Chapter 536: Miss Silver Dragon, are you aiming for the Nobel Prize?

The biggest financial crisis so far had been unexpectedly resolved.

Garrett desperately wanted to start using the 【Bloodline Identification】 spell right away, to cast it until he was dizzy and darkened. However, the tiny bit of reason left in him restrained his hands. Under the old man’s guidance, he began to practice disassembling and assembling magical devices:

Dismantle the outer casing, connect the mithril wire, link it to the central hub of the Mage Tower;

Disconnect the mithril wire, push the chip box back to its original place, restore it to its former state;

Dismantle the outer casing, and do it all over again...

After learning it once, Garrett could disassemble and assemble by himself, only needing occasional tips from the old man; after practicing a second time, he was able to operate completely independently.

Although he wasn’t a student of engineering, the fingers of a surgeon were sufficiently sensitive and stable. Garrett simply didn’t dare to dismantle unfamiliar objects, but with guidance, he was confident in following the procedures:

After all, these were the hands that could suture blood vessels and connect nerves! Just disassembling and assembling, what was so difficult about that?

It was just like changing a phone battery!

When using Mage Hand transformed into wrenches and screwdrivers, the transformations were precise, the control of force light or heavy at will, and every movement flowed smoothly. This made the old man sigh again and again:

"You should forget about going to Thunder Horn! With your talent, you really should join our Alchemy Workshop!"

Garrett: "..." Thanks, Black Crow Swamp always says the same, my ears are about to develop calluses...

After disassembling twice, he took it upon himself to do it again without any hints. Ensuring he had fully mastered the work, he dispersed Mage Hand and gratefully bowed to the old man:

"You’ve really helped me a lot..."

"Boom!!!"

Another loud noise. MOSS sounded the alarm wildly, all the invisible servants dashed downward, and a familiar scene replayed...

Garrett sighed, nodded hastily to the old man, and sprinted down. Upon opening the door of the alchemy room, smoke billowed out, revealing a little face blackened by smoke.

"Seraina! What did you pour into what this time?"

"I... It wasn’t silver nitrate this time! Really!"

Garrett covered his face. Behind him, the workshop old man, with his hands behind his back, looked around, sniffed, and revealed a friendly smile:

"This young lady is quite talented! Even experienced mages in the alchemy workshop rarely manage to produce something when they add mercury nitrate to alcohol... Of course, it’s too dangerous and prone to explosion, I wouldn’t recommend a lovely lady like you try this..."

"It’s because the water content is too low." Garrett retorted without a second thought:

"This stuff, in a dry state, explodes easily; if the water content is less than 10%, it can ignite in the air without exploding; if it reaches 30%, it won’t ignite. Seraina, even if you pour something into something else, please don’t think about drying it out, okay?"

He felt that if things continued this way, he might not get to perform safe blood transfusions, but Seraina might just win a Nobel Prize...

The old man’s eyes lit up, he pulled out a thick leather notebook, scribbled down notes, cherished the book in his chest, then sincerely exclaimed:

"Master Nordmark, you’ve really helped us a lot!"

During this period, the Alchemy Guild had been tasked by the navy to develop a substance with a stronger explosive force.

The substance Seraina created was one of their results, but transporting and storing it was really troublesome...

He nodded at Garrett and hurried out of the Mage Tower. Patents, licensing, those could be discussed later, first, they had to go back for testing!

As long as the test passed, the Alchemy Workshop could deliver!

Garrett casually followed to the entrance of the Mage Tower, sort of seeing the old man off. Watching the old man’s back disappear in a rush, he immediately returned, dragging Miss Silver Dragon back to the central hub of the Mage Tower:

"Seraina, look, I don’t have to save money in a hurry now, I can research freely! Just open it up like this, connect it like this..."

He skillfully disassembled, assembled, extracted test tubes, and cast spells. A low buzzing sound emanated from the golden box, just like every time it was activated before.

Then, to verify the connection effect, MOSS could display the screen—

"Ah! I see it!"

Garrett suddenly opened his eyes. Opposite him, Seraina had already undone the mithril threads, holding one in each of her thumb and index finger. Her face was flushed with excitement

:

"I see it!—Garrett, the things you see in your meditative vision, it’s like this!"

Garrett helplessly pressed his forehead.

"…MOSS, did you record the information just now?"

"No, master."

"Ser—ai—na—"

Miss Silver Dragon turned and ran.

Garrett really wanted to stop her, to ask how she managed to receive information physically, achieving the effect of the chip and the central hub of the Mage Tower. However, seeing her run so guiltily, he could only let her go, to ask later.

Perhaps the body structure of the Silver Dragons was special, their scales could directly receive certain magical information? If that was the case, Garrett thought, he could actually introduce Seraina to participate in some projects, or directly guide her to research some things...

But of course, for now, it was more important to gather data. After all, he couldn’t outrun Seraina, and even if he didn’t chase her, she would return by dinner time, wouldn’t she?

Garrett shrugged, wrapped the mithril threads around the crystal column provided by the Tower Spirits, and continued working. One hand held a test tube, the other a gold box, continuously releasing magic:

【Bloodline Identification】!

【Bloodline Identification】!

【Bloodline Identification】!

Even though it was a first-level spell, casting it dozens or hundreds of times in one go was still a heavy burden for a mage. For the first thirty, Garrett smiled, his expression relaxed;

Another thirty, his face became a bit more solemn;

Yet another thirty, his expression serious, the speed of casting slowed down, chanting the incantation with each spell;

The last thirty, sweat dripped down Garrett’s forehead, the pauses between spells grew longer.

Casting spells was like drawing silk. It’s easy and enjoyable to draw silk from a full cocoon; to draw the last strand from an almost depleted cocoon, ensuring the silk’s stability and uniformity, not to mention the difficulty of the operation, the cocoon definitely doesn’t feel pleasant.

But, this kind of mental exertion was also an excellent exercise for mages. To meditate after pushing to the limit, the effects were absolutely wonderful!

Especially if you could meditate immediately with a sufficient supply of magical elements...

Garrett thus completely drained his mental power. Then, pale-faced, he staggered and collapsed into the meditation room.

"God bless, Seraina, please don’t blow up the alchemy room again…"

"Boom!"

"Seraina, what did you add to what this time?"

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