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Chapter 577 All in a Rush for Time

For players, a lot of things in the game weren’t so much about profit or loss. As long as it was interesting enough, or made them feel involved and immersed enough, they would be excited, even exhilarated to participate. The Ji An Studio in Wetland City soon published a detailed structural cutaway of the human-powered plane and even described a detailed process for making and polishing the parts.

Any player with a few manual skills could put together a wooden human-powered plane with the construction diagram he made.

Of course, there had to be some explanations for crafting specific materials, and Ji An Studio also exemplified a variety to show players how to go about choosing them.

After becoming professionals, players were more physically and mentally capable than in reality.

For example, when it came to the simple, basic manual work of sawing wood, the reality was that anyone with a decent amount of strength could saw, but whether the sawing was good, whether the cut was crooked, whether the speed was fast—that was another matter.

And now that anyone who was a professional was considerably more powerful and had great control, many of the finer operations in manual labor had become extremely easy for them.

So after Ji An Studios put out the human-powered plane construction plans, in less than a day, some craftmaster had already built the aircraft.

As for sanding and staining, both processes were completely abandoned, as it was for one-time use only anyway.

That night, some players had purchased a wooden double-cabin human-powered plane made by the crafts experts.

These guys were in a hurry and didn’t even wait for dawn to come; they set off in the night.

As a result, half of the planes crashed while flying at night. Because they had no flying experience. With no light under the dark clouds at night, it was impossible to tell up from down and left from right, and half of the human-powered planes crashed in less than half an hour after takeoff.

Their planes crashed and they died!

These guys ended up resurrecting and laughing, exclaiming that it was so awesome, and went and bought a new human-powered plane and took to the air again.

As for the 100 or so men who built the ship, it took them more than half a day to rush to Bluewater Harbor.

They cut timber in the woods outside the city, making handmade carts under the direction of the marine engineer to carry the wood to port.

The crafting players made different parts according to the marine engineer’s plan and then combined them to build a medium-sized wooden ship over 40 meters long and about nine meters wide in less than five days.

“Although I can’t make the great Ming treasure ship, I’m content to have built a ship like this.”

The marine engineer bigshot looked at the fresh wooden boat about to set sail and burst into tears.

As a top graduate of marine engineering, his greatest wish was to build a Ming treasure ship himself, which would never be possible in reality, but in the game, it was already half-realized.

It wasn’t a Ming treasure ship, but it was at least a large wooden ship.

Surely, there would be opportunities to build bigger ships in the future. The sailors in Bluewater Harbor, watching the ship come together from nothing in a few days little by little, were amazed. The ship might not sail for long, after all, none of the timbers had been dried and dry-painted, and it would be waterlogged in less than three months, but they saw a novel idea of shipbuilding that could build a medium-sized ship in just a few days; it was bound to be a good one, too, as long as the timbers were replaced with proper ones.

Immediately, good sails were gifted, and some questions were asked about boat-building techniques.

The bigshot answered them one by one.

He wasn’t afraid that others would learn his techniques; what he learned was taught in college anyway and was worthless to him.

Trading obsolete technology for some good sails seemed like a pretty good deal to him.

After all, these sails were also expensive if he had to buy them with gold coins.

Roland was currently in the elder’s council chamber of the Red Magic Tower.

Across from him sat the Great Elder.

After hearing Roland’s accusation, the Great Elder slammed the table and cursed, “Those guys from the Spatial Magic Tower never change. It is said that over 300 years ago they once let the devils in to research spatial magic, causing a small country to be destroyed. Now they are actually interested in the plane of the Golden Sons, and they have even set their sights on you. Do they really think there’s no one in the Red Magic Tower?”

Just as the Great Elder was fuming with rage, a guard came in from outside and said, “Master, the Great Elder of the Spatial Magic Tower wants to see you.”

It was too much of a coincidence that just now they were talking about the Spatial Magic Tower and someone from there had come over.

Roland and Alfred looked at each other, their expressions different.

Roland had that “ah, here we go” look on his face.

Alfred, on the other hand, looked annoyed like “how dare he come!”

“Invite him in,” said Alfred with a sullen expression.

The guard turned to leave, and not long after, the Great Elder of the Spatial Magic Tower walked in.

The man smiled widely as he nodded to Alfred in greeting before looking to Roland and saying with a smile, “Mr. Roland, thank you for escorting the traitor back to the Spatial Magic tower.”

He had this friendly and conciliatory attitude as if nothing had happened between him and Roland.

This cheeky attitude alone made Roland think he might never be able to achieve this kind of movie-star-like acting in his life.

Roland raised his eyebrows and smiled provocatively.

He didn’t speak. It wasn’t his turn to speak with the Great Elder here.

Great Elder Alfred stood up as he feigned a smile at the other man and invited him to sit down. “Morton, what wind blew you over here.”

Morton sat down. He crossed his legs, shaking them gently as he said casually, “I’ve come over this time to talk about a cooperation with the Red Magic Tower.” “There’s no problem with cooperation, we’re allies!” said Alfred in a kind tone, but then his tone suddenly changed and became somewhat aggressive. “But before that, please explain properly why you have been inhumanely suppressing and harming our student, Roland!”

Morton gave a puzzled look. “Suppressing and harming Roland, what?”

Looking at his puzzled expression that was even a hint aggrieved, Roland was extremely impressed. This person’s skill in pretending to be stupid and cute had reached the peak of perfection.

Alfred gave Morton a deadly stare. “You are, after all, the Great Elder of the Spatial Magic Tower, you should assume responsibility. Is it interesting to act like a punk after doing something and pretend that nothing happened?”

Morton’s expression became even more aggrieved. “But we really don’t know what’s going on.”

The Great Elder sneered.

Roland applauded softly from the sidelines. Even after being treated with such contempt by the two, Morton’s expression still didn’t change much.

The Great Elder sneered for a moment and said, “Morton, we straightforward men don’t resort to insinuations. How do you want to compensate Roland?”

“As I said, I don’t even know what happened, so how do you expect me to pay for it.”

Morton threw up his hands with an innocent look on his face.

Alfred finally ran out of patience with this, and he slammed his hands on the table and scolded, “Morton, what exactly do you mean, thinking that all of us at the Red Magic Tower are fools? I’m telling you, if you don’t give an explanation and compensation, don’t blame us at the Red Magic Tower for being unkind to you.”

Originally, Alfred, seeing as the two Magic Towers used to have a good relationship, would have convinced Roland not to make a big deal out of it as long as Morton gave in, apologized, and provided Roland some compensation.

However, what Morton did was simply treat the Red Magic Tower like fools.

Even the most sensible person would be infuriated when they encountered such a situation.

Hearing Alfred’s threat, Morton smiled lightly. “I wandered around the Red Magic Tower on my way here, and I thought some of the places looked rather nice, so I sat there for a while, at the library, at the materials store, and such.” Alfred’s expression immediately became more furious.

He vaguely understood the other man’s meaning.

Because the Spatial Magic Tower had a unique skill: they knew the delay magic array.

...Make something like a magic bomb and then delay it for a certain amount of time, days, or even months before unleashing it.

The power of it was unbelievable and impossible to guard against.

This kind of magic bomb was extremely well-concealed. it would be difficult to eliminate it under normal circumstances.

“Morton, with your actions, you have destroyed all tacit understanding between the Magic Towers.” The Great Elder had calmed down completely, but there were times when complete calmness represented extreme anger. “From this day forward, the Red Magic Tower will have no further involvement with the Monochrome Magic Tower.”

Looking into Alfred’s slightly red eyes, Morton sighed.

The two of them had known each other for sixty to seventy years. Their relationship was usually pretty good, but when it came to this kind of battle of ideas or magic paths, their friendship wasn’t worth much.

Morton was silent for a moment before he said, “Give me ten days. During those ten days, I will stay at the Red Magic Tower, and after ten days I will give you an answer, good or bad.”

With that said, Morton smiled softly at Roland and turned to leave.

When Morton left, the Great Elder flipped the table furiously.

Legendary Mages were also quite strong.

The thick wooden table crashed into the wall in pieces, shards of wood bouncing around the room.

Both of them had Magic Shield activated, and many pieces of wood hit them and bounced away.

The room crackled and rattled.

Then there was a heavy gasp from Alfred. Roland sat quietly. He saw Alfred’s dilemma and anger.

After a long moment, Alfred said, “Roland, I’m sorry that Morton is threatening me with the safety of the entire Red Magic Tower. He would even put his own life on the line rather than let me help you get justice.”

Alfred’s expression was one of shame.

It was a dereliction of duty on the part of the entire Magic Tower that the student had been wronged, but there was no way for Alfred or the Magic Tower to help him avenge his grievances.

Roland shook his head as he smiled slightly. “Great Elder, you’ve done me a great favor by standing behind me so he can’t just come and snatch me away. I know what he’s up to, but in ten days, he’ll be one who’s crying!”

The Great Elder’s eyes lit up in thought.

“How much time do you need? I’ll get it for you.”