Garrett was 100% sure that even if the land was barren and famine-stricken, with Nevis’s poor eating only 100 grams of black bread and half a salted fish a day, his mage tower would never lack food.
Not only would it not lack, but if he wanted white bread, he could have white bread. If he wanted butter cookies, he could have butter cookies. Fresh fruits, vegetables, freshly slaughtered livestock, fish, and various magical beast ats—whatever he wanted, he could have on the sa day.
It was only natural, nothing surprising. With his current status in Nevis, he was definitely a person of high standing.
In his previous life, he might not have been a Centurion Black Card client, but at least a VVIP client of a bank. Even if everyone was locked up at ho, he could receive five-star hotel gift packages.
Of course, this high-level supply treatnt only included him and the residents of his mage tower. The spellcasters at Oak Grove Hospital had different treatnts according to their school and spellcasting level.
As for the nurses, security guards, and even the weak and sick poor patients, during a famine, they could only fend for themselves. If the hospital did not guarantee food supply, would they watch these ordinary people turn pale and thin, or even starve to death?
Even the laundresses and nurses, who wanted to hide so bread and dried at in their aprons to take ho to their husbands and children, he could only turn a blind eye.
He had no choice but to stockpile more.
Fortunately, he now had money and manpower. Orders were given, and gold coins were spent generously. Naturally, soone would plan, run errands, and work for him.
Houses should be built, cellars dug, and magical arrays arranged, of course:
"These warehouses storing alcohol can only be accessed with a magical key! No one except mages, especially the barbarians, is allowed to enter!"
Emma, they must not steal the alcohol! Barbarians’ drinking habits are on par with dwarves, but since they are taller, they consu several tis more strong liquor at once!
With a famine ahead, the brewing industry was under strict control. Only because he was the hospital director could he obtain so special supplies for dical purposes. If the barbarians drank half of it, hospital infections would be inevitable!
Mages could be trusted. After all, mages drink less to maintain ntal stability. As for moving boxes and doing rough work, weren’t there Mage Hand and skeletons for that...
Garrett finished his daily work and returned to his mage tower to continue his arduous sensory training.
Crackle, crackle, crackle. High voltage, low voltage, strong current, weak current. Garrett even asked MOSS to intermittently switch between direct and alternating current, and to intermittently change the current direction—
No need to notify him.
"Snap!"
"Ouch!"
"Snap!"
"Ouch! It hurts..."
First week of sensory training.
With 220V alternating current, Garrett could, with his eyes covered, accurately point out the copper wire through which the current passed using a Light spell from five ters away. However, he couldn’t sense the current frequency. Switching to direct current, he couldn’t sense the current direction.
Second week of sensory training.
With 220V alternating current, he could sense the current direction but not the frequency. With the voltage reduced to 110V, he could sense the current but not the frequency. With direct current, he couldn’t sense the current direction.
Third week of sensory training.
Great progress! With 36V alternating current, he could sense the copper wire through which the current passed! As for the frequency issue, Garrett thought it might be too fast for him at 50Hz—1/50th of a second equals 20 milliseconds, and he couldn’t react in ti?
"MOSS, slow down the generator’s speed. Try reducing it to 120 RPM..."
Ah, now he could sense it. Ah, when Archmage Carlisle saw the AC engine, he imdiately sensed the changing current direction. What a keen perception!
As expected, the higher one goes, if ntal strength isn’t strong enough and perception isn’t sharp enough, progress becos difficult.
Alright, 120 RPM, successful.
180 RPM, successful.
240 RPM, successful.
300 RPM, uh, a bit strenuous...
Garrett struggled and trained for a week. ntal strength could naturally grow with ditation, but its application indeed required practice.
By the end of the fourth week, he could sense 12V voltage and a random electric spark on the intertwined power grid...
With more sensory practice, he gradually touched the world of magic. Garrett finally understood why mages fervently analyzed chemical elents, almost assembling a periodic table, but magic classification remained unchanged:
Mages, especially low-level ones, couldn’t perceive these fine distinctions. Potassium, calcium, sodium, magnesium, aluminum, zinc, iron, tin, lead (excluding hydrogen), copper, rcury, silver, platinum, gold—mages could roughly sense their lightness or heaviness, activeness or stability.
But atomic nuclei? Proton and neutron counts in the nuclei? Electron transition orbits?
Sorry, but this couldn’t be "felt" through ntal strength.
Not only couldn’t Garrett "feel" it himself, but when he secretly asked his seniors if they could sense smaller entities in a tal plate or solution, he received bewildered looks...
So what’s the limit of ntal perception? About 10 microns? In any case, they probably couldn’t directly "see" bacteria, otherwise, with mages’ exploratory spirit, these microorganisms would have long been discovered!
On the fifth Monday’s eting, Garrett stood confidently before the Lord of Thunder.
Co on!
Whether it’s a lightning net or a thunder maze, I’m not afraid!
Then, Garrett’s confident smile froze on his face.
Before the Lord of Thunder, beside him, appeared a hemispherical do. Half-real, half-illusory. The space inside seed only a few ters far at one glance, dozens of ters at another, and at least a hundred ters at a third glance...
Facing his direction, a small door opened, with bright silver electric lights interweaving and silently flowing. Inside the door, electric lights ford walls, ceilings, and floors, intermittently real and illusory, with countless electric balls floating and electric snakes and electric birds flying back and forth.
The Lord of Thunder, in a standard black three-piece suit, sat behind a desk, nodding at him from afar.
"Co in."
...No, teacher, what is this place?
Garrett cautiously tiptoed in. As soon as he stepped through the light door and turned around, the office, chairs, and his senior brothers and sisters behind him all disappeared. Looking ahead, he couldn’t see anything...
Suddenly, a burst of white light, then pitch darkness, the light switching in a dance hall paled in comparison. As for the sound, there was no electric current buzzing, no electric spark exploding, nothing.
"Co over. Co to my side!"
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