh more than ten kilograms. At the other end of the conference table sat Steward Canon and Supervisor Rommel. It's Richard.
Rommel rubbed the white rabbit's long ears with the pads of his fingers, raised his eyes to look at Richard, and said slowly: "So, Wizard Richard, do you want to redeem the branch's "Book of the Void"?"
"Yes." Richard nodded, the expression on his face not changing much.
"What's the reason?" Rommel asked, letting go of the white rabbit's long ears, and then scratched the white rabbit's head.
"Same as before." Richard said, "For the research I have been here for."
Rommel stopped scratching the rabbit's head slightly, picked up the white rabbit's hands, placed them on the table like an ornament, and looked at Richard with a serious expression. He stared at it for about a second, took a deep breath, and said seriously: "Wizard Richard, I remember we talked about this before. Your research on matter and energy is a detour. If you work hard, you won't be able to solve it." If there are results, it is better to stop as soon as possible. Before, I thought you would recognize this reality after redeeming the research on "Blood Alchemy", but now it seems that you have fallen deeper and are preparing to study the knowledge related to the void.
You have to know that even ancient wizards have not thoroughly studied the knowledge related to the void, and there is even less knowledge that has been handed down. If you want to make a breakthrough in your research with incomplete records, it is almost impossible, so it is better to give up early. "
"But I still want to persist and try again."
"You call your behavior persistence? In my opinion, it's more like stubbornness." Rommel shook his head slightly.
"Whether I insist or be stubborn, I haven't hit a dead end yet. I just want to see where I can go. Rommel is in charge." Richard said without any excuse.
"So, you have to see a dead end before you give up?"
"Maybe."
Rommel suddenly fell silent and said nothing. The white rabbit he placed on the table felt a vague aura of uneasiness. Its hair stood on end. It glanced at Rommel in fear and was about to jump into the arms of the cannon next to it, trembling. But as soon as he moved two steps, he was swept away by Rommel. He froze in place as if petrified. The next moment, he was picked up by Rommel.
Canon next to him hesitated to speak.