Chapter 228 227 Rapid Construction Technology Based on Spiritual Energy is Also Unknown

Chapter 228 227.Spiritual Energy Based Rapid Construction Technology Also I wonder if it can mix with SCI?[210]

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The plot strand of Hogg the Jackal being triggered is just an unremarkable part of the current Jackal extermination campaign that is in full swing.

At least for now it hadn’t been able to make waves.

And while the combat players were busy swiping points for rewards in the point pool, and the new players were busy upgrading and messing around with their equipment, the Administrative Professionals’ pace of play wasn’t affected by the great war that had begun outside.

For example, the Chief Architect of Scarlet Fortress, Heaven’s Chosen Fighting Gray Man, and his housemate assistant, Bricklayer, they came online early today and rushed to the urban construction site of Scarlet Fortress.

Today is a very important day for the two of them, the first three-story “residential building” designed by the two of them will rise up today.

If this could come to fruition, it would mean that Murphy’s rebuilding of Scarlet Fortress could really move forward to the implementation stage.

More importantly, today’s building is probably the first time on this continent that the “new construction method” is used, and the two “architects” themselves are not confident that it will work.

“I say, without cement or measurements, relying entirely on drawings is always a strange feeling.”

At the busy construction site outside the city, the bricklayer, clutching a pile of drawings, complained to the equally uneasy ash-beater beside him:

“And do you really believe that ‘turn stone into clay’ spell of theirs will be able to move forward the way we want it to? Don’t end up with a whole four-pronged thing, that would be a big shame.”

“I don’t dao ah, you ask me who do I ask, you can’t find a senior brother or sister who can build a house with spiritual energy spells even if you look through the entire design institute.”

The gray-hitting man sighed for the umpteenth time.

He took another look at the drawings, and finally shook his head and looked toward the “model” that was being built by the camp workers in front of him.

It really was a model!
The design of the three-story building had only completed the first floor, and the main body of the model was fixed with long wooden boards and wedges, just like a child playing with Legos, according to the design drawings they had produced, starting from the foundation.

The four planks were joined together with wedges and grooves to form “hollow pillars” to support the structural strength of the entire first floor.

Because it was an experiment, the ashers and the bricklayers did not build exactly the number of ten rooms on the first floor as shown in the plan.

They made a parallel connection of three rooms, and led the workers to spend four whole days to make the whole model, now from the appearance, this is already a qualified four-square “wooden house”.

Workers standing on the ladder are “roofing” it.

They will have been assembled at the site of the hollow boards in accordance with the position drawn in advance on the top of the four-square house, reserved interfaces to allow it to the internal space and the hollow columns below connected together, composed of a wooden boards to protect the “hollow structure”.

Because of the need to ensure the structural strength of the house, so the ashers and bricklayers make these “wooden molds” quite thick, basically equivalent to the thickness of the standard concrete walls and floor slabs.

This makes the footprint of this wooden “model” in front of us look quite grand.

“Yo, this ‘block toy’ is really good.”

The three old guys who first tried their hand at administrative careers, dump trucks, forklifts, and fully insured semi-trailers, skulked over to the construction site.

They are in front of the building of the “house mold” to taste, dump truck is also very modest asked:
“So, are you planning to use a method similar to ‘pouring’ to build a house? I’ve heard you say before, that is to first get a set of house molds, and then let the psychic masters use the spell of turning stone into mud to reshape the form of the stone, so that the stone slurry flows in along the mold and finally fixed to form, and then remove the external molds to form a standard room?”

“Yes, that’s the principle, it’s similar to the mainstream method used in our construction site over there, only there’s no steel reinforcement over here.”

The bricklayer sighed:

“Although we questioned Mrs. Tris and received a positive answer, but honestly we brothers don’t have any idea in our hearts if it can be done or not. Though theoretically, as long as the psychic can ensure that the stone mortar flows evenly and shapes quickly in the mold of the house it will definitely be fine.”

“Sounds pretty convenient.”

Shoveler Strike said, rubbing his chin:
“If that works, then wouldn’t you be able to keep ‘replicating’ similar houses with a set of mold templates? Theoretically, as long as there’s enough stone and the psionics hold up, you could have a settlement built in a month?”

“Not that fast!”

The gray-hitting man spat:

“It takes time to design and make the molds, and the workers aren’t skilled in assembling them, and most importantly, who knows if the structural strength of this thing can hold up three floors. Wouldn’t it be the end if it collapsed?
This is just the beginning, there are more testing processes to be done later.

And even if it really can be, this modular construction method can only be used to do basic construction, can only be made into a four-square or geometric structure, you want to fill the floor with what specific functions or in the architectural details of the work still have to be processed later.

That waste of time can be too much.

We’re recruiting stonemasons, but this profession belongs to the ‘high-tech talents’ in Transylvania, so it’s hard to find suitable ones, so we can only start cultivating them by picking out the dexterous ones from the ordinary workers.”

“You’re thinking long term.”

The old dirt bike brother skimmed his lips:
“Look at those tents in the camp first, the survivors would be thankful to have a shelter from the wind and rain, who would ask for a patterned statue? That’s something we’ll need to think about when we’re rich.”

“Hey! You’ve also reserved water pipes in the molds of the houses? What’s the purpose of that big channel running through the floor?”

The all-risk semi-trailer went around the construction site, and he quickly discovered the uniqueness of the house molds designed by the ash-beater, so he ran to ask:

“I see that the workers have stuffed three wooden stakes into the hollow molds, won’t that leave a gap through the floor slab after the mortar is poured? Wouldn’t that weaken the sturdiness?”

“Yes, it will weaken, but it won’t cause structural problems, we’ve calculated it over and over again with 3D modeling.”

The graybeater explained:

“Those reserved holes will become ‘underfloor heating’ afterward, we designed matching steam hot water piping for these residential buildings, when winter comes with an oversized boiler equipment to constantly provide hot water flowing through these holes, it will be able to realize 24 hours of ‘ centralized heating’.

Of course, there is no way to regulate the temperature of this kind of local heating, and the heat transfer efficiency of the stone is very poor, so it is estimated that it is just better than nothing, and can barely ensure that the temperature in the house will not fall below a certain limit of freezing to death.

It even had the side effect of dampness, requiring it to be reinforced with psychic spells every year to avoid water seepage.

But if this feature can really be realized, then I can proudly assure Lord Murphy that his lords won’t freeze to death this winter.”

“Crap! Bull!”

The other three old men instantly gave thumbs up and shouted 666 when they heard the ash-beater’s explanation and introduction, but after they finished shouting, the oldest mudder, Juhe, blinked his eyes and said to the ash-beater and the bricklayer:
“Haven’t you youngsters ever heard of a thing called a ‘kang’? Getting a small kang for each house is nothing more than adding a chimney, and with your local method of centralized heating, this winter, not to mention freezing to death, I reckon these survivors won’t even need to wear cotton clothes in their houses.”

“Six!”

The bricklayer’s eyes lit up, grabbed the design and opened it, saying:

“I’ll add it here, or old brothers are more knowledgeable.”

“That’s right.”

Three old brothers laughed, and began to brag and chat, half an hour later, the workers’ “roofing” ended, a four-square wooden house mold stood in front of everyone’s eyes.

Mrs. Tris and Lord Murphy were also invited.

A group of workers immediately saw the arrival of the lord a little fear, they gathered in the construction site beside the whispering.

Although the Chosen Greybeard was well-liked in the camp, and they all knew that this young man was very knowledgeable, but this method of building a house was after all all the first time they had all seen it, and they all wished to see if the busyness of the past few days would yield a result?
“Well, this mold is well made, so delicate.”

Wrapping herself up tightly and still a bit drowsy, Tris circled around the house mold and came back to Murphy and whispered:

“It looks like the handiwork of an old craftsman, with years of experience plus the accumulation of craftsmanship to design such an exquisite hollow mold, however your warriors are so young, to be honest I don’t quite believe they are all geniuses.

So is this the wonderful use of the ‘super library’ unique to their world that you told me about earlier?”

“I didn’t say that thing was called a ‘super library’, you interpreted it that way yourself.”

Murphy superficially maintained the decent smile that an NPC should have, and replied with an onomatopoeic technique: “But it does indeed have all the functions of all the super libraries you can imagine, and as long as they are willing and have mastered certain searching skills, they will be able to find all the knowledge they need in it.

There aren’t that many geniuses in that world of theirs.

But by our standards, they are all geniuses, with endless knowledge waiting to be seized and utilized, and the only thing limiting their ability to become masters of a particular field is self-discipline and perseverance in learning.

However, that’s the hardest part, no matter what world it is.”

“What unimaginable miracles and greatness.”

Tris lamented:
“If only we had something similar here.”

“There could be!”

Murphy said as he reached out and tapped on Tris’s wrist:
“The matrix formed by the halflings’ arithmetic pearls has already touched that realm, and as long as they continue to develop, something similar will be born here. Tris, you can join in on that, too, if you wish.

But right now I need you to help my warriors build this house, we have seen all their hard work and effort.

They desperately need some positive feedback, and we desperately need a set of building methods that can be quickly replicated in our territory to ensure that our territory doesn’t die an unlucky death or two when the snow comes.

I don’t want to see my tragedy repeated for others, after all, not everyone gets to meet a nice vampire lady with a nice heart on a winter’s night.”

“But you can do this sort of thing, Murphy, you’re a full-fledged auror too, it’s not like turning stone into mud is a difficult trick, it’s even regarded as juggling with the dwarves.”

Tris glanced at Murphy.

She shook her head and stepped forward, flipping her fingers to take the luxurious serenading scepter in her hand, and flicked it forward with her trusty hand.

The stone that had been prepared in advance and piled up around the mold was immediately “captured” by the shaking psychic energy and lifted into the air, and in the precise manipulation of the earth’s psychic energy, the solid rock “melted” quickly before the eyes of the small players.

Its material form was temporarily changed into a fluid slurry, which was then pushed by invisible hands from all sides into the holes reserved in the molds of the houses under Tris’s manipulation.

It was like a liquid flowing.

The slurry continued to move forward along the geometric “passages” shaped by the hollow wooden boards, filling every space.

The scene was like a cascade of water, the fluid slurry made a pleasant rushing sound under the force of gravity, like a delicate container being filled little by little, from the holes in the ground to the foundation built in the same way further down, and then quickly changed from fluid back to cold solid rock again in the time that Tris pinched and withdrew.

But their forms had been permanently altered into a different shape by the constraints of the plank molds.

The entire spell casting process lasted five minutes.

This was still the result of Tris, a psychic energy master, maneuvering in person, if it were an ordinary psychic energy master or a psychic energy master apprentice, the process would have been stretched out.

But to be honest, in the ash person’s original imagination, this house will not be “molded in one piece”, he will follow the repetitive process from the foundation to the pillars and then to the roof, according to strict standards to complete the construction of the house.

Today’s test is just to verify that he and the bricklayer designed this set of “rapid construction” can be effective, of course, it is difficult to say that they are original, after all, in the real world to build high-rise buildings are also the same method of pouring cement.

After all, in the real world, the same method of pouring cement is also used in the construction of tall buildings, but here it is replaced by a more mysterious means of spiritual energy.

“Done!”

Tris stopped casting the spell, ruffling her hair as the psychic vibrations subsided, she turned her head to the agitated Ash Beater and Bricklayer:

“All the spaces in your molds have been filled with stone mortar, they have solidified, go ahead and remove the outer molds to see your work.”

“On! Tear it down!”

The excited ash beater gave the order, and the workers, who had long been impatient, immediately stepped forward to dismantle the outer wooden mold.

The three oldest brothers also ran to help, but the inner molds had already been sealed into the molded house structure according to the ash-beater’s design when the stone mortar solidified, and all they needed to do now was to dismantle the outer molds in order to see the true state of the house.

As they dismantled, Shoveler, who was always sober on earth, suddenly tapped his head and said:

“Alas! We don’t have to remove the exterior boards! After you remove them, you still have to paint the walls and paste tiles, why don’t we just leave it like this, as if the boards are used to make a ‘protective layer’ for the outer layer of the walls, and the subsequent painting or secondary treatment is not better than the effort you put into the stone?”

“Right Oh!”

The graybeater was lightheartedly excited.

This would hear Shoveler’s statement instantly deep in thought again ordering the workers not to need to remove the boards, he himself grabbed a sledgehammer in full view of the crowd and walked over to the wall.

He glanced at the bricklayer who nodded vigorously at him.

So the ash beater took a deep breath and swung the sledgehammer towards the wall in front of him.

It was a test of the sturdiness of the molded house, with a fully insured semi-trailer giving him a “voice”:
“Eighty! Eighty! Eighty!”

“Shit, how can I test this?”

The ash beater who had smashed three hammers in a row was made to laugh as he put down his hammer and cursed.

But everyone was looking at the wall in front of them, the three hammers smashed the wooden boards, revealing a flat layer of rock inside without any crumbling or peeling.

This sturdiness wasn’t much worse than concrete, after all, Transylvanian-produced stone wasn’t bad in its own sturdiness.

“Get out of the way, all of you!”

Tris in the back spoke up.

She told everyone to distance themselves away and rose her hand to slam a psychic energy heavy blow, and with a loud boom, the freshly built house was shattered by a third by the psychic energy rampage, as tragic as if it had been hit by an aerial bomb.

“Ah this!”

The bricklayer said with great disappointment while patting the dust flying in front of him:

“Looks like the sturdiness doesn’t work.”

“No?”

Tris laughed and explained:
“With the destructive power of this spell just now, a normal house would have been flattened outright, but the fact that a large portion of your building is still left proves that it’s much stronger than the buildings that were there before Cadman City.

Congratulations, warriors.

You have invented a rather powerful ‘Swift Construction’ spell.”

“Ah, I should give you enough rewards that I will fulfill whatever you want.”

Murphy stepped forward and took Tris’s hand as he addressed the graybeater and bricklayer in front of him:
“Your efforts have laid a solid hope for the future of Scarlet Fortress, from now on, our reconstruction will no longer remain only on paper, you’ll be busy for the next two months. In addition to building living quarters for the survivors, I will need you to build strong enough houses for my lords in the five collective farms that are scheduled to be built as well.

It’s going to be a big job!
But I’m sure you guys will be able to do a good job.”

“Ding.”

The gray-hitting man’s arithmetic pearl made a soft sound, and he looked down and exclaimed:
“I’ve passed my administrative trial, and I’m now the official village chief! Why does this career quest called ‘Rise of the Stonemason Brotherhood’ feel weird? My last name isn’t Van Cleef, and you really want me to design and build a new city?
Motherfucker, I can’t do it!”

(End of chapter)