In the following days, Fang Hong spent all his ti testing the maneuverability of 'Hornet-I.' The first ti, a Parer person was loudly nagging from the side: "You said this thing is called 'Hornet,' but it's clearly silver—" Then he was locked in the storage room with an excuse by Fang Hong, who had a dark expression on his face.
Although he wasn't very talented at naming, the design itself was outstanding. 'Hornet-I' flew more than fifty percent faster than general Clockwork Fairies, with equally matched agility. The only downside was that the difficulty in control increased exponentially, just as its calculative power demand was shown on the panel.
But perhaps because he was the designer, Fang Hong had no obstacles in adapting to it and quickly mastered it as if it were part of his own body. In the following days, everyone could see the silver flying shuttle weaving through the various rooms on the platform, like streams of silver light.
'Hornet-I' was still a derivative model of Clockwork Fairy, but indeed it was sothing that had never existed before. It was actually a kind of Alien Clockwork Fairy, a new type of variant, though there was nothing strange about it. Alchemists are craftsn and authors; as Fang Hong understood, new Flexible Constructs and variants are born in this world all the ti, but most quickly disappear into the long river of history.
Unless he truly created a classic model that gained public acceptance and left a na in history, only then could he be considered as having stepped into the world of masters—just like those collections he saw in the Tansnier Crafting Association, those who left them in history had more than one piece of work.
Fang Hong never dread of achieving success overnight, but he still needed to find a ti to register his blueprints with the Tansnier Crafting Association.
Heading out alone, after leaving the Beast Pens, he took a streetcar in front of the Artisan Association's gate—passing through that gate, he entered the first-floor floating hall of the Tansnier Crafting Association amidst flashes of white light.
The first floor of the hall was covered with thick patterned carpets, extending to an arched counter behind which served as the public office of the Artisan Association. Behind the counter was a girl with dark skin and braids, holding a thick book in her hands. She was reading carefully, comparing it with a notebook, wearing glasses that seed unfit for her.
When Fang Hong approached, she finally heard the footsteps and looked up, her erald eyes flashing with a hint of surprise at seeing him. She recognized Fang Hong—actually, after that 'glorious incident' not long ago, spread by word of mouth, few people here did not know this 'character' who made their Chairwoman cry.
She couldn't help but giggle, closed the book in her hand, and asked in a voice as clear as a silver bell:
"Mr. Ade is here again, are you looking for Chairman Aierna?"
Standing at the counter, Fang Hong shook his head and replied, "I'm here to take care of so matters, Camilla."
Camilla was precisely the na of this young girl.
Camilla seed a bit surprised, "Huh, what matters do you have, Mr. Ade?"
"I designed so small things and wanted to register the blueprints."
Upon hearing this, Camilla wasn't surprised. Alchemists always liked to design so strange little things, even though most were useless. The guild didn't have much of a threshold for registration, and once the designs were checked for duplicates through the transmission crystal at the Golande Guild, they could be stored if not duplicated.
Each day, hundreds of blueprints might be recorded by the crafting associations across regions. To put it bluntly—most were waste paper, and post-registration, they generally went unnoticed—though there's no guarantee they won't co to light, as there have been precedents in history.
"Did Mr. Ade bring the blueprints?"
Fang Hong nodded. He wasn't a rookie in this aspect.
He took out the blueprints, and the young girl checked them over herself. Of course, she couldn't decide anything but offered sincere praise: "Mr. Ade, your drawings are excellent. Apart from Lady Aierna's, I seldom see such ticulously compliant designs; they are exactly like the standard described in books."
While speaking, Camilla opened a drawer, took out several vials of potion, and muttered to herself, "Purple Pistil Flower, powder of petrified lizard horn, No. 12 Magic Solution... No. 12, No. 12... What a bother, those folks lost the labels again..." She looked up apologetically at Fang Hong:
"Mr. Ade, please wait a mont, I need to find sothing."
Previously unaccustod to the praise, Fang Hong just smiled and nodded.
The young girl rummaged around a bit and finally found a backup vial of Magic Solution: "Got it!" Camilla clapped her hands, indicating completion, and proceeded to mix these into a glass vessel one by one.
The alchemy cauldron made a bubbling sound, and the final mixed solution revealed a transparent and enchanting purple—
She took the solution, carefully pouring it over the stack of Fang Hong's blueprints while explaining to him: "Mr. Ade, this is a Magical Olfactory Guiding Agent. It can 'distinguish' the Magic Ink, after which we can scan it with a crystal, converting the blueprint's information into magic data recorded within the crystal."
Fang Hong nodded, watching the scene with so curiosity.
He had actually heard about the blueprint registration process before, but this was his first ti witnessing the actual operation, so instead of feeling bored, he was quite fascinated.
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