Mage? Spell Engineer!.

Chapter 559: Speed ​​up, speed up again

Bayern Langster Space Center

From an abstract perspective, the structure here is very similar to a church.

The magnificent vault supports the spacious interior space. Polymer material covers it to isolate it from the snow and cold wind. The high-hanging magic lamps replace the sun, emitting a cold light that makes people unable to tell the difference between day and night.

Countless parts are designed, manufactured and assembled here, and the sounds of mechanical collisions echo and reflect. When people step into it, they will be shocked by the growing giant beast, which still has its metallic "bones", "flesh" and "nerves" exposed.

It is a temple, a church without religion but with its alternative.

Rorschach and Andre walked through it.

Workers kept greeting them, and the two nodded in response every time. Andre would speed up his pace every time he arrived at a section, find the person in charge and bring him to Rorschach. Then he would stop for a while and listen to the report.

It is not only the Bavarian people who work here, but also the Valois, the Istani, ordinary people, mages and apprentices.

However, all the above identities have been erased, and there are only technicians and engineers here.

The starship was now lying down. The two walked from the beginning to the end. The area where the engine should be was empty, revealing the fuel tank.

Today is the day for engine testing, and they have decided to increase the effort and at least double the thrust based on the prototype.

When we arrived at the outdoor venue, we saw that the test bench was embedded in the valley, with poured cement surfaces on the top and bottom, and steel structures to enhance its strength to prevent accidents.

Then, as expected, something unexpected happened.

After ignition, blue flames gushed out violently, and the cooled water turned into huge amounts of steam. Under the surging power, not only the man-made buildings but even the mountains were shaking.

A teeth-grinding sound was heard, and countless cracks appeared on the concrete of the test bench, and the steel frame structure was visibly deformed.

The apprentices of the Tower of Mystic Magic, the dwarf technicians, and the engineers from Valois all exclaimed: It's over!
Fortunately, the entire engine did not fly into the sky with the tank. A force field enveloped the entire power system. It first stagnated, and then the flames went out. The entire test bench seemed to rewind and return to the moment before ignition.

"Master." "Uncle Rorschach." "Chief Engineer." Different people call him different names.

"what happened?"

"The thrust seems to have exceeded expectations." The person in charge frantically wiped the sweat from his forehead. "The engine we designed now has a 34% higher thrust than the Alpha engine on the first ship, but the system became unstable at the 39th second. The specific cause needs to be investigated."

"Will it affect the progress?" Rorschach was concerned about this.

"The next test run will have to be postponed for at least ten days." In fact, the person in charge is still making an optimistic estimate.

Rorschach couldn't accept it: "Then start troubleshooting now."

He stopped the refilling of cooling water and instead provided shields to the three spellcasters present, asking them to cast freezing spells against the tail flames to control the temperature of the entire test bench and prevent the steam from obscuring everyone's vision.

It wasn't that Rorschach wanted to force the three of them to have an "enlightenment", one of them was his beloved apprentice Andre, but he had a more important job to do:
Rorschach replaced Transmutation Dust to provide energy to the engine. He reached his hand to the surface of the engine, and all the circuits lit up immediately. The energy released was no less than that of Transmutation Dust, starting the entire unit and making it roar again. The test bench was destroyed, restarted, restarted, and destroyed again.
After repeated experiments, the power team finally identified the problem.

For the test bench, as the thrust increases, the high-temperature area becomes larger after the tail flame expands. The steel frame structure, which is already at its load limit, is further heated by higher temperatures, and its rigidity rapidly decreases.

"No, it's not just a problem with the test bench. Every time, the pillar in the upper left corner cracks first, which means that the thrust of the engine itself is also uneven." Valois' engineer pointed out the problem with the engine itself.

The person in charge was sweating even more. Rorschach didn't blame him. He knew that any "enlargement" in industry was not simply a proportional expansion. He said patiently, "Then try again and adjust again."

However, the three spellcasters in charge of temperature control were almost at their limit. The three unlucky guys were under the high temperature test, and they had to release freezing magic to offset it. It was like a world of ice and fire. Even if they were protected by the great wizard, the consumption of the spell itself was unbearable.

Two spellcasters belonging to the power group cast hopeful glances at Andre: You are familiar with the boss, tell him quickly that we can't hold on any longer!

Rorschach originally wanted to give them a buff and continue, but fortunately the engine designer came forward and asked to check the problem again from beginning to end, so he had to remove it from the nightmare test bench.

There was no computer-aided finite element analysis in those days. Even the tower spirits were loaded with data about magic, not simulation software. Therefore, even with an analysis engine to save calculation time, designers and former experts in force field configuration and geometry would need to constantly consume brain cells.

Fortunately, there are mages here who can verify it more quickly and luxuriously with physical objects.

The engine duct was not regular, and if it was required to be formed in one piece, it would be far beyond the current casting technology. Now in front of Rorschach was floating the pipeline from the pressurized chamber to the combustion chamber, and just one component was almost as big as him.

He began to cast a spell, and the metal began to flow and deform. The designer watched infatuatedly as the casting he had envisioned was formed in one go in the hands of the wizard. He was speechless for a long time, and only focused on appreciating the cold light of the flowing metal.

"Is this okay?" Rorschach reminded the other party that his work had been completed.

"What?" The designer came to his senses and said, "Okay, thank you for your hard work. I will measure the tolerance right away."

After several rounds of fine-tuning, the sixth improved design of the day was completed.

"Your deformation error is getting smaller and smaller. Maybe the next nozzle can be molded in one piece." The designer praised.

Rorschach's face showed no emotion: "I'm just becoming more and more proficient." But in his mind he was calculating when he could compile a list of spells so that when everyone had learned them, he could issue an "Eighth Level Magic Fitter/Welder Certificate."

The modification that would have originally taken ten days or even months was accelerated by Rorschach to one day. The others were also very tired. They all worked hard, but fortunately they produced results.

Now that the design of the new engine unit has been finalized, the single-unit power will be increased by 20% on the original basis.

Rorschach was also very satisfied. He blinked his tired eyes. The above casting process required his full concentration. Shaping those special alloys was not only difficult but also required great precision.

Andre has been missing since the engine was removed from the test bench for debugging. Now (suspected to have been away for some time) he has finally returned to the space center and brought incredible news.

"There are two special guests who wish to see you, one from the Dwarven Confederation of the North, and the other an emissary from the Elves."

Andre scratched his face restlessly: "She is a beautiful older sister, and she said she knows you. I didn't tell Principal Caroline."

No, what did your last sentence mean?
(End of this chapter)