The expansion of Laboratory No. 2 was completed, allowing Richard to conduct another experiment.
In operating various equipment, Richard was extremely proficient, quickly activating and adjusting them to generate lasers for reactions.
However, the results were not ideal.
After the experiment, Richard sat behind the wooden desk in Laboratory No. 2, deeply furrowed his brow, and held a quill, writing continuously on papyrus, calculating the results.
The final result was 3.8545±0.1235, which did not significantly differ from the first experiment.
"That is to say..." Richard glanced at the final numbers, put down the quill, and muttered to himself, "The previous experiments didn’t have any errors in the process. The large energy waste wasn’t due to some oversight, but rather that there is indeed an unknown issue."
Getting up, Richard walked towards the corner of the room, then slowly paced back.
His gaze became profound, his thoughts expanding continuously, mumbling, "It can be confirmed that the instruments are correct. Theoretically, the only thing causing the current situation is the purified Uranium 235.
According to previous theoretical speculation, there are subtle differences between the substances of this world and those on Earth. Could it be that this adds to the energy required for Uranium 235 purification? If that’s really the case, how should it be resolved?"
Richard pursed his lips, walked out of Laboratory No. 2 after a moment, went to the main laboratory, and took out the "Monroe Chapter" and "Vaisya Secrets" to read.
But after carefully reading for a long time, he couldn’t find any relevant records.
Richard’s face looked somewhat grave, faintly feeling that he might have encountered a significant difficulty, and it would take a lot of effort to overcome.
About this, he wasn’t afraid, but the only issue was that he couldn’t find a direction to tackle it.
"It seems that I need some insights from others to broaden my thinking," Richard said, thought for a moment, and stepped out of the main laboratory.
Outside the main laboratory, the Witch Demon Elder habitually lay in a recliner enjoying himself. Beside him, the Golden Yellow Dog was crouching, head held high, constantly turning, as if on alert for something.
Seeing Richard appear in his field of vision, the Golden Yellow Dog immediately let out a warning low growl, "Woof——"
Hearing this, the Witch Demon Elder quickly opened his eyes, saw Richard, and was momentarily taken aback, "Oh, it’s you. I thought it was that Little Devil coming to pull my dog’s fur again.
By the way, why are you looking for me now when you’re free? Let me tell you, I am currently fully focused on improving the Magic Puppet problem, so don’t interrupt my thoughts."
Your current appearance doesn’t look like you’re thinking at all... Richard looked at the Witch Demon Elder and secretly complained, but he didn’t elaborate on this topic and instead got straight to the point, "Mr. Ah Fu, rest assured, I won’t take up too much of your time. This time, I mainly want to consult you on a question."
"A question?" The Witch Demon Elder squinted his eyes, "Consulting a question is fine as long as it’s not related to what you asked before."
"Actually, what I want to consult is really related to what I asked before," Richard said.
"Eh——" The Witch Demon Elder took a breath, looked at Richard like he had a toothache, revealing an expression of "Are you deliberately finding fault?"
Richard spread his hands, "Mr. Ah Fu, don’t misunderstand, I have no ill intentions, I am sincerely consulting you this time. Because my research encountered some unexpected problems, I thought you might give me some insights on spells.
After all, you have a long life and more knowledge, so I want to ask, what are your thoughts on using highly concentrated light beam energy to decompose substances? Whether it’s your personal experience, hearsay, or speculation, you can tell me. Whether right or wrong is not crucial, the key is the perspective on this issue."
"Is that so..." After listening to Richard’s words, the Witch Demon Elder relaxed slightly, somewhat at ease.
Thinking for a while afterward, his mind couldn’t help but flash several images, without exception, all were dazzling light beams hitting his body, accompanied by muffled roars.
"Dirty witch demon, go die! Poof!"
"Fallen undead, watch me pierce you with holy light! Poof!"
"Evil wizard, feel the power of the Golden Holy Sword! Poof!"
The Witch Demon Elder shivered subconsciously, his old face slightly twisted, looked at Richard with deeply furrowed brows and said, "Regarding hearsay or speculation, I have none, but I’ve had quite a lot of personal experiences."
"Then what’s your answer?" Richard asked expectantly.
"Hmm..." The Witch Demon Elder tilted his head, recalled seriously, and responded earnestly, "It hurts a lot." While speaking, the corners of his mouth couldn’t help but twitch, as if he truly felt the pain in his memory.
After a long silence, Richard affirmatively asked, "It hurts a lot?" Nᴇw ɴovel chaptᴇrs are published on 𝗻𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹✶𝗳𝗶𝗿𝗲✶𝗻𝗲𝘁
"Yes, it hurts a lot." The Witch Demon Elder nodded, confirmed.
For a moment, Richard and the Witch Demon Elder stared at each other.
After about three seconds of eye contact, Richard pursed his lips, looked at the Witch Demon Elder, and said, "Alright, I’ve disturbed you, go on resting... uh, no, continue thinking about improving the Magic Puppet."
With that, Richard turned and left, realizing that regarding issues like light beams, finding the Witch Demon Elder was perhaps the worst choice to expand his thinking.
Though there’s a saying, "Your enemy knows you best."
But the Witch Demon Elder is clearly not suitable for this phrase.
Might as well find someone else.
In the loft, two chairs were placed, and Bobbobovic and Richard sat on them, facing each other.
After one second of eye contact, Bobbobovic revealed a bitter smile and said, "Regarding the matter you asked about light beam decomposing substances, I can only apologize and tell you that I am powerless."
"Are you sure?" Richard asked, "Honestly, I still have high hopes for you. After all, up till now, I haven’t been able to see through you. I believe you’re hiding many things you haven’t revealed."
"But even so, I still don’t know how to answer your light beam question," Bobbobovic said, stretching his face, "I’m a pharmacist, okay? I have nothing to do with light beams, and I am not good at even some shape-shifting light magic. How could I give you effective advice?
To be honest, I think instead of asking me, you’d be better off going to a Truth Society branch to find a way to review some related spell materials; that would be more helpful."
"I’ve, of course, thought of your suggestion," Richard said, without much surprise in his expression, "But the Truth Society branch is in Delan, it’s a bit far, and the transportation isn’t convenient. So, in my view, if people around me can help solve the problem, I wouldn’t need to travel far. But now it seems, I might have to go."
"Go, go, there’s no harm in getting around more often," Bobbobovic waved and shoved over a list, "By the way, these are some raw materials I need for potion concoction, which ran out more than half a month ago. When you go to Delan, you can conveniently help me purchase some. Hey, don’t refuse, I helped you before."
Richard took the list, glanced at Bobbobovic, couldn’t help but shake his head, but said nothing, and turned to leave.
He suddenly realized the academic levels of those around him needed improvement and... they were all somewhat lazy.