I'm in Demacia, I just became a mage

The statistic owed on November 11 was 24 words, and this week's consecutive 6K can be regarded as paid off.

So I think if you continue to offer rewards, you can't be a lazy dog ​​anymore.

Old rules,

300 monthly tickets, one update,

One thousand recommendations, one update,

Fifty blades, one watch,

Write down the current results, monthly ticket 3572, recommended ticket 45729, blade 1942.

Then there are the rules of the world, ask for leave at the beginning of the month, as agreed before, only ask for leave twice a month, once at the beginning of the month and once at the end of the month, mainly because you have to adjust your schedule and write a detailed outline.

This week is a hellish day and night. I write every day until [-] o'clock in the morning, and my stomach starts to hurt.

On the [-]st, I asked for a day off, and then on the [-]nd, I continued to rush!

Chapter 168 Today's update is still old time

Today's update is still old time,

I feel that everyone may be more used to watching it in the morning?

If you want to watch it earlier, then at ten or eleven o'clock in the evening.

Old time, if anything.

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Chapter 169 Chapter 36 Heimerdinger: Magic?Zhuo!

Abigail stayed away all day today, busy at home writing the patent papers and related administrative filings needed to file the patent application.

Piltover has very strict controls on invention patents. Of course, such cumbersome and strict regulations are mainly to prevent plagiarism and protect patents.

She had gone to see Professor Heimerdinger before, but the professor didn't seem to be there a few times.

Fortunately yesterday, after meeting the professor, Abigail briefly described the invention she wanted to apply for, which aroused Heimerdinger's interest. Considering that his time is very precious, Abigail made a reservation for this evening Meet.

It just so happens that all the required papers and manuscripts can be prepared today. To use a saying that Watson likes to say, it is called "everything is ready, only the wind is owed".

"This should be okay."

Abigail's small white hand held a black pen and wrote the last punctuation mark on the manuscript paper. She slightly pursed her cherry-colored thin lips and breathed a sigh of relief.

After checking that there were no errors or omissions, she rolled up these beautifully written papers and other manuscripts and put them into a mechanical device for storage, which is probably like an enlarged version of a sound tube

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Only then did she turn her eyes away from the workbench and look at the world outside the window.

Oops!

Abigail stared blankly at the evening in Piltover. The leaden gray clouds leaked a big hole in the far west. Both the indigo sky and the leaden gray clouds were burned by the scorching sunset in that hole. Get flushed.

The glass and brass of the surrounding buildings gleamed with gold, so that the whole of Piltover seemed to sink into a dream world.

It's already this time, will he wait for me in the library?Abigail's slender white hands clutched the hem of her skirt tightly, and she forgot to have someone notify him.

Do you want to go now?

But I still have to go see Professor Heimerdinger, the main campus of the Academy of Science and Technology and Magic is not in Nancheng District... Abigail showed some distress, her black eyebrows were slightly frowned, and her clear red pupils were Even more crystal clear in the setting sun.

After thinking about it, she immediately took out a post-it note from the workbench, wrote something on it, and put it into a sound transmission tube.

"Sissy."

Abigail put the mailbox for storing documents in a specially designed storage device behind the mechanical wheelchair, and then controlled it to go downstairs to her garden villa.

She found her maid and asked her to go to the big library to find a man named Watson Holmes.

She roughly described Levi's appearance and the position she should be in—that is, the place where she would always sit.

Then he handed the sound transmission tube to Ceci, and told him to deliver it to himself.

Afterwards, Abigail brought the design that she and Levi's worked together to the Academy of Science and Technology Magic, Heimerdinger's laboratory, which is also the office of the head of the Academy of Technology and Magic.

This is a single-family building with a modern style. The exterior is depicted with regular lines, and the front wall is replaced by a giant glass window in the shape of the emblem of the Academy of Technology and Magic.

If the overall construction is a bit exaggerated for the dean, it is nothing more than that for Heimerdinger-after all, he is one of the founders of Piltover and can be called the father of Piltover.

"Do you have an appointment?" A guard at the door asked politely after seeing Abigail.

"Yes, I made an appointment with Professor Heimerdinger yesterday evening." Abigail replied softly.

After being confirmed, Abigail went into the office.

This place is completely different from the ordinary administrative office, it has been completely transformed into a Hextech workshop, leaving only the desk and the huge glass window with the emblem of the Academy of Technology and Magic remaining, which should be in the dean's office. majesty.

"Professor Heimerdinger, are you there?" Abigail glanced over, but couldn't find Heimerdinger, so he asked aloud.

"Oh, yes, I'm here, please wait a moment." A strange voice came from a corner, a little shrill, not like the voice of a respected dean, but it was Cecil B. Heimerding G - A respected yordle.

Abigail controlled the mechanical wheelchair and walked over, and found that Heimerdinger was sitting on the floor at this moment.

Consistent with the image of a yordle, he is not tall, about less than one meter tall, maybe only half a meter, with a head of golden hair like a Saiyan, and furry with some animal features.

Compared with his head, the ears are large and have sharp ends, like a legendary elf, and the dean's uniform on his body represents his identity.

The father of Piltover didn't seem to be in a very good state at this time, his face was scorched black, his gray-blue eyes subconsciously looked at Abigail with a dull expression.

Abigail found that the fixtures on the workbench seemed to have been blown up, the steel frame was scattered, the wires were broken, and shattered crystals were everywhere.

It's not hard to imagine what happened here just now—the Hex crystal exploded.

This is a common occurrence. After all, this is an extremely unstable crystal with great energy. Therefore, one point is often emphasized in the classroom of the Academy of Technology and Magic—every step of exploring the Hex crystal must be done with caution.

"Professor, are you okay?" Abigail quickly controlled the mechanical wheelchair and helped him up. This is the only person she respects in this world - the other is her aunt, Camille.

For Abigail, Heimerdinger is not only the dean of his alma mater, but also a spiritual mentor.

He once had a conversation with her when she was young and extremely confused. This conversation allowed Abigail to determine the path she would take in the future, and it was also an important spiritual support for her to be admitted to the Academy of Technology and Magic.

After entering the Academy of Magic, Abigail served as the dean's assistant for a period of time.

In Heimerdinger's view, although this little girl has a little lack of creativity, she is enough to be called a qualified scientific researcher - after all, science is not just driven by a few geniuses isn't it?

Later, Abigail thought she lacked creativity and resigned from this position. She was depressed for a long time, and she recovered after perfecting the design left by her father. With this design, she won the recognition of the Academy of Technology and Magic and successfully graduated .

But then he was involved in a plagiarism storm. An unknown Hextech inventor submitted a protest to the Piltover Patent Committee, accusing Abigail Fellowes of plagiarizing his design.

Heimerdinger is firmly on the matter

Standing in front of Abigail and protecting her, he couldn't believe that such a proud child would commit such a thing as plagiarism, and the evidence submitted by the inventor was full of mistakes, omissions and doubts.

It was only halfway through the investigation that the inventor suddenly withdrew the lawsuit, and the academic circle began to spread the news of the power and oppression of the Fellowes family. Although the plagiarism was not officially confirmed, Abigail Fellowes' reputation was discredited.

She never came to Heimerdinger again, which made him very sad, but her frequent visits in recent days and a conversation yesterday caught Heimerdinger's attention.

He found that the girl seemed to have embarked on another path, different from the path of HexTech.

Heimerdinger stared at the girl in front of him with his gray-blue eyes open. He observed for a long time before realizing that he should answer her question first.

"No, boy, I'm fine, there's just a little problem, just fix it."

He smiled, and his beard shrugged exaggeratedly, "It seems that you have found a new path, son, come, let me see your results."

Heimerdinger walked to the desk on the other side with his hands behind his back, and his voice was full of relief.

"It's not actually my work, Professor."

Abigail controlled the mechanical wheelchair to follow. At the same time, she took out the mailbox from the storage device behind the wheelchair, took out the papers and design drawings inside, and handed it over.

"It's not yours?" Heimerdinger took the paper and design drawings in surprise, looked at them roughly, and nodded thoughtfully: "Simple but very good design." He said.

Heimerdinger thought it was a simple but functional design - although any hextech apprentice could craft it.

But no one ever thought to do it.

Heimerdinger silently put down the thesis and design drawings. After talking with Abigail yesterday, he found that Piltover seemed to have entered a misunderstanding of development.

All outstanding and talented inventors have plunged into Hex technology. They expect to use Hex crystals to design more subtle and eye-catching inventions. Their sights are cast to infinite heights, but no one sees the earth under their feet. .

In fact, sometimes the use of basic natural science can also design subtle and useful inventions.

The biggest advantage of these inventions for Hextech is that they can be mass-produced.

Heimerdinger has seen this gizmo called the bicycle take Piltover by storm. It's as simple as it gets, but it's very functional—you can't expect commoners to afford hex crystals. The driving force of the car, right?

"We seem to have made a big mistake, kid." Heimerdinger said in a low mood, his eyes rested on a hex crystal on the workbench for a moment, and he sighed.

"I don't even know if discovering the hex crystal was an improvement or a trap. Facts have proved that the hex crystal can only improve a very small number of people in Piltover..."

"I don't think so, Professor." Abigail thought of what Watson said, and said softly: "Science is interlinked, and the research of Hex technology is not only driven by Hex crystal."

"That's true. As long as a cheap enough energy source can be found, the scientific accumulation of Hextech can also be grafted over. It only needs to adjust the design of energy transmission."

Heimerdinger quickly cheered up. For this kind of genius scientist, discovering a new research path is no less exciting than discovering a new continent on a great voyage.

"I will vouch for your invention, kid. Although it is a simple little invention, its significance is no less than the discovery of the Hex crystal."

Heimerdinger took a pen and quickly wrote a letter of recommendation, and stamped the seal of the dean of the Academy of Technology and Magic on the thesis and patent application documents.

"By the way, what did you say just now that this invention is not yours?" Heimerdinger asked curiously, and he handed back the thesis, paperwork and the letter he wrote to Abigail.

"Thank you, Professor." Abigail put away all the documents required for patent application, thought about it, and told the whole story in an ethereal voice.

"You mean, it was designed by that scholar named Watson Holmes, and then you perfected it?" Heimerdinger said in surprise.

Abigail nodded her head lightly: "Yes, Professor."

"Thank him for Piltover for me." Heimerdinger said solemnly. He was about to continue to say something when he suddenly froze and murmured: "Oh, my donut! This is ,magic?"

"Magic!" He exclaimed, leaning on the emblem-shaped glass window of the Institute of Technology and Magic behind the desk, staring straight at the sky with a pair of eyes.

"Magic?" Abigail murmured the word in her mouth, a little puzzled, but it was not surprising that Heimerdinger made such a sudden gesture.

Professor Heimerdinger is often taken aback, as long as the students who are familiar with him in the Academy of Technology and Magic know it well.

Abigail controlled the mechanical wheelchair and walked to Heimerdinger, raised her head slightly, her slender and fair neck was glowing with jade color, she asked softly, "Professor?"

"Shh!"