The Economics of Prophecy

"Ahhh. Why me!!

I shook my arm off, not even worrying about the messy cuffs. Paper may tear momentum, but don't worry. This ballpoint pen is made of a ball with a rotating tip. I know it best when it's made. Including its convenience.

"Oh, if you're thinking about that..."

Refresh your mind and see the rectangular blueprints on paper. The structure is simple, if you ask me, the same as a cupboard. It's just different with holes in the back and hollow parts of the plate.

Larger entrances are easier to use. This is the same as a shelf. But a narrow entrance is more efficient. This is the big constraint not on the shelves. We have to think about that balance, but in order to think about it, it becomes important to combine the output of the magic circuit, which serves the two roles in the rear, with the magic catalyst used for regulation.

"Unlike the magic wand, it's a plane, so it's good to have a simple relationship between area and output... Can you make it a little smaller..."

I have to tell Mayteel about the change. Later, we also have to consider the efficiency of Vina and the Magic Catalyst. I don't have time. I don't have time. I'm also getting ready for my next lecture.

"Oh, already! Why me!!

I stared up at the pen I shook up. The man who made me make this, he's the culprit of it all. I remember about ten days ago.

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"We have secured a young wine. At least not bad quality."

"You drank!?

"You can't judge without drinking. I'm over twenty years old at my” original ”age, too, so no problem. I mean, what's the rule about not drinking if you're not over twenty?"

"No, I don't mind..."

"Seniors will also be asked to try it when I get back. with me."

I can hear the two of them hitting each other lightly in the hallway outside through the window. Finish explaining to us, that is, throwing away the later things and apparently talking about buying wine. Severe and unreasonable.

This is the college board room, and there are three of us in the room. Me, the professor. Mayteel, a visiting professor. And it's Vinaldia, a part-time special technician. The dean is back in King's Capital.

"Well, by way of example, that was a hell of a story."

Me and Vinaldia laughed bitterly at Mathier's words.

"Well, it's important to the Empire too, so I can't help it."

Mathier looked at the tablet again. The stone slab is painted with a joke. Something with goat horns and bat feathers and a human shape that grows to the tail. That's the two-color ball that hangs on the door of the box in your left hand and goes left to right.

"I wonder what the devil is."

I said.

This shitty painting is from that guy who just left. Apparently the name [Maxwell's Devil]. It's a joke name and a lousy painting, but what it shows is quite outrageous.

It's the principle of what we're going to make. By utilizing the nature of air, temperature changes can be created without the use of fire or ice. It just hurts my head to understand the abstract concepts painted in a joke picture.

Yet the idea of a magic guide to make with it is the real deal. They call it a box of winter temperatures all year round, a refrigerator. As a matter of course, it's nowhere else in this world.

"Anyway, let's get the principles together first."

Mathier said.

Fortunately, Mathilde seems to have a good understanding. They get deeply involved with the spiritual guidance. When Ricardo had previously gone to the Imperial Occupy Kultheit to rescue Meer, he showed Maitir a brief version of his current story.

"Fine, first this ball..."

Air is made of a huge number of balls, which energize and steal each other as they bump and bounce.

I don't even understand. Imagine throwing countless balls into a small room. The movement of the ball itself is the wind, so the ball keeps exercising all the time because there is no air resistance.

It seems that the speed of the ball is what we call heat. For example, he feels hot when the ball of air hits his skin quickly, and cold when slow.

In short, when a fast ball hits you, your skin warms up because it energizes your skin, and when a slow ball hits you, your skin cools down because you get more energy from what you're making - this sounds like a ball too.

There are many fast balls in the summer air and many slow balls in the winter air. That's the thing. Importantly, whether it's summer or winter, the air is a gathering of balls of all sorts of speed.

He was like, "There's no such thing as heat. One is the speed of the individual balls and their distribution," he said.

"Yes, the problem is that the difference in ball speed spontaneously shapes the distribution"

Mathier points to Meer's written graph. And I spread my hand flat.

"There's also a few hot balls in the air here that boil water and a few cold balls there that freeze water. Because I'll actually try. Hey, look."

Mathier took the fiery magic wand in his hand. The magic wand runs with the tip close to the outside of the window. Red heated air gathers at the tip. Conversely, our surroundings got chilly.

Mathier immediately stops the magic wand. The air enters through the window and the temperature returns immediately.

"This kind of thing. If you only collect hot balls from the air onto the tip of the cane, all you have left is a ball of cold air. If you ask me, the magic circuit on this wand is sorting the ball as fast as the demon says here."

The stone plate demon has a box, closes the door when a hot ball is about to come, and opens the door when a cold ball is about to come. As a result, only a cold ball will be inside the box and only a warm ball will be outside the box.

"That's not something I don't understand."

Vinaldia said. It would certainly be convincing if explained. Well, I'm a little nervous about Vinaldia being worked out by the time I'm convinced of this.

There is no such thing as a technician. He is one of the kingdom's leading holders of knowledge of magic.

"Good to hear this. You've returned it safely."

I accidentally got sarcastic about Mathier.

"I was shown the magic catalyst circuit that you guys built. So I misjudged him."

Mathier also returns sarcastically. I thought the empire was unforgivable then when I grabbed Meer, but this is how I work with Mathier, who was its best friend, for the same purpose now. I've done the same thing many times already, but on second thought, it's a strange story.

"Both of you, I'll get back to you. Anyway, you mean collect the air in the box for those who are not hot with that spirulina, right? So, even in summer, we can have boxes that keep the winter temperatures. … something that can do strange things without any wonder."

Vinaldia went away with her face. Create cold air with a spirulina magic circuit that emits heat that just looks like a flame. But the principles go hand in hand.

The way you grasp the world is above all unusual. And how to take advantage of it...

"When you think about your role as a magic tool, the problem is magic efficiency."

I checked with Maitille. Mayteel nodded. We're not the only ones who are surprised to hear so much about our knowledge.

We have to shape what he calls a refrigerator. That, too, so that we can reveal it to the reign ceremony.