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Chapter 934 - 720 Lanci’s Acknowledgment Plan

The man was dressed in a well-cut gray suit with dark stripes, wearing a deep brown silk tie around his collar, with a matching knee-length coat hanging on a rack in a corner of the classroom.

He looked quite young, yet carried an air of dignified elegance characteristic of a seasoned professor.

He walked away from the window festooned with beautiful script and returned to his lectern.

Many students were still gazing in the direction of the window.

Even without considering the meaning behind it, the lines of script, the dendrograms, had a captivating beauty that made one reluctant to look away.

"In the past century, the rapid advancement in the field of Magical Engineering has not been a mere step forward, but rather a gradual unveiling of new methods to comprehend the world. Someone has opened the door for us, and through the crack of this door, we are glimpsing the hidden world within our world—a world filled with energy, contradictions, and sometimes hard for some to accept."

Standing at the podium, he addressed the many students seated in the auditorium-like classroom.

The chimes from the Elliot Building tolled, rippling through the air and the fog, yet they could not distract the students’ focus.

"Magical Engineering is like a score, where the important thing is not ’whether you can read the music,’ but ’whether you can hear the music.’ Can you hear it?"

He patted the lectern, his eyes seemingly making contact with every individual student.

"I can."

A brief silence filled the classroom, and then many students nodded slightly, as if their hearts were surging with excitement.

It was during Lanci’s lecture that the question was posed.

"Professor, where do we find the fuel?"

The question came from a vertically pupil-ed girl who appeared somewhat aristocratic, her eagerness evident as she spoke before even raising her hand.

She had been quickly working through calculations on paper and had raised this significant question almost immediately.

Since there was no recyclable material of the highest caliber like the Wolf King’s Pride to serve as a core, it was necessary to find a lower substitute.

However, given the family resources of the students at Saint Kray Monastery, it was not impossible to obtain Pink Holy quality Regeneration materials in the Cerryti Empire; if the material itself also had Sealing compatibility, then the power would be even greater.

Of course, more importantly, there was also the matter of technique, adjustment, and consumables.

"We will manage it. Have you ever thought that if we could develop a new energy source, it might become an equally great topic?"

Lanci’s expression remained unchanged, as if standing at the finish line looking at the students, he asserted confidently.

"A new energy source?"

"A new energy source suitable for military-grade applications..."

"To compress the density so high, we surely can’t be expected to refine a bunch of Epic-level Magic Devices, right?"

Laughter erupted in the classroom again, especially when the mention of Epic-level Magic Devices came up.

After all, if one could find an Epic-level Magic Device, no one would blow it up.

A small-volume, high-density energy source that could replace Epic-level Magic Devices would be a great research topic in itself if found.

For the current Cerryti Empire, if such an energy source existed, Professor Landry would likely be directly invited to serve as an advisor in the Empire’s Weapons and Equipment Department, rather than standing here.

"Of course, that’s another project under research, not in lecture format, but as part of the laboratory work. I will only be recruiting a small number of students with [Alchemical] aptitude to assist me."

Lanci assured them only that much,

"Don’t worry about the energy source, I will provide you directly with the results of this research. In about a month, I will distribute energy for you to test, likely in the form of red granules, liquids, and crystals."

The classroom immediately burst into a fervor, filled with upperclassmen who exchanged surprised and perplexed looks.