Firearms in a Fantasy World

Chapter 132: Headway into the Microscopic World

Translator: Cinder Translations

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After the knock on the door, a voice from inside called out, "Please come in."

Two female advisors pushed open the door and entered Paul's office, where they found the young Earl engrossed in manipulating something strange.

He was so focused that he didn't notice their arrival, not even lifting his head.

The odd object the Earl was handling resembled a cylindrical shape, seemingly made of metal. It was fixed on a base on the desk with two supports, and its structure appeared adjustable like a cannon for elevation. The front end of the metal cylinder tapered towards a transparent glass pane.

Paul had his eye pressed against the rear end of the metal cylinder, seemingly observing something inside it carefully.

"Earl Grayman!"

Eileen voiced her displeasure, "Ignoring two ladies like this is quite impolite."

"Oh... just wait a moment, I'll be done soon. Hmm... the microorganisms from both worlds feel quite similar."

Paul spoke cryptically, leaving the two female advisors puzzled.

Soon he lifted his head, excitedly saying, "You've arrived at the perfect moment! Come and see my latest creation— the microscope."

"What strange contraption is this?"

"It's a device that magnifies objects on the glass pane in front several hundred times. Through this microscope, you can see a microscopic world you've never experienced before."

The lens maker whom Paul had spared no expense to hire had finally lived up to expectations, having finely ground lenses suitable for early microscopes.

Initially, the results were disappointing due to the roughness of the ground lenses. However, as the lens maker continued to refine his technique, assisted by a batch of apprentices who joined the experiments, the precision improved steadily. Finally, they achieved convex lenses that Paul found satisfactory.

Fortunately, glassmaking technology in this world was already quite mature; otherwise, figuring out how to manufacture high-quality glass would have been a headache.

After countless trials and tribulations, Paul and the lens makers assembled a "microscope." It remained to be seen how it compared to the early microscopes invented by Leeuwenhoek.

TL Note: Antonie van Leeuwenhoek - the Father of the Microscope.

Eileen approached the desk, mimicking Paul by peering into the rear end of the tube.

"Ugh..."

Eileen made a disgusted sound and quickly turned her head away.

Her eyes widened in shock as she glared at Paul. "Are you mocking me, Paul Grayman?"

Finally, she almost spat out Paul's name, syllable by syllable, through gritted teeth.

However, Paul just smirked mischievously at her.

"What's going on?" Ladia tugged on her friend's sleeve. Despite knowing the Earl for so long and understanding he was a generous man, addressing him in such a tone as a colleague seemed somewhat out of line.

"Take a look; he put some disgusting worms in this cylinder to scare us."

"Miss D'Arshi" said angrily.

Ladia leaned over to take a look and was also startled.

Inside, there were some small "bugs". Although their specific appearance couldn't be seen clearly due to their tiny size, they were constantly moving and wriggling, indicating that they were alive.