With the return of the Great Sage, the dark clouds looming over the High Tower finally dispersed, and those anxious scholars finally were able to put their hanging hearts at ease.
With a Demigod-level power sitting in, it seems unlikely that any petty scoundrels would dare to bully them again.
During this period, the Mages in the Academic State were worried about being labeled as the accomplices of Arist, concerned about their students or teachers having issues, and even feared being considered as part of Prince Colin's faction... even all twelve Sages were anxious.
For outsiders, this might seem sowhat difficult to understand.
Although during the disturbances of the previous Maze Trial, the one who truly stood up to clean up the ss for the Academic State was Prince Colin, but this honest and sincere prince was not the victor.
He too was a sacrificial victim.
But fortunately, this catastrophe finally settled down, at least for the vast majority who were not entangled in it.
As a side note, ever since the Great Sage returned, even the weather in the Northern Wilderness improved quite a bit, presumably also due to the wisdom of that great figure awakening the sleeping sun...
Outside Artisan Street, the breeze blew gently over the snowy fields, unlike the severe cold a month ago.
Thanks to the benevolence of the Great Sage, warm sunlight splashed over the snow-covered expanse, reflecting a dazzling brightness.
A vast and peculiar-shaped giant lay quietly on a piece of land cleared by magic, like a slumbering behemoth.
That was the creation of the Alberto Workshop.
However, unlike the previous "No.1 Machine," the "No.2 Machine" completely abandoned the cumberso spherical design in favor of a spindle shape, more in line with "fluid dynamics."
A sturdy wooden Dragon Bone supported the enormous spindle-shaped airbag, countless pieces of thick leather specially tanned with alchemy potion ford the skin of this giant beast. The "stitches" at the leather seams were dense, neatly fastened with coarse twine, appearing as an artwork from afar.
Below the airbag, a boat-shaped cabin was suspended, equipped with a steering wheel and pedals inside to operate the flow guidance device.
And on either side of the cabin, several movable wing surfaces mimicking the structure of "Flying Fish Fins" were installed, used for maintaining stability and precise steering in the wind.
These were Prince Colin's ideas.
As an aside, the so-called "fluid dynamics" is also one of the concepts proposed by Prince Colin, which, along with aerodynamics and thermodynamics, served as the design guiding principle for the Alberto Workshop.
According to that prince, he was inspired by the flying cannonballs. As for how he got the inspiration, that remains unknown.
Alberto wasn't curious enough to pry into Imperial military secrets, and even if Prince Colin didn't mind, he wouldn't want to learn more.
Knowing too much is not a good thing.
He was just a craftsman after all.
Just as Alberto was busy with a group of apprentices around the airship making preparations, the guest scholar Jas Walli from the Magic Science Laboratory was also nervously pacing around the airship back and forth with a notebook in hand.
The monocle on his nose often slipped down, only to be hastily adjusted back into place by him.
"Alberto, are you sure the sead areas of the airbag can withstand the internal hot pressure? According to His Highness's empirical formula, the peak value of the pressure after expansion is not to be underestimated!"
"Rest assured, Master!"
Having just finished checking the last cable connected to the cabin, Alberto patted his chest, his rough palm full of engine oil and sweat, yet his face bead with a confident smile.
"I used a double-layered staggered sewing thod, and reinforced it with demon beast sinew glue. Not to ntion hot air, even if it were filled with magma, there wouldn't be any leaks!"
At this mont, he suddenly changed his tone, expressing his internal tension in a teasing manner.
"Compared to His Highness's empirical formula, I am more worried about your calculations. To be honest, how long has it been since you last touched those things?"
"Don't worry about it, Even if I haven't touched them in ten years, I wouldn't forget!"
Jas grinned, and the tense atmosphere on the construction site eased significantly.
Looking at his forr student, his expression suddenly turned complex and guilty. After hesitating for a mont, he finally spoke.
"Alberto... perhaps you shouldn't call that anymore. I couldn't get you to stay in the Academic State back then; I'm really not worthy to be your ntor."
Hearing this, Alberto was montarily stunned, clearly didn't expect his ntor to still be so bothered by not being able to keep him in school back in the day.
Seeing those eyes full of guilt, he suddenly laughed heartily, wiping his nose with his oil-stained sleeve, grinning as he spoke.
"Master, what are you talking about! You taught so many interesting things, how could you not be qualified to be my ntor?"
Jas spoke softly.
"But... that was your dream."
"A dream? Not really, at most it was just one of the ways to achieve it," Alberto said, laughing nonchalantly, "And I'm doing pretty well now. I have my own shop, an endless amount of ti, and I can freely do what I love."
Saying so, he cast his gaze on the artificial behemoth standing on the snowy field, looking at the masterpiece he and his ntor made together, his eyes shone with pure light.
"If I had really stayed in the High Tower back then, staring blankly at a pile of moldy docunts and having to deal with colleagues like you do, there's no way I'd have the chance to create sothing so interesting."
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