Chapter 794 Alchemy Engine

The longer Vincent disassembled and studied the EF-2000, the longer Hunter tried to persuade Eric.

As the parts suspended in the air gradually took on the original shape of a fighter jet, Hunter finally succeeded in dealing with Eric after paying a heavy price.

"When do we leave?"

"Wait until you get everything arranged first."

"no problem!"

"Remember not to tell anyone."

"I understand. It's top secret."

Eric smiled at Vincent who was walking towards him.

As a father, he knows his son's character very well.

A mere Royal Air Force base is definitely not enough. The army is not difficult, but the navy is a bit troublesome.

Given the decades-long friendship between Hunter and Vincent, he is still Vincent's uncle, not an unrelated outsider.

There are so many legal loopholes in the wizarding world that the loopholes are even wider than a football field, and anyone can walk right through them with impunity.

"Dad, I got it done."

Eric glanced at his watch.

It was 4:30 in the afternoon, still half an hour early.

"So fast? Don't you need to use that silver to make a replica?"

Vincent confidently raised his hand to his forehead and said, "Everything is stored in there. I won't forget it."

It’s not because he has a good memory, but because he can review his memory at any time.

Moreover, with his current level of magical power, he can definitely create a high-level alchemical item like the Pensieve.

As soon as the three of them returned to the ground safely, Hunter immediately became nervous.

Because the jeep he drove over was gone.

Or was it discovered?

His eyes went dark and he was about to fall down when the jeep suddenly appeared in its original position.

Vincent supported him and said, "Sorry, Uncle Hunter, I forgot to tell you that my magic power is limited. I can't isolate a large area of space."

Hunter waved his hands to indicate that he was fine. "So this is magic. I thought you had to hold a stick and chant a bunch of spells like in the movies."

Vincent smiled and got into the jeep. "Most wizards do need to chant spells to cast spells. I was just lucky to find a good teacher."

Nicolas Flamel is a famous European alchemist in history.

With such a real master as his teacher, Vincent's magic level will definitely not be too low.

Hunter, with his heart pounding, walked aside with his arm around Eric's shoulders.

The two men exchanged a few words and got into the car, looking like they had reached some unspeakable deal.

Vincent didn't care. His mind was now full of the recasting plan of EF-2000.

There are many aspects of the RB199-122 afterburning turbofan engine that can be improved through alchemy, and the final performance improvement is expected to be more than doubled.

The jeep slowly drove out of the base dormitory area and soon returned to the original Hangar No. 7.

The three men entered and exited in front of the soldiers, then got in the car and returned to the runway.

Under Hunter's gaze, Wayne and his son's black Bugatti coupe gradually left the air force base.

After witnessing real magic with his own eyes, he couldn't help but look forward to next week's vacation.

……

after dinner,

Vincent returned to the room immediately.

According to the idea in his mind, he used mithril to replicate an RB199-122 afterburning turbofan engine.

The so-called afterburning turbofan engine is actually an engine with an afterburner combustion chamber installed at the rear of the turbofan engine, which allows the exhaust gas generated at the front end to re-burn with the combustion gas to generate greater thrust.

Its advantages are high energy efficiency, simple structure, space saving, low noise, and high reliability.

But it also has many disadvantages.

Power limitations, fuel consumption, maintenance costs, and the need for complex control systems.

But in front of Mithril, its advantages will be magnified, and some of its disadvantages will completely disappear.

Just this size...

Vincent was speechless as he looked at the engine which was longer than his bed.

start!

The first thing is to compress the volume as much as possible.

Mithril is very malleable and strong enough to support the full power operation of the engine.

Next is to further simplify the structure.

Alchemical creations require no fuel at all, so no matter how efficient the combustion chamber is, it is just a burden.

Finally, there is stability.

Although it is possible to maintain full power operation due to the strength of Mithril, a lot of testing is still needed as the volume has been greatly compressed.

The engine, which was recast the second time using mithril, was as long as an arm.

However, Vincent was still not satisfied and tried to compress the volume further.

After working until almost dawn, they finally managed to use mithril to recast an engine that was only slightly larger than a palm.

"Hmm..." He stretched and decided to start the test tomorrow.

After a good sleep and a healthy green breakfast, it was already 9 o'clock in the morning.

In the room, Vincent, under the gaze of Gugu, held the alchemical engine in his left hand and the double snake staff in his right hand, ready to deal with any emergency at any time.

"10% power..." He started the engine and muttered to himself, then leaped towards the ceiling.

The dazzling sunlight fell on Gugu's round forehead, and it tilted its head and tried to look at the hole that was caused by the collision.

But it was so fat that it could only stand upright after staggering.

The shit shoveler shouldn't die, at most he'll just break an arm or a leg or something.

It flapped its little wings and flew to the desk, and with one paw opened the drawer full of snacks.

The shit shoveler is now very powerful and will probably be back to full health soon, so it has to secretly get some snacks before that.

Two bags of dried fish, one bag of potato chips, three bags of dried chicken breasts...

Gugu closed the drawer contentedly, and suddenly turned around as if he sensed something.

Vincent was looking at it with a smile, "What were you doing just now?"

"Cuckoo..."

"Don't explain. I saw you hiding the snacks."

Poor Gugu was driven out of the room.

It raised its proud little head and flapped its little wings as it came downstairs.

Eh? Are there guests coming?

Gugu accelerated and jumped into a warm embrace.

Hermione, who had just walked into the Wayne family's house, held it in front of her, "Good morning, how did you know I was here?"

She was wearing a light yellow lace-up wide-shoulder dress today and a pair of retro white sneakers. She looked casual and everyday, but her makeup was as exquisite as ever.

Gugu recognized her at a glance and kept complaining to her.

"You mean Vincent?"

"Cuckoo..."

"What's up with him?"

"Cuckoo..."

Hermione seemed to understand and looked towards the stairs in her house, "You said he found out you were taking back the snacks he hid?"

"Cuckoo!"

"And he kicked you out of the room?"

"Cuckoo!"

Evelin, who was standing by, kept an awkward but polite smile on her face, “Gugu has been losing weight recently.”

She gently stroked Gugu's round forehead, "You know he's busy with some experiment all day, otherwise he wouldn't be unaware of your presence."

Hermione looked away, "It's okay Auntie, I should have called before coming here, I didn't disturb you, did I?"