"Dean Lynn, eat an apple..." "Does that massage feel comfortable?" "Dean, it's ti for your dicine!"
In the royal capital of Haddarata, within a luxurious villa, Lynn lay on a comfortable recliner, receiving ticulous care from the academy's wizards.
In the last defense of the capital, Lynn had forcefully mobilized the entire computing power of the magic network to cast the Undying Fla and laser magic, which nearly resulted in brain death due to severe backlash.
Although he was saved by drinking two legendary magic potions in succession, he still couldn't casually cast magic for a short period.
This had scared Ailoke and others terribly, after all, Lynn, the star of magic, was the mainstay of the entire school, and not a single mistake could be afforded!
Even after Lynn repeatedly assured everyone that he was in good condition and just needed rest, the academy's wizards were still very worried. They gathered nurous precious magic potions that could restore ntal damage and increase vitality for him, and skilled masters in herbology formulated a strict recuperation plan—essentially to eat well, drink well, get plenty of supplents, and do nothing at all!
Besides, hundreds of wizards were arranged, and a whole new army equipped with firing guns was responsible for the security of the estate, fearing that enemies might stealthily infiltrate at this ti and eliminate the 'completely defenseless' star of magic.
Familiar figures like Johnny, Lydia, and Ailoke were dispatched to take care of Lynn's daily life and also serve as close bodyguards. According to Orlando, this was currently the top priority for the school!
The overly reactive arrangents by Orlando and others made Lynn feel quite helpless. He was rely temporarily unable to use his magic power freely, not a complete invalid. Even at his weakest, he could knock out more than a dozen brainwashed royal guards with his fists...
But he had to admit, this life of beck and call was very comfortable. Even if he wasn't an invalid, he felt like he was quickly being pampered into one.
"Dean, this is a purple fruit, sent by King Hattar. I've tasted it for you already; there's no poison, and it tastes great!"
By his side, Lydia held a peeled purple fruit, placing it into Lynn's mouth, then imdiately began to massage his thigh very attentively, but with such astonishing strength that it caused him to grit his teeth in pain.
"Alright, alright, let go now!" Lynn said, rather helplessly pushing the half-elf girl's hand away. If she kept squeezing like this, he could forget about his legs!
Lydia shrank her neck, looking like a little animal that had done sothing wrong, with a pitiful expression.
"Out with it, what do you need for?" Lynn shook his head and asked.
Lydia, though one of the staff assigned to care for his daily needs, had been slacking off these days, secretly tinkering with so odd contraptions. Her sudden eagerness today definitely ant sothing was amiss.
"I've drawn a schematic, and I'd like you to take a look at it..." Lydia quickly pulled out a design from her bosom and unfolded it before Lynn.
The schematic depicted a very rugged and rudintary flying device, resembling the one Lynn had seen when he first arrived at Yiyeta Harbor. However, it was evident that nurous adjustnts had been made in the details.
Lydia watched Lynn nervously. Although the appearance of the skycraft fulfilled her dream of flying, after all, it was the Dean's masterwork. Over the past year, Lydia hadn't given up on the idea of making her own flying device.
Moreover, she rembered Lynn saying that there was nothing wrong with her design philosophy; the reason why her aircraft struggled to take to the skies was a lack of power!
The advent of the internal combustion engine clearly made up for this, also making the perfection of the aircraft possible.
In her imagination, although the aircraft couldn't be responsible for transporting troops and arms and ammunition like airships, its advantages were that it flew faster and was lighter. By mounting a machine gun or a beam weapon on the front, it could directly engage with the Griffin Knights in the air...
After a careful review and having the smart brain analyze it, Lynn smiled and said, "Very good, there's improvent!"
"Can it fly, then?" Lydia asked, unable to contain her impatience.
"This ti, there shouldn't be a problem taking off..." Lynn said thoughtfully, but before Lydia could jump up in excitent, he continued speaking.
"However, if you want to achieve the full power speed of two hundred kiloters per hour as you predicted, that's impossible. The aircraft's shape is still lacking; it can't effectively counteract the wind resistance, and the materials aren't up to standard. At high speeds, it's certain to fall apart!"
"Didn't I give you an introductory notebook on aerodynamics before? How much of it have you read?" Lynn asked in return.
Upon hearing the term "aerodynamics," Lydia's face imdiately twisted in frustration. That stuff was just too difficult to comprehend; it wasn't ant for re mortals!
Before reading the notes, Lydia always thought she had an extraordinary talent for mathematical Olympiad problems, whether it was equations, exponents, or geotry; she could grasp them all quickly, and could even understand so calculus. However, "aerodynamics" made her feel completely lost, and it was hard to imagine that it was only the basics.
Seeing the half-human girl's troubled expression, Lynn guessed Lydia hadn't managed to learn it.
Of course, that was normal. "Aerodynamics" is a branch of "Fluid chanics," involving a vast amount of knowledge and require substantial computing power; even until recent tis, so of the problems concerning "Fluid chanics" remained unsolved.
It wasn't until the twenty-second century that relatively accurate predictions and computations were achieved with the rocketing computing power of quantum computers.
The notes Lynn gave to Lydia were naturally very ancient, based on classic chanics, but even he didn't expect it to be so challenging!
"You can think of air as the sea, and your aircraft as a fish swimming in it. Their body shapes are designed to better combat the resistance of the water, and this principle is also reflected in the body shape of birds, which I refer to as streamlined..." Lynn explained, using magic as ink and his hand as a pen, he began to make minor modifications to the blueprints while teaching Lydia.
Lydia stared intently as Lynn wrote and drew on the blueprints. In just five minutes, all the details were fine-tuned.
The frawork was the sa, but it looked a lot more beautiful, possessing an indescribable aesthetic appeal...
Lynn didn't know what Lydia was thinking, otherwise he would undoubtedly have told her that beauty itself is power!
Powerful war machines typically also have an attractive and imposing appearance because that's the design that most aligns with nature...
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