Sword of Dawnbreaker

Chapter 534 - 533: Anglais Weaving Machine

In the spacious and bright magic laboratory, researchers in standard magic robes gathered around the lab bench. The bright light from the magic crystals above illuminated the objects on the bench clearly—on a square foot panel made of purple copper, arcane wind element runes and guiding magic lines arranged into an orderly magic power array. The nodes between the arrays flickered like breathing, forming a complete magic power cycle, and with each cycle, it steadily output energy.

Endlessly repeating, stable and continuous, efficient and concise.

The Mages in standard robes craned their necks, filled with joy and excitement, yet tinged with a bit of nervousness as they watched the metal panel on the lab bench. Even the elderly Mages held their breath along with the young ones, worried that a single breath might disrupt the magic symbol cycle. In the silent laboratory, only a young black-haired female Mage was clearly reporting the numbers: "Twenty-eight, twenty-nine, thirty..."

Gradually, someone among the surrounding Mages broke the silence and quietly counted along with the female Mage: "Thirty-one, thirty-two..."

With the last few numbers, no one could help but speak. In the vast laboratory, a group of the most intelligent people chanted in unison like Mage apprentices learning to count: "Thirty-nine, forty, forty-one... forty-two!"

The count stopped abruptly at forty-two, and after a brief silence, nearly everyone cheered: "Forty-two! A cycle completed!" "Stable operation, no interference!" "We did it!"

Among the cheering Imperial Mages, the young black-haired female Mage, Mary, clapped with a bit of restraint and awkwardness, looking up at the only person not cheering—the elderly powerful Mage by the lab bench, still draped in his thick, old robe. His face was like stone, as if he were an outsider to this moment.

After half a minute of cheering, the old Mage slightly raised his hand.

The crowd around the lab bench quickly fell silent, each turning to look at the elderly man in the black robe, with growing respect in their gazes.

In the world of Mages, only knowledge and power are the capital for respect, and this man named Daniel possesses both.

At least at this moment, everyone in this laboratory no longer cared about the writhing artificial nerve cords behind Daniel, nor his volatile temper and sharp, harsh speaking style.

"This is the Magic Web, Typhon’s own Magic Web," Daniel’s piercing eyes scanned every face in the room, squeezing out a hint of a smile on his deeply wrinkled face, although his smile seemed somewhat mocking. But his peculiar temperament was well-known, and no one doubted him, "Now, we’ve cracked the secret of the Anzu, but this is just the first step."

The surrounding Mages nodded, some agreeing aloud: "Yes, we need to figure out how to miniaturize it and how to quickly mass-produce it..."

"The Anzu’s Magic Web Unit is said to be only the size of a palm, yet its efficiency matches this big contraption we created," Daniel nodded, "so the next target is how to shrink it. As for mass production... we’ve already test-produced a Repulsion Piston Power Machine, and now with stable energy, as soon as the first press machine operates, the Magic Web and machines can naturally replicate themselves."

"Using machines to produce machines..." a white-haired Mage said, sincerely, "Master Daniel, you are truly a genius."

"It’s unfortunate that the Anzu started earlier than us and went further. It’s said that they’ve not only manufactured machines that work but also machines that can cast spells—His Majesty the Emperor is deeply concerned, so we can’t stop here."

"Machines that can cast spells..."

The Mages buzzed with discussion, these transcendent beings from Typhon, with extraordinary intellect and vision, specialized in various niche fields, and naturally grasped the deeper meaning in Daniel’s words. They were shocked by this concept that challenged common sense, some even felt some fear and resistance, but they could imagine the significance behind this technology. For them, this was akin to a taboo realm—yet now, the Imperial Emperor’s mission for them was to explore the taboo, to study the forbidden.

A strange sense of excitement urged them on, they were tense but eager to try.

Daniel left the laboratory, leaving the Imperial Mages to continue their excitement around the heap of magic symbols, while apprentice Mary followed behind him.

"No wonder His Majesty the Emperor recruited researchers from outside the Royal Mage Association," Mary kept pace with her mentor. She had worked in this Imperial research facility for some time, and this life different from the Mage towers had changed her originally rabbit-like nature slightly. At least now she dared to express her opinions, "Perhaps only those hearing the concept of ’machines that can cast spells’ wouldn’t be so resistant, and instead would rise to the research interest?"

"They’re still a bunch of fools... just slightly smarter than the dumbest ones," Daniel commented acidly, "Such results actually satisfy them... they have no idea what astonishing mathematical principles lay behind this."

Mary wanted to say that things should progress orderly, and those unfamiliar with rune logic couldn’t possibly think so far when first seeing the Magic Web, but she knew if she said that, the mentor would definitely get angry, so she wisely kept silent.

Daniel’s mood was quite good at this moment, he lifted his head, his gaze ahead, looking at the long, straight corridor of the Imperial research facility, and at the neatly arranged rooms and the coming and going Mages, scholars, and Alchemists.

This was the Imperial Construction Association, established by Emperor Rosetta Augustus himself. Just from the name, one can see it’s a totally different organization from the Royal Mage Association, and various Craftsmen Association and Scholars Association. Here, people with knowledge and skills are integrated together, jointly committed to creating practical new things, new technologies. Since the facility’s completion seven years ago, it has produced several epoch-making technologies impacting the entire Empire, such as the widely promoted flammable stone acidification technology, new road construction techniques, and a new white crystal production technology reducing the cost to just a tenth of the original.

This facility was initiated by Emperor Rosetta Augustus, and its specific design, including the laboratory style, was the handiwork of Windsor Maple, the president of the Royal Mage Association. The genius president boldly reformed the traditional Mage building regulations, replacing the old-style, gloomy, cramped, and mysterious yet impractical private laboratories with spacious, bright large laboratories.

It’s said that many traditional mages disdain the laboratories within the "Imperial Mechanical Association," believing they’ve lost the mystery and nobility of mages. However, in Daniel’s view—

"Windsor’s design of the laboratory has some redeeming features."

He was very satisfied with Windsor Maple’s design of the new-style laboratory, as the spacious and bright environment reminded him of the "experimental space" created by his master.

Mary followed closely beside Daniel and gently asked, "Mentor, are we going back?"

Daniel nodded slightly, "Hmm, first go to the office and organize the materials."

Mary acknowledged, but before she left, a group of researchers with excited expressions suddenly emerged from a corner not far ahead. Upon recognizing them, Daniel and Mary immediately stopped in their tracks.

"Ah! Master Daniel!"

The group in the distance had noticed Daniel and his apprentice—whether due to his strength and knowledge or the introduction by the chairman of the Royal Mage Association, Daniel had already gained a considerable reputation within this facility. Therefore, when they were still far away, they greeted him, and when they came closer, Daniel nodded as a response, "I was just about to head back—why are you all so excited?"

"Ah, you should wait a moment. We have something to show you!" A scholar dressed in a white robe flashed a bright smile, "There’s a bold and clever person—a clockmaker from Anglais brought an interesting machine. If your Repulsion Piston Power Machine solved the energy issue, that machine could be put to great use!"

"A machine brought by a clockmaker?" Daniel’s sparse eyebrows slightly rose, and his tone held a hint of playfulness, "What’s it used for?"

"With the drive of the waterwheel, it can weave cloth!"

Daniel’s expression remained unchanged, he just stood silently for a moment before softly saying, "Oh... that’s truly good news."

...

Cecil Castle, inside the feudal lord’s mansion.

Gawain’s pen, reviewing documents, suddenly stopped. He lifted his head, his gaze seemingly unfocused as he looked at the wall in front of him. After a moment, he let out a soft sigh and his expression turned extraordinarily serious.

Amber, waiting nearby, immediately noticed Gawain’s anomaly and curiously looked over, "What’s wrong? Miswritten again?"

Gawain slightly shook his head, "No, it’s that time suddenly became urgent."

In Typhon, not so far away, a machine called the "Anglais Weaving Machine" had emerged.

The weaving machine itself wasn’t a particularly astounding creation; in fact, at Cecil, practical spinning machines and weaving machines had already long entered the stage of industrial usage. But the very act of "a clockmaker from Typhon creating a practical machine and sending it to the Empire’s research facilities" alerted Gawain like an alarm.

Typhon’s development is about to accelerate, ready to enter the next era at any moment.

Emperor Rosetta built an advanced imperial system, which is now naturally showcasing its power—after decades of centralization, reform, exploration, construction, and accumulation, Typhon’s society seemed to have amassed the strength to break free from the agricultural age. More and more craftsmen with knowledge and skills were already capable of converting their experiences into technological products. More and more scholars, in an economically open environment, cast their eyes toward practical industries, even the mages of Typhon... have begun stepping out of their mage towers.

After so much accumulation, finally, a brave clockmaker sent his invented machine to the Empire’s research facility. This machine will certainly attract the attention of Rosetta Augustus—the astute emperor will not overlook the importance of this machine, and the motivation felt by Typhon’s technical craftsmen following this event can be imagined, as can Typhon’s speed of development...

In this world, empowered by magic, where many technologies rapidly convert from theory to practical implementation, once an "industrial revolution" begins, its development speed will be faster than on planet Earth.

At this moment, Gawain felt immensely grateful for sending Daniel to Aldernon in time.

He lifted his head, looking at the curiously face of Amber beside him, "Go call Pittman and Kamel—also Aunt Heidi and Rebecca."