The days of learning black magic in another world

Anton, who was about to cry without tears, led Duke Hausmann up the road sullenly.

After walking through dozens of steps.

"Squeak" sounded.

Holding the oil lamp in one hand, Anston pushed open the heavy copper door with great difficulty, revealing a delicate and magnificent stargazing platform in front of Professor Housman.

As far as the eye can see are densely packed instruments, Wulang's new telescope, layers of copper sextants...

With another "squeak", Anston opened a small door at the back, revealing a stack of papers two people tall.

He looked at the towering pile of papers several times with what could be called "nostalgic" eyes, before turning to Duke Hausmann: "Your Excellency, this is the nightly star map for the past 40 years."

Even the well-informed Duke Hausmann couldn't help being stunned for this "brilliant" scene.

However, he has always been conceited and good at calculating, and this alone cannot make him flinch.

Anston couldn't help asking: "May I ask, what do you want these star maps for?"

Housman frowned, focusing all his attention on the pile of papers in front of him, and replied indifferently: "I want to calculate the orbits of the planets."

Anston was stunned for a moment: "How long will this take?"

Duke Hausman: "I don't know, you can bring these things to my mansion."

Anston: ? QQ

"If, if you don't mind... Actually, you can stay here for a while. Although the Anston family is not as good as the duke, I will try my best to entertain you..."

Housman was not actually listening carefully, and replied casually: "It's okay."

Anston breathed a sigh of relief, finally he didn't have to send his baby out.

……

At the same time, Uran.

Helle Velen was staring at a spinning machine in a daze.

"Anne? Is that Anne?"

The peasant woman next to her timidly replied "Yes".

"You run this up and I'll see."

The peasant woman nodded in panic, sat down, and then rubbed the cotton strips on her hand into strips and sent them into the entrance. At the same time, she started to rotate the spindle on the right, and slowly "rubbed" the strips of cotton finer and finer, and finally formed A piece of "yarn" is spun, and then the peasant woman takes it off the "spinning machine".

Heller Velen was shocked by the simplicity of this thing.

Although he has never seen a better "spinning machine", to be precise, he has never seen any spinning machine, but he still intuitively feels that this thing is too simple, and it is only enough to spin a thin thread in half a day... No wonder Riemann wanted him to improve on this.

He asked the servants who followed him to give the peasant woman a few copper coins, then turned and left.

Riemann left him an idea before leaving, but after seeing this "spinning machine" with his own eyes, Heller Velen felt that it was the same whether he kept this idea or not. He felt that Riemann had probably never seen the spinning machine with his own eyes. , will use the word "machine" to describe this thing.

After returning home, Heller Velen went straight to the study.

He had already thought of several ways to operate multiple spindles at the same time in his mind. He scribbled a rough outline on paper and began to think about how to achieve maximum efficiency.

After finishing the painting, he felt that this was not enough. Although Riemann seemed to want him to improve this thing so that the spinner could spin several threads at the same time, after seeing the movement of the peasant woman just now, Heller felt that this was not enough. It was too time-consuming and laborious... He had to think about how to save this part of the trouble.

In the first two days, he just used his spare time to make noise by beating in the backyard.

But after the first machine he made failed (I don’t know which step got stuck in the middle, so he had to twist it himself after putting the cotton ball in), he jumped up——

"Why can't it move?"

"This is not right! It should be able to move..."

Heller Velen frowned, muttered, and went directly to Springs for a week's vacation, and began to plunge into the backyard to do new renovations.

After the second failure, Heller Velen's eyes were completely red, and he sank in. While his father was busy recently, he began to live in the backyard without moving a step.

"Heller—Heller!!"

"Where the hell are you, you brat! What are you doing?!"

A thick, loud, and majestic middle-aged voice made Heller Velen, who was addicted to carpentry, jump up.

When did his father come back! !

Heller Velen subconsciously hid the tools in his hand behind his back.

General Villen walked into the backyard aggressively, and saw the stupid son with his hands behind him at a glance. He almost laughed angrily, because right next to his figure who was trying to hide, there was a huge unfinished machine—— What the hell is this hiding? !

After recovering his IQ from the panic, Heller obviously noticed this too. He asked in a murmur, "Father, why are you back...I thought you wouldn't be back in a few days?"

General Velen couldn't help laughing angrily. How could he have such a son who acted like a fool?

But he wasn't in the mood to ask Heller what the hell he was doing right now.

Heller Velen looked at his father's serious expression and lowered his face.

"His Majesty is dead."

……

Until attending His Majesty's funeral with his father, Heller still felt unreal.

His Majesty the King is only... thirty this year?Or forty?Thirty, it should be... how could he suddenly die of illness?

A soft click snapped Heller out of his own thoughts, and he looked up.

Soldiers wearing a full set of armor escorted a black coffin into the church, step by step towards the priest who was waiting for them at the end.

"God will forgive all your sins."

"Whatever you see."

"Smell."

"Tasted."

"Said."

"Touched."

"All right." (*)

"Rest in peace, fragile and restless soul."

When the priest's ethereal voice finished the last sentence, the coffin was half closed.

Heller suddenly noticed a figure.

In the front row of the crowd, there was a petite and slender figure. The girl in a black dress turned her face slightly, revealing half of her beautiful face.

Heller suddenly felt a chill spread from his fingertips all the way to the back of his neck.

Riemann's fluttering voice seemed to ring in his ears.

"...I will find someone to help you."

No...impossible...

Heller stared at the black-dressed Miss Lena kneeling by the coffin in mourning with absent-minded eyes, feeling that her mind was blank.

……

Unlike Heller Velen, who was abruptly pulled out of the research, Professor Hausmann now had the most perfect, quietest, and least disturbed computing environment.

At his feet, in his hands, and even behind him and in front of him, there are sheets of parchment after sheet. Except for himself and Anston, others may not even be able to tell which ones are his drafts and which ones are Anston's. A record of years of hard work.

"No... No... This will not match this part of the data..."

"Damn, how is this possible..."

Once again, Professor Housman, who had dismissed one possibility, angrily threw the paper in his hand aside, and he stood up abruptly, pacing back and forth.

Suddenly, a strange idea suddenly occupied his mind.

If... If according to that article, the earth we live in is regarded as a planet and added to the orbit of stars centered on the sun...

He shook his head, as if trying to get rid of this ridiculous idea, but the more he tried to avoid it, the more it climbed up like a vine, and his brain was like a scarred piece. The stone slabs of the holes are aggressively occupied by dense climbing plants.

Give it a try...it doesn't hurt to try it.

A voice said to him in his head.

He turned around abruptly, and a bright light came in from the skylight, shining straight on him, like a monologue scene in a stage play, and his eyes were fixed on the pen and paper on the table.

Then try it.

Professor Housman strode back to his seat, flicked his clothes, and began to write.

This is no easy job.

At the very beginning, Housman accepted the absurd assumptions of that article, and he constructed orbits composed of several polyhedrons with terrifying computing power, which allows the six main stars, including their planet, to revolve around the sun .

When the work was done, he believed the article with all his heart, because the model was so beautiful, he had never seen such a complex but exquisite geometric creation in his life.

He is obsessed with his results.

But there is a problem. This model conforms to the star map provided by Anston in the general direction. The general direction means that if you ignore the specific data and only imagine the pattern by feeling.

Precise data is still not available.

He has to keep making changes.

The first change is in the shape of the planet's orbit.

He gave up the circle. Although the circle is beautiful, although the circle is the default appearance of the stars turning far away, it is far from the real data.

He tried a lot of shapes, and finally settled on the ellipse with dissatisfaction. Hell, he hates ellipses. If it weren't for the God of Light, he would have fallen asleep. Planetary orbits are set to be elliptical? !Don't you know how ugly an ellipse is?

It's not just about the ellipse, if he's going to fit the data, he'll have to put the sun at one focus of the ellipse, and hell, that's ugly too!

God of Light, God of Light!Why did you create such an ugly universe!Don't you look at your creation without a trace of shame and regret? !

The first step of calculating planetary orbits by hand made Professor Housman close his eyes, trying to calm down his complicated mood by taking a deep breath.

He didn't know how many unattractive mathematical results were waiting for him to discover...

Although he already had a hunch, look at the irregular time numbers at first glance!Certainly not a neat and elegant result.

Professor Housman had a stiff face, and couldn't help hating the real world in his heart.