“Your Majesty, can I give it a try?” Kaimo Strale asked impatiently.
“Of course,” Roland nodded with a smile, “You can send the message this time.”
The chief alchemist pondered for a moment and wrote a string of alternating long and short characters on the small blackboard, totaling more than twenty. If there was a chance of guessing correctly with the three bars and two dots, this message basically ruled out the element of luck.
The receiver was still Barov.
He obviously didn't want to end this extraordinary experience so quickly, and put on his blindfold before Roland could speak.
The leaping arc once again bloomed between the spark gaps.
This time, the old butler took longer to listen.
When he wrote the answer on paper and presented it to everyone, enthusiastic applause finally erupted from the crowd!
Although there were two errors in the twenty-odd characters, the number was complete, and it was exactly the same as the information written by Kaimo!
It was absolutely impossible to guess it by chance.
In other words, in less than a few seconds, the message had completed an exchange between Neverwinter City and Silverlight City—this was the only way to explain why he knew what Kaimo had sent.
“Your Majesty, how far can the Iron Tower transmit messages at most?” Barov asked excitedly.
“Theoretically, thousands of kilometers are not a problem if the power is increased.”
“Wouldn’t that cover all the territories of the Four Kingdoms?”
Hearing this, everyone couldn't help but whisper to each other.
“More than that, even the Fertile Plains are basically included.”
“What happens in Eternal Winter, Graycastle can know in the next second, it’s a bit unbelievable!”
“Indeed, if I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes, I really wouldn’t believe that this is something that human power can do…”
Barov was already considering deeper issues.
“Your Majesty, if we give these symbols specific meanings, we may be able to convey more complex content, such as instructions and orders…”
What he thought about first after witnessing a new technology was how to use it. It must be said that the old butler’s knowledge and ideas were much broader than at the beginning. Obviously, in these years, he has also changed a lot to adapt to the position of ruler of this emerging kingdom. Roland smiled approvingly, "The direction is correct, but it can be done more thoroughly."
“You mean…”
“Instead of giving symbols specific meanings, give specific symbols to the current text, so that even if you can’t hear human voices, you can still communicate in real time.”
After thinking for a moment, Barov’s eyes couldn’t help but light up.
Obviously, he also realized the great significance of this "new text."
Since the writing system of this world adopts a completely different phonetic and ideographic system, the telegraph code of another world cannot be directly applied. However, under the same principle, as long as you put more thought into it, you can always develop a suitable communication code table. With these code tables, any text information can be converted into corresponding telegraph signals and spread across the continent at the speed of light.
As for who will create this telegraph code, Roland has already made plans.
—As the information recorder of two worlds, no one is more suitable for this task than Scroll.
“Your Majesty…” Minister of Agriculture Seni Dali tentatively raised his hand, “Can I try this tele…graph machine?”
“Of course,” Roland looked at everyone, “If anyone is interested, you can experience it yourself.”
The top echelons of Neverwinter City immediately exploded. They swarmed up and soon surrounded the table where the machine was placed.
Watching this scene, Anna walked to Roland and shook her head amusingly.
Roland naturally understood the meaning in her smile. The spark transmitter and the mineral receiver were only the lowest-tech links in the radio communication plan. The former sent information overwhelmingly in the entire frequency band, and the latter accepted everything without discrimination. The two seemed to be a match made in heaven, but it also meant that only one set of information could be transmitted in the same area at the same time. In fact, after the spark transmitter was replaced by more advanced electronic tube wireless equipment, it still played a role in the field of interference due to its characteristics, and the effect was evident.
Plus, this system requires huge antennas and a certain output power, so the size and weight are difficult to reduce, which means it can only be installed in a few important cities.
When the electronic tube is mature enough, broadcasting and radio stations that can directly transmit sound signals without interference will usher in the first peak of radio communication.
I wonder what kind of surprised expressions they will have at that time.
He knew that this was exactly what Anna was looking forward to.
It must be said that, in this respect, he and she had very similar hobbies.
Just as everyone was excitedly trying to "talk" to Silverlight City, Roland suddenly felt a strong sense of dizziness surge into his heart.
It came so quickly that the outlines of things in the room appeared as double images. He subconsciously closed his eyes, trying to suppress the spread of dizziness, but his body seemed to lose its center of gravity.
Anna was the first to notice his abnormality and grabbed his arm, "Roland, are you alright?"
I'm fine... Roland wanted to answer, but opening his mouth resulted in a violent cough. He covered his mouth, and a sweet, fishy taste filled his throat.
Damn it, what the hell is going on?
His eyelids quickly drooped, as heavy as a thousand pounds. In his open palm were specks of bright red, which were out of place with everything around him. Despite his best efforts to stay awake, his consciousness was rapidly drifting away from him. Anna seemed to be exclaiming something at him, but he couldn't hear anything except the chaotic noise.
His body fell backward uncontrollably. The last thing he saw was Nightingale's figure and the rapidly spreading mist.
……
When Roland opened his eyes, he found himself back in the castle bedroom.
“His Majesty is awake!”
Before he could sit up, Scroll’s low voice rang out beside him.
Then came a burst of rapid footsteps, and Anna appeared at the head of the bed in the blink of an eye—obviously she had been in the room and hadn’t left him too far.
“How do you feel?” She leaned over and pressed her hand against his forehead, asking softly, “Is anything uncomfortable?”
“Um…” Roland focused on feeling for a moment, “No. I feel very refreshed all over, like I’ve had a good night’s sleep. I feel better than usual.”
Looking at their questioning gazes, he spread his hands helplessly, “It’s true, except…”
“Except for what?” Anna and Scroll asked in unison.
“Except I’m a little hungry…” Roland touched his stomach, “How long have I been asleep?”
Anna's expression finally relaxed a lot, "About six hours, it's the shortest time you've been unconscious. I'll go and notify the kitchen to prepare meals. But... are you really okay?"
“Couldn’t be better.” Roland shrugged, “By the way, isn’t Nightingale here? She can tell if this is comforting words or not as soon as she hears it.”
As soon as he finished speaking, Nightingale appeared from the shadows. However, she didn’t approach the bedside, nor did she answer immediately, but nodded after a long silence, “...What His Majesty said is true.”
“See?” Roland curled his lips. He really didn’t feel any discomfort at the moment, and what he said was the truth. Nightingale’s reply was much slower than usual. Although he felt a little strange, he didn’t delve into it. “As for why I fainted, it’s probably just because I didn’t get enough rest, right?”