She had been fine moments ago, yet now she was angry seemingly out of nowhere.
He shook his head, abandoning the thought of chasing her to explain.
He knew that anything he said now would only add fuel to the fire.
“I’ll wait until Big Sister Cecilia cools down. Now I need to focus on official business.”
Returning to his oversized bedroom, Morin drew the curtains, sat down at his writing desk, and opened the 【Technology】 tab on his golden finger.
He quickly located the 【Shaped Charge Anti-Armor Warhead】 project.
He then noticed that the ‘Optimizable’ option beneath the project, which had previously been grayed out and unavailable, was now selectable.
Morin guessed this was likely because the system had determined he was in a completely safe environment, thus unlocking the function.
He didn’t hesitate and mentally activated the ‘Optimizable’ option.
The next moment, a virtual light screen quickly appeared before him.
On the screen, a detailed structural blueprint of the shaped charge anti-armor warhead was clearly displayed.
Beside the blueprint, a mass of data and symbols, looking like formulas, constantly flashed and moved.
He immediately recognized that these were the sketches he had drawn in his notebook in Seville, and the various formulas the professor had helped him write down.
Then, a miraculous event occurred.
The originally somewhat crude sketch began to become increasingly detailed and refined before his eyes, at a visible speed.
The exact dimensions, angles, and tolerances of every component were precisely annotated.
And the chemical formulas also seemed to be undergoing optimization and derivation by some unseen force.
Specific guidelines regarding the material selection for the copper liner, the precise calculation of the conical angle, the explosive compound mixture, and the primer’s trigger mechanism were written out next to the blueprint, like detailed notes.
The entire process was as if a top weapons designer and chemist were perfecting this groundbreaking invention right in front of him, guiding him step by step.
However, during this process, Morin, who felt as though he was looking at an incomprehensible text, felt his eyelids grow heavier and heavier.
An irresistible drowsiness washed over him.
He felt as though all the energy had been drained from his brain. Finally, he could no longer hold on, collapsing onto the desk and falling into a deep sleep…
When his biological clock woke Morin at 6:00 AM, he realized he had been slumped over the desk all night.
Although his lower back ached, his first instinct was to check the system’s 【Technology】 page.
He saw that the system had generated a set of blueprints so perfect and detailed it was staggering, complete with a dozens-of-pages-long principle explanation.
From the overall design of the warhead to the precision machining of the liner, and the chemical composition of the explosive and the trigger mechanism of the primer, everything was laid out clearly.
This was no longer a simple set of patent application materials; it was a complete production blueprint that could be directly taken to a factory for mass production!
“System, you’re awesome!”
Morin silently gave the system a thumbs-up.
However, as he excitedly browsed the blueprints and explanations, he noticed a small problem.
The section on the ‘trigger mechanism’ was marked in red with the words: “Optimization not complete.”
There was also a line of small text next to it: “Lacking critical technological support. Current mechanical trigger structure cannot achieve maximum efficiency detonation and poses a risk of incomplete explosive combustion and misfire.”
Morin looked closely and realized the problem.
The current design still used a traditional mechanical trigger structure.
While this structure was mature and reliable, its efficiency was insufficient for an explosive like the shaped charge anti-armor warhead, which required precise control over the timing of detonation and energy release.
The delay and instability of the mechanical structure would prevent the chemical energy of the explosive from being fully released at the most ideal moment, thereby affecting the formation and penetration power of the metal jet.
In extreme cases, it could even cause the primer to fail, resulting in a dud.
“Lacking critical technology…”
Morin frowned.
He could guess that the ‘critical technology’ the system referred to was likely a more advanced electric detonator technology.
This technology would allow for faster and more precise detonation control, maximizing the power of the shaped charge anti-armor warhead.
But the problem was, given Morin’s limited knowledge, developing a reliable electric detonator was no simple feat.
“Maybe I could use arcane technology?”
“But I don’t know that stuff either.”
“Forget it. I’ll deal with it later.”
Morin pondered for a moment, deciding to temporarily set the issue aside.
He needed to take things one step at a time.
As for the subsequent optimization, he would find a way to resolve it when the opportunity arose.
Ludwig had mentioned that his sister, Patricia, seemed to be a professional arcane technology researcher.
Perhaps he could find a way to ‘mooch’ off her later.
With that thought, Morin stopped dwelling on the problem.
He went to a studio in the manor—Cecilia had been a mechanical designer with a science and engineering background before becoming the ‘Brilliant Crystal Queen.’
So, the manor still contained a studio with professional drafting tools.
Transcribing the materials from the system onto paper was a massive and tedious project.
Morin stayed in the studio the entire day, neatly copying all the textual documentation and design blueprints onto a thick stack of paper.
Looking at the enormous pile of blueprints and formulas, which contained knowledge far ahead of its time, he let out a long sigh, feeling utterly drained.
Having finished everything, he pulled the cord on the wall, summoning a maid.
“Please send someone to Lieutenant Colonel Ludwig von Seeckt’s home and inform him that my materials are ready.”
“Yes, Young Master Morin.”
Ludwig arrived urgently early the next morning, just as the sky was turning bright.
When he saw the thick stack of documents Morin had laid out on the desk, he was completely stunned.
“My God! Are you kidding me?”
Ludwig picked up a few blueprints and glanced through them. Although he couldn’t fully understand them…
He was awed by the intricate, complex structures and the sheer volume of data.
He looked at Morin in disbelief: “Friedrich, did you… did you finish all this in just one night?”
“Of course,” Morin replied, crossing his legs confidently. “When there’s money involved, efficiency naturally has to be higher.”
Ludwig: “…”
He felt his worldview had been severely challenged.
He had expected Morin to take at least a week, or even longer, to organize such complex documents.
Instead, less than a day later, the complete proposal was slammed onto the table in front of him.
“What kind of monster are you?” Ludwig couldn’t help but complain.
“Stop wasting time. Let’s go. We’re heading to the Imperial Patent Office right now,” Morin urged.
“Alright, let’s go!”
Ludwig didn’t delay further. He picked up the stack of documents and pulled Morin out the door.
The two went to the manor’s entrance. Morin noticed that Ludwig had driven himself in a black brilliant crystal internal combustion sedan.
“Shouldn’t Knights prefer riding horses? Why are you driving now?” Morin asked curiously.
“Don’t even mention it.”
Ludwig started the car, skillfully handling the steering wheel while complaining:
“It’s all thanks to those bureaucrats at the Dresden City Hall.”
“Ever since they issued the new regulation that only allows carriages and prohibits single riders on horseback in the core areas of the city center, I’ve had no choice but to drive…”
(End of this Chapter)