Chapter 143 It seems that you are no longer suitable to host the next seminar!
The sudden violent knock on the door immediately attracted the attention of all the wizards on the field.
Raphael was even more annoyed. Who was so bold and dared to break into the seminar site so rudely?
Could it be that the wizards of the doomsday sect are going crazy again, trying to disrupt this academic seminar?
Raphael looked at the gate angrily, but saw a figure that surprised him—a wizard with messy hair broke in,
Legendary wizard Harof.
Raphael's anger was immediately extinguished, and he couldn't control this lord.
Those prophecy schools gathered around as if seeing a savior, and a witch shouted excitedly. "Master Harrov, that Lynn who came from outside the wizard's land just now questioned the star map data that we have spent hundreds of years researching. This is even questioning your theory of gravity!"
However, Harov didn't even bother to listen to what they were saying. He only heard the word Lynn, and shouted impatiently. "Where are the others? Where is Lynn?"
"He's on the high platform now... that young brown-haired wizard!" the witch said loudly.
Harov dragged the witch who was blocking the way aside, and the wizards who had gathered in front of the high platform also hurriedly retreated.
Seeing Harov looking for Lynn in such a hurry, and a group of wizards from the School of Prophecy following behind, the great wizards on the field looked vaguely uneasy.
Is this legendary wizard really looking for trouble?
Raphael was the first to stand up, stopped in front of Harov with a headache, and said in a tactful tone. "Master Harrov, Mr. Lynn has just proposed a very important new theory that is related to the entire theoretical system of the wizarding land. We are considering submitting a nomination for the Silver Moon Medal to the parliament..."
Raphael didn't directly block it, but pointed out the Silver Moon Medal. This is a big event that is enough to alarm the other speakers, so Harov must take it easy.
Even if there is any conflict, it can be resolved through words...
"Silver Moon?" Harof paused for a moment. He didn't listen to the previous seminar. He immediately thought that what Lynn was explaining was the law of universal gravitation. He looked at the great wizards with dissatisfaction on his face. look.
The law of universal gravitation will become the foundational theory of all space spells in the future. This is definitely an important stroke in the history of magic!
As a result, there is only one silver moon medal?
It is not too much to give the Coronation Medal directly!
Raphael and others couldn't even see this. He very much suspected that these people were no longer suitable to host the next seminar!
"You can directly report the nomination of the Corona Medal to the Parliament, in my name!" Harov said without hesitation.
ah? Rafael and the others almost wondered if they heard it wrong, and the wizards of the Prophecy School who had just raised a few glimmers of hope were even more dumbfounded.
What exactly is going on? Didn't Lord Harov come to rectify the name of their school of prophecy?
Why did you suddenly propose to give the other party a corona medal... Maybe something was wrong.
Even Philip felt a little unbelievable. Even if Lynn painted a picture of the stars moving, he wouldn't directly award the highest academic award, right?
Directly give the Corona Medal? Is this a bit too exaggerated?
You must know that in these hundreds of years, only three people in the entire wizarding land have won such an honor, and they are all legendary wizards without exception!
After Harov said something casually, he looked at the only brown-haired and very young Lynn on the field, and asked anxiously. "Tell me quickly, what does the formula on the invitation letter mean... What is M, and what is G..."
When Lynn saw Harrov suddenly barging in, he guessed that the other party must have read his letter, so it was not surprising that Harrov asked suddenly and responded freely.
"The two Ms in the formula refer to the mass of the two objects, G is the gravitational constant, and r refers to the distance between the two objects."
"In layman's terms, it is the gravitational constant multiplied by the product of the mass of the two objects divided by the square of their distance." Lynn said concisely.
"It's that simple?" Harov murmured to himself. He had studied the problem of gravity for several years and found a lot of data, but now the other party summed it up in one sentence and a formula.
"The complexity lies in its deduction process. Many truths are often simple, clear, and clear." Lynn replied casually.
"Well said, the truth should be simple, and everyone can understand it!" Harov nodded in agreement.
"Master Harov, what is the formula you are talking about? Is it related to gravity?" Raphael, who had been listening for a while, couldn't help but interrupted.
All the wizards present were also waiting for Harov's answer. They had vaguely noticed that the legendary wizard said that he would give Lynn the Corona Medal, and it was probably not just because the other party had painted a picture of stars!
"Yes, I have studied the laws of the movement of stars for more than ten years, just to explore the mystery of gravity, but I didn't expect someone to give the answer first." Harov said quite emotionally.
Harov is researching gravity. It is not a secret in Greenriel City. Many people are waiting for this legendary wizard to be able to construct a spell model of force field magic.
This can be said to be the most exciting and anticipated event in recent years.
Once successful, the conditions for using this type of magic can be greatly reduced, and even more powerful space-based magic can be developed, creating another mainstream magic discipline!
But Harov is now asking Lynn about gravity. Could it be said that a wizard with three rings has a deeper research on gravity than Harrov, a legendary wizard?
Everyone felt a sense of absurdity in their hearts.
Harov didn't care about this. After pondering for a while, he asked another crucial question. "I can understand mass and distance, but what is this gravitational constant?"
"Unfortunately, I don't know, Lord Harrov." Lynn shook his head and said bluntly.
If it is the data of the earth, then he can say it casually. After all, there are a lot of data in the brain, but if it is this alien planet, he is not 100% sure.
He can only infer that the gravitational constant should be very close to the earth by weighing a one-kilogram iron ball and calculating the data, but without rigorous experiments, Lynn is not going to speak rashly.
Lynn's answer was obviously beyond Harov's expectations, and it also confused all the wizards present.
You even have the formula, and you speak clearly and logically, but when you ask about the data, you don't know anything about it. Could it be that it's all made up?
(end of this chapter)