Chapter 577 - All in a Rush for Time (1/2)

For players, a lot of things in the game weren’t so much about profit or loss. As long as it was interesting enough, or made them feel involved and immersed enough, they would be excited, even exhilarated to partic.i.p.ate. The Ji An Studio in Wetland City soon published a detailed structural cutaway of the human-powered plane and even described a detailed process for making and polis.h.i.+ng the parts.

Any player with a few manual skills could put together a wooden human-powered plane with the construction diagram he made.

Of course, there had to be some explanations for crafting specific materials, and Ji An Studio also exemplified a variety to show players how to go about choosing them.

After becoming professionals, players were more physically and mentally capable than in reality.

For example, when it came to the simple, basic manual work of sawing wood, the reality was that anyone with a decent amount of strength could saw, but whether the sawing was good, whether the cut was crooked, whether the speed was fast—that was another matter.

And now that anyone who was a professional was considerably more powerful and had great control, many of the finer operations in manual labor had become extremely easy for them.

So after Ji An Studios put out the human-powered plane construction plans, in less than a day, some craftmaster had already built the aircraft.

As for sanding and staining, both processes were completely abandoned, as it was for one-time use only anyway.

That night, some players had purchased a wooden double-cabin human-powered plane made by the crafts experts.

These guys were in a hurry and didn’t even wait for dawn to come; they set off in the night.

As a result, half of the planes crashed while flying at night. Because they had no flying experience. With no light under the dark clouds at night, it was impossible to tell up from down and left from right, and half of the human-powered planes crashed in less than half an hour after takeoff.

Their planes crashed and they died!

These guys ended up resurrecting and laughing, exclaiming that it was so awesome, and went and bought a new human-powered plane and took to the air again.

As for the 100 or so men who built the s.h.i.+p, it took them more than half a day to rush to Bluewater Harbor.

They cut timber in the woods outside the city, making handmade carts under the direction of the marine engineer to carry the wood to port.

The crafting players made different parts according to the marine engineer’s plan and then combined them to build a medium-sized wooden s.h.i.+p over 40 meters long and about nine meters wide in less than five days.

“Although I can’t make the great Ming treasure s.h.i.+p, I’m content to have built a s.h.i.+p like this.”

The marine engineer bigshot looked at the fresh wooden boat about to set sail and burst into tears.

As a top graduate of marine engineering, his greatest wish was to build a Ming treasure s.h.i.+p himself, which would never be possible in reality, but in the game, it was already half-realized.

It wasn’t a Ming treasure s.h.i.+p, but it was at least a large wooden s.h.i.+p.

Surely, there would be opportunities to build bigger s.h.i.+ps in the future. The sailors in Bluewater Harbor, watching the s.h.i.+p come together from nothing in a few days little by little, were amazed. The s.h.i.+p might not sail for long, after all, none of the timbers had been dried and dry-painted, and it would be waterlogged in less than three months, but they saw a novel idea of s.h.i.+pbuilding that could build a medium-sized s.h.i.+p in just a few days; it was bound to be a good one, too, as long as the timbers were replaced with proper ones.

Immediately, good sails were gifted, and some questions were asked about boat-building techniques.

The bigshot answered them one by one.

He wasn’t afraid that others would learn his techniques; what he learned was taught in college anyway and was worthless to him.

Trading obsolete technology for some good sails seemed like a pretty good deal to him.

After all, these sails were also expensive if he had to buy them with gold coins.

Roland was currently in the elder’s council chamber of the Red Magic Tower.

Across from him sat the Great Elder.

After hearing Roland’s accusation, the Great Elder slammed the table and cursed, “Those guys from the Spatial Magic Tower never change. It is said that over 300 years ago they once let the devils in to research spatial magic, causing a small country to be destroyed. Now they are actually interested in the plane of the Golden Sons, and they have even set their sights on you. Do they really think there’s no one in the Red Magic Tower?”

Just as the Great Elder was fuming with rage, a guard came in from outside and said, “Master, the Great Elder of the Spatial Magic Tower wants to see you.”

It was too much of a coincidence that just now they were talking about the Spatial Magic Tower and someone from there had come over.

Roland and Alfred looked at each other, their expressions different.

Roland had that “ah, here we go” look on his face.

Alfred, on the other hand, looked annoyed like “how dare he come!”

“Invite him in,” said Alfred with a sullen expression.

The guard turned to leave, and not long after, the Great Elder of the Spatial Magic Tower walked in.

The man smiled widely as he nodded to Alfred in greeting before looking to Roland and saying with a smile, “Mr. Roland, thank you for escorting the traitor back to the Spatial Magic tower.”

He had this friendly and conciliatory att.i.tude as if nothing had happened between him and Roland.

This cheeky att.i.tude alone made Roland think he might never be able to achieve this kind of movie-star-like acting in his life.

Roland raised his eyebrows and smiled provocatively.