After dinner, Roland returned to his office and continued to transcribe the basic mathematical knowledge in his mind onto paper.
He didn't have the ability to remember everything he saw, and not only that, his memory would decline over time. Due to his profession, mathematics and physics were still frequently used subjects, but other knowledge such as history, geography, biology, and chemistry had probably degenerated to an entry-level. Therefore, whether he needed it or not, writing down the things he hadn't forgotten as early as possible would allow him to retain more knowledge.
He had Scroll scan each sheet he filled. As long as she had seen the content, it would be permanently saved. Unfortunately, Scroll's ability was only related to memory and could not enable her to master those junior high school math knowledge without a teacher. Therefore, when he had time, Roland had to explain it to her again.
Of course, for him, who liked to teach, imparting knowledge was a very interesting thing. Especially when he saw Scroll's surprised or thoughtful expressions followed by a sudden realization, he felt a special sense of accomplishment. However, Roland knew that this also had something to do with the teaching target. Although Scroll was nearly forty years old, her magic greatly slowed down her aging. The skin on her cheeks was still firm and rosy, and her long black hair was simply tied behind her head, making her look mature and capable. The fine crow's feet at the corners of her eyes did not spoil the overall beauty, but rather highlighted her steady temperament. If she were in a movie, she would definitely be the role of an elegant and all-round teacher. Now, he could make the "teacher" listen in astonishment, and this contrast was quite enjoyable.
While Roland was writing, he was also thinking about what magic in this world was.
It was everywhere, whether it was deep in the North Slope mines or in the Impassable Mountain Range, from the Land of Barrens in the west to the Seawind Region in the east, witches could use it to unleash all kinds of incredible powers. If magic was regarded as electricity, then witches were electrical appliances with different functions. But obviously, it was much more incredible than electricity, more like an energy close to the "source."
For example, Hakala of the Association of Mutually Assistance, Wendy said that she could summon four kinds of magic snakes, named Execution, Pain, Petrification, and Nothingness, each with different venom effects. Another example was Nightingale, whose unfolded mist almost distorted space. The manifestations of these abilities were ever-changing. Apart from the word source, Roland couldn't think of any other more appropriate word.
If a definition were to be given to the source, it would probably be a universal and general rule. Einstein devoted the second half of his life to incorporating the four fundamental forces of the universe into a theoretical framework, which is the so-called Grand Unified Theory. In a sense, what he did was to find the source. So, could there be a universal rule that could be applied in any universe?
This made Roland couldn't help but open his mind. Could it be that the world before he crossed over also had such power, but without witches as release windows, it had been ignored by people all the time?
In any case, Roland could only think about it. After all, with the current level of technology, he simply couldn't analyze this power.
Therefore, promoting industrial development and promoting civilization progress was his main task.
Perhaps one day, people can directly use this power without the help of witches—a universal super energy that can be converted into multiple effects at the same time, just thinking about it is exciting.
“Your Highness?” Scroll couldn't help asking when she saw the prince looking intoxicated.
"Cough," Roland came back to his senses from his delusion, coughed twice, glanced at the candle that was about to burn out, and said, "Let's call it a day."
“Yes,” she bowed her head, ready to leave, but unconsciously slowed down her steps.
Roland didn't hear the door close for a long time, and looked up strangely, only to find that the other party was still standing at the door. "Is there anything else?"
"Your Highness..." Scroll hesitated for a moment, "I want to ask you a question."
"Ask." Roland nodded, put down the quill in his hand, picked up the cup and took a sip of water. These witches are good in every way, but one thing is that they are too unconfident. Like a rabbit poking its head out of a cave, it shrinks back into the cave at the slightest disturbance and never dares to come out again. He guessed her questions would be something like why are you willing to take us in, aren't you afraid of the threat from the church, etc. Nightingale and Wendy had already asked him many times. But since the other party was making such a gesture, he
naturally had to answer seriously, so that they could deeply feel that comrades should be treated as warmly as the spring breeze.
"You... is it possible for you to marry a witch?"
"Pfft," Roland almost spat out the water in his mouth, "Uh, why are you asking this question?"
"I..." Scroll opened her mouth, but couldn't answer.
Marry a witch? The first figure that appeared in Roland's mind was Anna. From the moment he met her in the cage, those lake-blue eyes had left a deep impression in his heart. Witches are women who awakened from ordinary humans. They are outstanding in their abilities, and from appearance to body, they are superior to ordinary people in every way. If they were in modern society, they would definitely be the focus of attention. So, what hesitation did he have? If that's the case—
He looked at Scroll and replied with a smile: "Why not?"
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Wendy rubbed her sore shoulders and returned to her room.
Her overly heavy breasts always brought her a lot of trouble, especially when she was standing on the wooden shed at the top of the Little Town, the hands she raised had to be slightly backward to maintain her body balance.
According to the first trial voyage, several improvements have been made to the Little Town. For example, a simple shed was built where she stood, which could shelter from wind and rain and avoid sun exposure. A circle of bark was hung around the hull to reduce the impact when it hit the shore. Two short cement piles were added to both sides of the ship's rails to facilitate the fixing of hemp ropes.
And her ability to control the wind has also greatly improved after nearly a month of training. Now the ship is sailing more and more stably, and the speed can be fast or slow under the influence of the wind. She has also learned to use the existing wind power to adjust the magic consumption, so that she can persist for a longer time.
Nightingale finished her bath before Wendy and was already leaning against the head of the bed in her pajamas waiting for her.
But what surprised her was that the other party had an uncontrollable smile on her face.
"Did something good happen?" Wendy couldn't help asking, but the latter shook her head, said nothing, just smiled even deeper.
Wendy pouted. After a night talk with her last time, her mood had not been very high. It was only after Quent started to become popular in the castle recently that she improved. Why did she suddenly burst into laughter today? Where did the silent Shadow Assassin who was expressionless when they first met in Silvercity go?
Forget it, Wendy took off her clothes and stepped into the wooden bucket filled with hot water. Probably, she won a good card. (。)
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