"Congratulations, Gress, we have another mid-level extraordinary power."

Bishop Grande had appeared in the courtyard at some point, patted his hands gently, congratulated Gress with a smile on his face.

Gress then came to her senses, blinked her eyes hard, and found that the surrounding scenery had returned to normal.

After seeing Grande, he quickly stood up and saluted, and shouted respectfully: "Bissary."

Grande nodded at him and walked over.

He looked at the telescope and looked at it carefully for a while.

"Is this your invention? Is it used to observe astronomical phenomena?"

Gress had no stranger to the Bishop who could see the effect of this thing.

The high-level sequence of craftsmen can naturally easily understand the functions of various tools.

"In fact, I completed this invention with the help of others." Gress certainly did not dare to take credit and answered truthfully.

Grande looked slightly at Gress with encouragement: "Don't be too humble, Gress, invention does not necessarily mean to create something new, you should understand this."

Gress smiled awkwardly.

Of course he could understand what Grande meant.

Craftsman sequence, creating fields.

Craftsmen have always been in a relatively alternative sequence.

Although there is no need for a potion formula and you can advance naturally after reaching a certain level, in fact, the number of extraordinary people in the Craftsman Temple is far less than that of other temples.

Because their advanced conditions are even more demanding in this world where there is an unmature scientific system.

Not to mention high-level sequences, even extraordinary people who can advance to intermediate-level sequences are very few.

“Does it have a name?”

Bishop Grande asked while continuing to observe the huge telescope.

Gress quickly replied: "Typescopes, astronomical telescopes."

Grande walked to the telescope, reached out his hand, gently stroked the metallic barrel, and said as if he was muttering to himself:

"Glass, magnifying glass, um... This thing seems simple, but it seems to have deep theoretical support."

Gress said nothing and bowed and stood solemnly beside her.

The disputes inside the Craftsman Temple made him cautious and dare not express his opinions at will.

Even now, he and the Bishop are the only ones.

"Don't worry, there are no people from the God Chuang Sect here. Can you tell me the principle of it?" Bishop Grande said kindly with a faint smile on his face.

The God-creation School, in short, believes that all inventions and creativity should come from God’s gifts.

Any act that wants to explore on its own is disrespectful to God!

In Gress's opinion, this is unreasonable.

However, in Gaph’s temple of craftsmen, the extraordinary people who agree with the theory of God’s gifts account for the majority.

So many wonderful ideas can only be buried helplessly and dare not announce them to the public.

Gries, who was encouraged, nodded slightly, then carefully took out the drawings and slowly unfolded them.

He began to explain to the bishop from the magnifying glass how light shot into the lens barrel from the sky, then reflected, refracted, and magnified dozens of times, and became a visible scene.

This explanation is actually not easy. Gries didn't know whether the bishop could understand it, but he told everything he knew in as popular language as possible.

"The principle of action lies in the focal length and diameter of the lens. This is the eyepiece, that is, the lens that aims directly at the eyes..."

"The angle has been adjusted, Master Bishop, get closer and you can see a completely different moon."

Upon hearing this, Grande could not wait to point his eyes at the lens tube.

The next moment, the crescent moon enters the field of vision.

However, this time the moon occupied the entire field of view.

Anyone who is exposed to this kind of picture for the first time will be amazed by it.

The old man stared at his eyes and observed carefully for more than ten seconds, then raised his head, blinked his slightly dry eyes, and looked at the moon in the sky.

"Then, is the real moon?" the old man murmured to himself.

But in a flash, his snow-white brows frowned, as if he had thought of something.

"If you use it to see the sun, can you see clearly?"

Gladstone widened his eyes, waved his hand quickly, and persuaded anxiously: "Sir, don't do this! The sun is too strong, and if you observe it directly, you can destroy your eyes in an instant."

The old man was stunned for a moment, then nodded slightly, and stopped talking about the telescope, and the topic turned to another direction.

"Grace, Faralin's temple still lacks a priest..."

Grande's words will not be finished, and Gress also understands the bishop's meaning.

He shook his head apologetically: "Bibetan, the work of the deacon has already made me very difficult, and I am afraid I cannot be competent for the priesthood."

When Grande heard Gress's rejection, he was not surprised, but just sighed slightly.

The priest, whose status is slightly lower than that of the bishop, is the direct superior of the deacon, and is in charge of the daily affairs of the temple.

Gress felt a little guilty: "Sorry, bishop, I prefer the work of invention and creation."

The old man smiled and said gently: "As a craftsman, this is normal, and there is no need to be sorry."

"By the way, you said... the astronomical telescope was completed with the help of others?"

Gries quickly said, "Yes, Mr. Martin's theory of light is very exquisite. He just explained most of those things. "

"Mr. Martin?"

The old man frowned slightly.

Gress quickly explained: "It's the Bosen family's tutor, Mr. Martin!"

The old man's eyes showed a hint of surprise and a hint of doubt.

...

Just as the two were talking about him, Martin grabbed his hair in pain, looked at the nearly ten pages written on the paper, and sighed.

The deciphering of Di Mongolian is much more difficult than I imagined!

After the initial introduction, a large number of unknown terms began to appear, and the translation work became difficult.

These nouns often only appear once, and there is no reference in other places, and they cannot even guess the meaning, which makes Martin very distressed.

I just entered the spiritual world and wrote down two pages again, and I could only understand the first sentence.

“March 25th, sunny.”

As for the specific content, it is not that I can’t understand it at all, but most of the translations look like this.

The following is basically the same, and I can only understand some simple pronouns and verbs, but I can't do anything about the most critical nouns.

Such a translation is completely unsatisfactory for Martin.

Therefore, after some hard work, Martin has begun to consider whether he should change a book to record it next time he enters the spiritual world.

One is that the difficulty of this book is too great at the moment and it is difficult to break through for a while. There is no need to continue to waste precious time.

Another one is also looking for more content to compare and crack the content bit by bit, which is considered a curve to save the country.

Putting down the paper recording Di Mongolian language, Martin pulled out a piece of white paper, picked up the pencil, and began to relax - painting.

It is still a scene that is seen in the spiritual world.

First outline the outline and then color it. Such "children's painting" is a means he uses to regulate his mood.

Before I knew it, nearly ten similar works were already on the bookshelf.

This time I painted the Yunjian Castle.

Orange clouds float, and an ancient castle stands above the clouds, looking like a child's fantasy.

After painting, Martin's mood was completely calmed down after he waited for the paint to dry.

As a wave of fatigue came, he stretched his waist long, washed his face and went to bed.

...

On Saturday morning, when Martin walked into the classroom, he keenly noticed that there was something changed in Gress.

But what the change is can't be judged at all.

Gries had a smile on his face. He stood up excitedly with a booklet in his hand and said to Martin: "Teacher Martin, it's done! Finally it's done!"

Made it?

What made it?

Martin was a little confused and stared at Gress in a daze, waiting for his explanation.
To be continued...