Several days passed in the blink of an eye. Thanks to the relentless promotion by the "Magic Daily," news of the pendulum experint at the symposium and Lynn's plan to asure the circumference of the planet in mid-July quickly spread throughout the entire wizarding world.
This explosive news left countless civilians and wizards awestruck. Nobody had ever imagined that they could asure the circumference of the land and oceans they had taken for granted for so long. After all, the sea was vast, and many had previously believed that this world had no end!
However, Lynn was doing sothing that everyone believed was impossible and had proposed a logically feasible thod. He had even used experints to prove his planetary theory. Therefore, in a very short ti, Lynn, the Society of Mystical Arts, and his planet circumference asurent thod beca the hottest topics in the wizarding world. Even farrs working the land had to ntion it in their conversations to showcase their knowledge.
However, the geocentric theory had deep roots in the wizarding world, and its straightforward, self-centered theory still had many supporters. These people firmly believed that the land beneath their feet could not possibly be round, and all of this was just a magical trick from that wizard from beyond the Misty Sea!
But whether they agreed or disagreed, they all converged on Greenril, eager to witness this historic mont.
Early in the morning, Kevin and Orlando, who had been invited by Philip, arrived in Greenril by carriage. They were accompanied by Daren and other halflings.
"Look at that pendulum!" Daren exclaid as soon as he entered the city and saw the enormous swinging iron ball in the city center.
This was the pendulum pointer that the master architect Raphael had recreated with permission from the council and Lynn's authorization. Even the sand table and scale disc below it were identical.
The only change was that the ambitious Raphael did not place wooden sticks as pointers on the sand table. He intended to create a great piece of art that could exist permanently!
To achieve this miracle, more than a dozen alchemy masters worked tirelessly for three days to set up a massive alchemical array under the sand table, extracting all the nearby spatial elents to create a vacuum domain.
This way, without the influence of air resistance, in theory, the pendulum could keep moving under the combined forces of gravity and the Earth's rotational force.
Every wizard entering Greenril, upon seeing the iron ball that could swing back and forth and even change direction without needing any external force, couldn't help but exclaim that it was a miracle in the history of magic!
"How long until noon?" Raphael glanced at the sky. The scorching sun was already high above their heads, marking the seventh ti he had asked.
"We have only fifteen minutes left!" the apprentices standing nearby replied excitedly, their eyes glued to the magic clock.
This scene played out in every corner of Greenril. Everyone eagerly awaited the last mont, even wizards who couldn't afford to buy a magic clock were anxiously watching the sundial, waiting for the final mont.
anwhile, an airship was speeding across the vast sea.
Two days ago, at 11:45 in the afternoon, the airship had departed from Greenril and embarked on a voyage, attracting the attention of countless onlookers. Now, it had been sailing on the sea for two full days, covering a distance of 720 kiloters!
Lynn couldn't help but marvel at how vast this sea was. Along the way, he only saw scattered uninhabited islands.
To increase the rigor of the experint and provide a beacon for the airship's return, Harof had used magic to erect a stone pillar on a mid-island. He left a wizard there to record data, while the others continued their journey by airship.
"How much ti do we have left?" Harof shouted eagerly.
"One minute, the last minute! There are fifty-three seconds left!" Lydia shouted loudly, holding the magic clock.
At this mont, whether on the floating ice island or in Greenril, everyone gazed up at the sun, feeling that this one minute was incredibly long.
With just ten seconds to go, Lynn took out a length of rope and handed the other end to Harof, preparing to asure the shadow of the ice pillar.
The transparent ice pillar glistened in the sunlight, creating a peculiar brilliance.
As an editor for the Magic Daily, Rorl, who had the privilege of riding the airship, stood on the ice, feverishly holding a quill in his hand. He quickly sketched the wide ice island, the towering ice pillar, the descending airship, and Lynn and Harof, who were asuring the shadow length with a rope, on the parchnt.
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