Above The Sky
Chapter 798 - 798 35 Taking You to the Domain of Void to See Something Beautiful!

798: Chapter 35 Taking You to the Domain of Void to See Something Beautiful!

(W for today, asking for monthly passes~) 798: Chapter 35 Taking You to the Domain of Void to See Something Beautiful!

(W for today, asking for monthly passes~) After the meeting concluded with a summary of the current situation in the territory and the establishment of a developmental direction, Ian headed to the laboratory with Adalbert.

The initial version of the Dawn Glow Grass Nutrient Solution that Ian requested did not necessitate any yield enhancement or optimization effects.

He simply required that the Dawn Glow Grass Seeds could germinate and grow in it, setting a very low bar.

Unlike Magic Potion or alloy formulas, which could be extrapolated from existing knowledge, calculating a Nutrient Solution formula from scratch with Prophet Psychic was highly complex and could easily exhaust Ian to death.

However, if there was a foundation from which to deduce, efficiency could be greatly improved.

“I have now divided the research team into three groups, with each group having three teams.

One team is responsible for mixing the nutrient solution ingredients, another team conducts practical testing, that is, observing the actual effects of the nutrient solution on the Dawn Glow Grass Seeds, and the third team studies the data on Dawn Glow Grass left by past Barons to provide ideas.”

In the laboratory, Adalbert introduced to Ian the research group on the Dawn Glow Grass Nutrient Solution that he had recently organized.

These people were originally doing similar work.

Each Baron Leyan conducted research on Dawn Glow Grass, but most of them were focused on ‘High-Energy Crop Nutrient Solution’ like fertilizers, which was different from the hydroponic solution required by Ian.

However, learning by analogy, these research ideas could all be utilized.

The three groups conducted experiments for comparison, and with Ian willing to offer substantial bonuses and even future managerial positions, all the staff were highly motivated, hoping to achieve something significant.

Ambur, the bald alchemist, truly had a passion for research.

He might not be the smartest, but he was diligent and eager to learn.

Most importantly, he had low standards—whatever the Lord asked him to do, he would do, as long as he could learn something from it.

After receiving instructions from Ian, this Steward even set up a simple rest area next to the laboratory.

It contained a hammock with a soft pad where other researchers and alchemists could work in shifts.

Tired, he would sleep; upon waking, he would get back to work right away.

Starting from the initial work with the Magnetic Storm Generator and continuing to the nutrient solution, it had been nearly a month.

Forced?

Voluntary!

To Ambur, Ian and Adalbert were both rare geniuses.

Working with such individuals meant opportunities to make a name for himself in history—especially since Ambur was well aware that the Hydroponics Farm was a revolutionary idea for the current territory and even for The Empire.

He would willingly endure any hardship just to have his name included in this project.

Grinding.

Too much grinding.

It wasn’t until Ian warned him that if he continued to jeopardize his health for the sake of work, he would be forcibly stopped, that Ambur reluctantly took a proper rest.

“The progress is rather smooth.”

Watching Ian send Ambur to sleep, Adalbert nodded with a smile, his formerly shy face full of confidence: “We’ve done more than thirty experiments so far.

We’ve gone from not able to germinate to seeing the buds appear.

In about half a month, we should see the Dawn Glow Grass Seeds sprout and grow.”

“However, Dawn Glow Grass has a long maturation time, over one hundred and fifty days.

Even with an enriched Origin Quality environment and round-the-clock light, it will still take close to one hundred days to confirm if they can mature.”

In the laboratory, Adalbert felt like a true Monarch, in his element, as if he had returned home.

“We’re already making good progress.”

Ian waved a hand: “No rush, I have plenty of time to wait.

The craftsmen haven’t all arrived yet, and the Hydroponics Farm building isn’t finished.

Even if you really complete the development of the hydroponic solution, I wouldn’t be able to put it into practical use immediately.”

“Building up the territory takes a long time.”

Adalbert shook his head slightly: “Building a new laboratory also takes a month or two…

How many years did the Duke of Solin prepare, to be able to build such an Experimental Garden?”

He sighed at this thought.

“If it were me, it wouldn’t take too long.”

Ian closed his eyes, and various design plans emerged in his mind—the standard Calculation Unit provided him with computational power surpassing that of any mainframe, allowing him to rapidly construct various modules in his mind, as well as Alchemy facilities made up of these modules.

As soon as the craftsmen arrive, he would be able to lead them to build structures that the Terra People had never seen before, teaching them this unheard-of method of construction.

He opened his eyes and turned his head while Adalbert also seemed to sense something.

“Ian, you called me here this time, there must be something very important, right?”

The Deceased Monarch felt uneasy—not sensing danger, but dreading the presence of someone with such grand ambitions and bright dreams.

For Adalbert, who yearned for a peaceful life, those who sought to change the world were like dazzling suns, whether it was the Duke of Sorin or Ian who was now looking at him.

He instinctively wanted to shy away, to retreat into the cool and calm shadows.

“Yes.”

And Ian replied without hesitation: “I need your help with something.”

“Adalbert, I need you to resume the research on Artificial Souls, so that everyone in my territory can possess a soul.”

“Why?!”

The moment these words were spoken, the Deceased Monarch couldn’t help but cry out—but quickly, he realized his own tension, and the young researcher with white hair looked at Ian with a complex expression: “You, do you still intend to continue studying the technology of the Deceased Monarch?

I knew it; you wouldn’t give up so easily…”