I Created Scientific Magic-Chapter 165 - 152: Measuring the Circumference of the Planet! (Please Subscribe)

Days swiftly passed, and under the relentless publicity of the Magic Daily, news about the pendulum experiment at the seminar and Lynn’s preparation to measure the circumference of the planet beneath their feet in mid-July quickly spread throughout Wizard Land.

This explosive news shocked countless civilians and wizards, for no one had ever thought that they could measure the vast land and oceans they lived upon.

After all, the ocean was too vast; many people believed before this that the world had no end!

Yet Lynn was doing what everyone thought was impossible, proposing a logically feasible method and further proving his planetary theory with empirical evidence!

Thus, in a very short time, Lynn, the Secret Magic Society, and his method for determining the planet’s circumference immediately became the hottest topics within Wizard Land, even farmers tilling the soil would mention it during casual conversations to show off their erudition.

However, the flat-earth theory had been deeply rooted in Wizard Land for too long, that simplistic, egocentric theory still had many adherents, who staunchly believed that the land beneath their feet could not possibly be round—it was all magic trickery by that wizard from beyond the Mist Sea!

But whether in agreement or opposition, they all made their way to Greenrill, poised to witness this historic moment!

Kevin and Orlando, who had received Philip’s invitation well in advance, also arrived at Greenrill in a carriage, accompanied by Darren and several other halflings.

"Look quickly, that pendulum!" As soon as Darren entered the city, he saw the huge, continually swinging iron ball placed in the center of the city.

It was the master builder Rafael, under the council’s permission and Lynn’s authorization, who had replicated the pendulum pointer on a one-to-one scale, even the sandpit and the circular scale beneath it were exactly the same.

The only change was that the ambitious Rafael did not erect a wooden stick in the sandpit as a pointer, because he intended to create a piece of art that would exist permanently.

To create this miracle, more than a dozen alchemy masters spared no effort working throughout the night, spending a full three days laying out a large alchemic formation under the sandpit, drawing out all the elemental forces from the nearby space to form a vacuum domain.

In this way, unaffected by air resistance, theoretically, the pendulum could keep moving under the combined influences of gravity and the Coriolis force.

Every wizard entering Greenrill, upon seeing this iron ball that could swing back and forth, even changing direction, without any external force, couldn’t help but marvel that it was simply a miracle in the history of magic!

"How much longer until noon?" Rafael looked at the sky, the blazing sun already high overhead, asked for the seventh time.

"Just the last fifteen minutes left!" The apprentices nearby also wore excited expressions, anxiously watching the magic clock.

This scene unfolded in every corner of Greenrill, everyone eagerly awaiting the moment, while those wizards who couldn’t afford to buy a magic clock were all gazing intently at the sundials, anxiously waiting for the final moment to arrive.

Meanwhile, an airship was speeding across the vast sea.

At exactly 11:45 AM the day before yesterday, the airship had departed from Greenrill under the watchful eyes of countless people, embarking on a voyage that had already covered 720 kilometers over the sea for two days.

Lynn couldn’t help but marvel at how unimaginably vast this sea area was; along the way, he only saw sporadic uninhabited islands.

To increase the rigor of the experiment and to provide a beacon for the airship’s return, Harrov had erected a stone pillar on an island midway using magic and left a Wizard to record data, while the rest continued their journey across the sea on the airship.

"It should be about time, right?" Harrov glanced at the magic clock in the cockpit—there were less than fifteen minutes left until noon.

Lynn nodded and looked towards the halfling girl piloting the airship. "Alright, Lydia, let’s stop here!"

"Gazing Vessel has reached the designated location, total flight time forty-eight hours exactly, we are now beginning to descend!" Lydia saluted Lynn in the manners of airship etiquette, then hurried off to turn off the alchemical steam engine driving the propellers and empty the auxiliary gas bags to reduce altitude.

Due to the excitement of her first long voyage, the halfling girl had developed two dark circles under her eyes, yet her spirits were extraordinarily high, and she didn’t look tired at all.

Harrov couldn’t wait for the airship to stabilize and descend; he eagerly flew down and landed smoothly on the sea surface under the effect of the Slow Fall Technique.

The sea was rough, with towering waves leaping up and rolling toward Harrov.

But the next moment, a strong surge of magic power emanated from Harrov, time seemed to suddenly freeze, and the oncoming wave was instantly turned into a sculpture of ice.

Following that, the force rapidly extended across the vast sea, freezing the restless waves into thick solid ice. In an instant, the entire sea surface had become a vast Floating Ice Island.

Only then did the airship slowly descend from the sky.

The people walking down from the airship gondola witnessed the peculiar spectacle created by the instantaneous freezing of the sea, resembling a beautiful frosty painting where the surging water and leaping waves were preserved as sculptures.

However, Harrov clearly had no time to appreciate any art. With a wave of his right hand, he magically carved out a large, flat expanse of ice and then erected a giant ice pillar in the center of the ice surface, rising a hundred meters high.

"How much longer?" Harrov shouted.

"One minute, the last minute! Now fifty-three seconds left!" Lydia yelled back, holding the magic clock.

At that moment, whether on the Floating Ice Island or in Greenruer, everyone looked up at the Sun, feeling how incredibly long this minute was.

With ten seconds left, Lynn took out a fine rope and handed the other end to Harrov, ready to measure the length of the ice pillar’s shadow.

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In the sunlight, the transparent ice pillar shimmered with an eerie glow.

As the editor of the Magic Daily and fortunate enough to have earned a spot on the airship, Luo’er, standing crazily on the ice, was shaking the feather pen rapidly across the parchment, capturing the vast Floating Ice Island, towering ice pillar, descending airship, and Lynn and Harrov measuring the shadow length with a rope…