With the capabilities of this instrument, its more suitable destination is not the examination room, but the magic game console.
Although, it is actually very difficult to input and control magic by hand, and the participants' magic skills are being exercised (squeezed) all the time.
However, since it can simulate an opponent, why can't it also assist the user?
If the magic power it consumes is controlled to a level that is acceptable to just beginning magic apprentices, then it can become the most popular luxury item among the entire aristocratic class. If we go one step further, reduce the manufacturing cost and allow civilians to experience the fun of this "game", then it will become a great invention that illuminates an era!
While stroking the complex circuitry inside the instrument, Wayne's eyes lit up.
Conley couldn't resist his violence, so he had to sit aside dejectedly, sighing uncontrollably: "Money...my money is gone."
"Just think of it as the reward you paid for squeezing my labor before."
Hearing this, Conley was speechless.
After disemboweling it, Wayne used magic power to carefully explore its internal structure, and finally discovered a trace of the secret.
"So it turns out that this method is used to regulate the supply of energy... But enough magic power must be stored in advance. This is a big flaw..." He said to himself.
Not everyone's magic reserves are as strong as his own.
What's more, how many high-level magicians are willing to spend their hard-earned magic power on such a thing?
There is still a long way to go to promote it in daily life.
"How's it going?" Seeing the thoughtful look on his face, Conley finally couldn't help but started to feel smug. "Are you impressed by my master's genius and ingenuity?"
"Indeed, I have to admit, teacher, you do have two brushes." Wayne nodded.
The mustache on Conley's face rose higher.
"But over the years, teacher, you have made countless inventions, many of which are very successful products, but why haven't you made a fortune yet?" He seemed to really not understand.
Conley's face suddenly fell.
"Well, that's just because being at the forefront of magic research requires paying a price. Don't look at the final product that seems to be very profitable. In fact, countless resources are consumed behind it."
After a short pause, he sighed: "Besides, I may also be a little unlucky."
The research laboratory under his name often receives financial support from many noble nobles, and several teachers and students occasionally take on private work. But until now, Conley himself has not lived a wealthy life.
He doesn't fall in love, get married, or make friends. He just immerses himself in studying every day. When he's tired, he sleeps in the nearby research room.
Just investing in various new researches almost spent all the money he finally saved every year.
If it weren't for the chief disciple Olive's help in formulating budgets and limiting expenses, Conley might have been reduced to sitting at the gate of the academy begging for food before any useful results could be produced.
Wayne glanced at him, who was slightly frustrated, and comforted him: "Actually, teacher, your luck is not too bad."
"At least you don't still have me as your apprentice~ I am a man destined to shake the entire continent in the future." He shamelessly put gold on his face.
"Heh." Conley also glanced sideways at him.
"Before that, I would be more grateful to you if you were willing to go back and convince Duke Elliot to increase the sponsorship fee a little more."
"——Sorry, just pretend I didn't say anything just now."
…
Not long after that special lecture ended, a report written by Olive herself was quickly published.
Taking students from three different classes as samples and using different grouping methods to compare each other. Although the sample size is not sufficient, it can indeed prove some facts.
When Wayne came to the bulletin board, Song Li had been standing here for a long time.
Feeling someone approaching from behind, she tilted her head slightly.
But as soon as she saw Wayne's face, she immediately turned her gaze back.
"..." Wayne didn't know what to say for a moment, so he could only find something to say.
"Teacher Olive's report is very detailed."
The entire bulletin board was almost covered, and the same content must have been placed on the desks of the school leaders.
Wayne read it item by item.
In the summary table, Class A's scores are mostly concentrated in the upper and lower positions, with very few scores in the middle. Class B's overall score is one level lower than A's.
Although there are not many groups in Class E where Wayne is at the top, there are surprisingly many scores in the upper middle group.
Olive's final conclusion was very simple, that is, the combination of good and bad groups is most conducive to improving the overall performance, and it is recommended that other classes learn with humility.
"I don't agree." Ge Li suddenly said.
"Huh?" Wayne looked at her.
"I don't agree. Other classes need to learn from your experience." Song Li bit her lower lip stubbornly. "If it weren't for you, our class would be number one."
Wayne thought for a while and asked softly: "But even if your group is first, the overall score is still the highest in our class, right?"
"It's just a little higher..."
“A higher score is also a higher score.”
Knowing that she would probably not give in, Wayne didn't care about her strong words.
"In fact, this survey can also be of reference significance in real life. There is a theory called the 'barrel effect'..."
He was about to start a conversation, but Ge Li interrupted him humiliatingly. "——People with low abilities have no meaning at all."
Before Wayne could finish speaking, his words suddenly got stuck in his throat.
Perhaps taking his silence as excuse, Song Li continued: "This research has deviated from the right path from the beginning."
"There is no need to think about how to make poor students achieve better results. Allocating all resources to the strongest and most promising people is the most reasonable way to train them."
Wayne frowned and said, "So, because I am better than you, I should naturally get more resources than you?"
"I have no objection." Song Li replied without hesitation.
"..." Wayne didn't know what to say.
"That's not the case." He said solemnly, "The major magic academies in the kingdom are established to cultivate enough magicians, even if they are not the strongest group."
How can the talents who have been mass-produced year after year compare to those elites who have been cultivating behind closed doors since childhood and carefully polished their skills for decades before they came out?
But it was precisely because of these "mass-produced" talents that the kingdom's overall strength increased by leaps and bounds, from an insignificant small country to one of the strongest countries in the entire continent at that time.
